kieranduffysgirl

[kieranduffysgirl]

Sean MacGuire: modern!flatmate au

modern!sean maguire x f!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: swearing, kissing, affection, sex references but not explicit, drinking

a/n: this has been sat in my drafts for wayyy too long so I thought it might be time to post it, hope you all enjoy this as sean has been absolutely plaguing my mind lately 🫶

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summary: Sean as an exchange student from Ireland to a university in England, who moves in with a girl who owns a cheap flat who needed a hand with rent and didn't mind making a new friend as he didn't know anyone but she was apparently a family friend. They chat for a few weeks over the phone but finally meet and move in together, and it goes much better than they both expected...

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You met him at the airport with a little sign with 'Sean MacGuire ♡' scrawled on it, you wore your best sundress with a thin cardigan pulled over your shoulders. You recognised the scruffy irishman from his profile photo and your video calls from the past few weeks, an attempt to get to know eachother before living together in your flat.

After seeing his scruffy mop of ginger hair and his toothy grin, you waved with the brightest smile and loving gaze. Whilst dragging his suitcase, he hurried over to wrap his arms around you and laugh loudly. To any outsider it looked like a reunion of long lost friends, or maybe even lovers.

"Seanie...you're here," You mumbled softly into his shoulder, your hands gently pulling him closer.

"Yer fookin' real...yer bloody here," He whispered in pure awe as he clung to you tightly in the airport, "Yer smell lovely...jesus girl, you look fookin' stunnin'..."

His endless compliments earned him giggles and a tighter hug as he held you close, as if latching onto you, which was most definitely the case. He was staking his claim and marking his territory as he hugged you and buried his nose in your hair and pressed kisses to your hair.

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He starts to frequent the bar you work at, from a place of anxiety about making new friends and a small attachment to you growing.

"Do I get a free drink, darlin'?" He teased with a charming, toothy grin as he pawed at your arm to get your attention.

"No, Sean...no free drinks for you, I'm on shift and you're already pissed." You reply softly as you gently prise his hand from your arm.

"Cruel, evil lass." He grumbled, still attempting to drunkenly paw at your waist for your attention and care. His fingers would hook onto your belt loops or the strings of your work apron and pull you closer, "Stay and have a drink w'me, lovie..." His arms wrapping around your waist and his cheek was resting against your stomach as you stand beside his table awkwardly.

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In order to encourage him to make more friends, you had signed him up for the local rugby team where he met a few guys he got on with. This also meant Sunday mornings were reserved for watching his matches, supporting him from the sidelines.

"Need m'lucky charm there, m'cheerleader," He mumbled almost sheepishly as you tried to cancel coming to see his match, it was in that moment you realised how much he liked your attention and support.

And when Sunday morning rolled around he would be like an excited puppy bounding around getting ready and humming. On the pitch he's be half decent but overly excited, and during half time he'd rush over to the edge you were standing on and smile like a fool. "You having fun, lass?" He asked loving before blurting out, "Can you give me a kiss...f'me good luck?"

You gave him a gentle and loving peck, which he desperately tried to convert into a snog before you pulled away and pitched his nose gently, "So scruffy...you're going to need a good bath later..."

He obviously grinned and nodded before pecking your lips again, pulling you closer to keep stealing kisses and hurrying away back to his team. That night was filled with a trip to the pub, a home cooked dinner by yourself and then spending a few hours helping Sean wash the mud out of his hair.

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Whilst watching television in your small flat together, he would lay there cuddling up to you. His arms tightly around your waist, stroking up and down your stomach and waist. His lips would find your neck or collar bone, sometimes your jaw if he was especially cuddly, and press kisses to the soft skin even if it wasn't to get a rise out of you it was just for him to feel closer to you, it helped him feel settled.

He liked being around you, just flatmates though, you were his safe space and his small reminder of home. You cared for him and treated him well, giving him a loving environment to stay in whilst in England for University.

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He wouldn't date other girls at all, after the moment he moved in he decided he didn't want anyone else, just you. Not that he voiced this at all, he just hoped you could read his mind.

"No...fer the last time, lovie I don't want yer ta set me up on a date," He grumbled in a huff as he sipped his morning mug of coffee as he reached for your hand, "I've got yer and I'm okay with that...don't need another girl fussin' around me"

You laughed it off a few times until you realised that you were in the small kitchen of the flat, holding his hand and acting like an old married couple rather than a set of twenty something flatmates as you sipped your mug of tea and squeezed his hand.

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Every morning without fail he would oversleep, so you'd get ready for work or a lecture in the quiet before making him some breakfast and a cuppa. You'd slip into his room, perch on the edge of his bed, set his plate of toast with marmalade on the bedside table and reach to stroke his hair softly.

"Sean...honey," You murmured softly as your soft and gentle fingers thread through the stands of his scruffy, auburn locks, "You going to get up and dressed?"

Every morning he would grumble and huff, his hand would reach for yours to bring to his lips to kiss and hold tightly.

"Jesus woman, 's too feckin' early...come lay w'me..." He mumbled against your palm as he tugged gently on your wrist which was adorned with bracelets and a beautiful watch which he had bought you for your birthday.

"I've got to leave soon, Seanie...you've got a lecture in an hour..." You mumbled softly as you leant closer despite knowing you needed to leave in a matter of minutes.

He huffed and shook his head, only bringing himself to lean forward to cuddle you, "I'll call the reception and tell them I'm ill...want to stay with you..."

"Honey...I've got a shift at work, if I don't go then we'll be low on cash...and you missed a lecture yesterday," She mumbled softly against his cheek, "How about you come and visit me on my lunch break, yeah?"

He shook his head, pressing kisses to her cheek, "Too long to wait..." his arms pulled her closer and next to him in bed.

"Look at yer...all pretty and perfect," He mumbled sleepily whilst he smiled that usual, lazy, toothy grin. "Don't know how yer can be arsed to wake up early 'nd do yer hair all pretty 'nd put on all tha' makeup lark..."

She giggled softly and pressed her lips to his own as she clung to him tightly. He kissed her back lovingly yet sloppily until she pulled away to laugh softly and whisper, "Need to brush your teeth, Seanie..." Which earned her a scoff and a squeeze of the waist before he dove in for another kiss and mumbled, "Just one more before yer leave me...you evil woman..."

It became your little morning routine, mothering him until you gave in to his charm and swooning to shower him in kisses and cuddles before leaving in a rush to be on time for work.

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You often would make dinner as Sean, in terms of being a flatmate, was downright useless. His skill set was waking up late, making microwave meals and talking none stop. All were charming, but could be rather impractical or difficult to use when trying to make a half decent dinner and act like adults.

"Now I like this view," He'd tease as he wandered into the kitchen, his arms snaking around your waist to bring your back to his chest. His chapped lips would most definitely be already kissing your neck and telling you how beautiful you are, "My pretty lass...takin' such good care o'me...my ma will bloody love yer."

"She'd only love me because I'm making sure you're fed and watered, you animal..." You murmured softly as you leant back into his chest as he held you close.

"Yer lookin' after m'real good...might have to keep you at the end of all this," He teased every time without fail, his fingers gently tracing your stomach.

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One night, after spending the morning watching his rugby match, coming home to put dinner on, putting his washing in the machine for him, things got a bit heated.

His lips brushed against yours as usual, a casual gesture you pair had started, but his hands trailed down your spine causing a shiver. He tilted your chin to get more access to your mouth before trailing his hands everywhere, every inch of you he could reach

He pulled away to whisper, "Need yer...need yer right now, lass..." as he started to kiss your neck and fiddle with the fabric of your sundress.

He kissed you for a while as he tried to get your dress off, rather unsuccessfully, which ended in you both in fits of giggles and laughter instead of anything else.Just laying in eachothers arms in laughter whilst sharing kisses and whispers.

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He would find reasons for you to share a bed with him, not in a creepy or uncomfortable way, but more of an attached way. He would start to hate being alone in the flat or sleeping by himself, all he needed was your company, so he would find all sort of reasons to cuddle up to you in bed.

"Lovie...just spilt my tea on m'bedsheets..." He mumbled the first time, already crawling under your sheets next to you. "Please..." He whispered as he gave you his best puppy dog eyes and reached for you.

Before you could even reply he was laying next to you, stroking your hair and setting his head on your shoulder. "Yer comfy...might have to stay here more often..." he whispered quietly, not wanting to disturb your peace but wanting your love.

He would keep the routine up, spilling water or making excuses until one night he was wandering into his bedroom and you practically whispered, "You not staying with me?" with genuine disappointment tainting your voice.

He smiled like a fool and padded across the room to you, picked you up in his arms and carried you to bed. "You like having me in here now, lovie?" He whispered softly into your ear as he lay on top of you like a weighted blanket.

"Shut up...I'm trying to sleep..." You replied quietly with slight exasperation, yet your arms were tightly around him and your fingers gently petted his hair. He chuckled under his breath and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek whilst whispering a quiet and sleepy, "G'night...love yer..."

You just grinned sleepily and coaxed his chin up to press a kiss to his lips gently before pulling away to murmur, "I love you too..." The pair of you spent the night sharing sleepy kisses and touches, bodies pressed close together and your gazes lingered and your breath mingled.

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Maybe it wasn't so bad after all, a new flatmate, a new friend, a new love and someone to help pay for the rent, even if he was a pain in the backside sometimes...

[kieranduffysgirl]

not a want but a need (throw charles and kieran in too whilst ur at it) 🫶

the way i want dutch van der linde, arthur morgan and john marston to hug me

[kieranduffysgirl]

chapter 6 out now lovelies!!! 💘

ONE YEAR: chapters ˚ ۪ ⊹. ݁

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January 1899 (2.2k)

February 1899 (2.4k)

March 1899 (3.5k)

April 1899 (2.8k)

May 1899 (1.6k)

June 1899 (2.6k)

July 1899

August 1899

September 1899

October 1899

November 1899

December 1899

Epilogue

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[kieranduffysgirl]

ONE YEAR: Chapter 6, June 1899

arthur morgan x f!reader ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

word count: 2.6k

warnings: she/her pronouns, mentions of pain and injuries but not graphic, pure tooth rotting fluff to make up for last time, pet-names (sugar, baby, honey, love etc), affection and intimacy (kissing, hugs, light petting but nothing inappropriate), slight rdr2 chapter 3 spoilers.

a/n: at the end as always 💘

chapter 5 // chapter 6

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Early May 1899 ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

Ever since that night, she lay next to him every night and morning. Waiting patiently for him to move again.

She memorised the pattern of his breathing, the words and touches that would gain a response.

Stroking his hair, wiping his face, holding his hand, rubbing his stomach, stroking his nose.

It was a warm, early summer morning and the birds were singing a choir-like song to the camp. The sun was slowly rising from behind the river, soft shimmers of the rays warmed the sullen air in camp.

She woke up with her nose nestled against Arthur's neck and her hands secured to his back. Ever so gently, she lifted her head to press her lips to his cheek and whisper, "Good morning, my love..." she mumbled softly against his cheek as she settled on him.

"Mmm..." he grumbled as his hand snaked around her back.

She froze.

Her breathing stopped.

"Arthur..." She whispered hesitantly as she gently ran her shaking fingers over his hair and lean closer.

"Mhmm...G'morning darlin'..." He mumbled quietly as he pulled her to lay on him despite his aches and pains.

"Careful...oh my god...Arthur," She mumbled softly, sitting up to perch next to him and check his bandages.

"No...no baby come back...just need a minute with you a minute," He muttered as he reached for her and sniffled softly, "Please baby..."

She nodded gently and lowered herself into his arms as she started to cry quietly and whispered, "Thought I lost you..."

He nodded and let out a quiet sob and whispered, "Only got through it for yer, darlin'...needed to get home and safe for my girl..."

The world went quiet as he held her close to his chest and let out quiet, aching sobs that made his whole body sore but silently healed his lonely heart. Her sobs were more noticeable than his, but then again so was her love for him. She was bright and proud and full of warmth yet he was quiet and stoic and reserved.

"How long...how long was all of this, sugar?" He managed to croak out hoarsely. He was blissfully unaware of the last month of turmoil the pair had both endured, yet his mind and body was troubled by the harrowing events.

"About...about a month," She managed to whisper through sobs as she wrapped her legs around him as well as her arms. As if she was trying her best to keep him close so she couldn't have any chance of losing him again.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, darlin'." He mumbled against her neck, pulling her closer and completely on top of him as he sniffled softly whilst petting her hair.

"It's not your fault, neither of us chose this...just playing the hand we're dealt..." Her words were mixed with shaky breaths and sobs. Her trembling hands found the back of his neck and she gently pawed at his hair and neck to keep him close.

"Was so scared I'd die...couldn't leave my girl behind, needed to see you...every time something happened I thought of yer, sugar...thought of how much I love yer and need yer..." He sobbed into her neck as he sat up whilst groaning in pain but needing his girl as close as humanly possible.

"I love you so much...so so much...love you more than you'll know, honey..." She sobbed into his hair, her fingers tangling in his wavy locks, her body wracked with hoarse cries.

"I love yer more...to the damn stars and back," He managed to croak out before adding, "I know yer love me...yer proving it by just caring for me sugar...doing more than loving me."

With a trembling hand, she pushed away his tears, whilst she leant in to kiss him softly.

His chapped lips were familiar and almost homely, his moustache was slightly overgrown now and gently scuffed her upper lip. His callous fingers found there home in between the strands of her angelic locks as he pulled her closer to him.

His gently hands guided her over him to rest her thighs either side of his own injured and sore ones as he kissed her softly. Soft mewls and quiet whimpers were passed between the pair as they moved closer as if trying to merge together.

He pulled away slightly, his breathing shallow and his body aching. Aching from pain, desire and longing.

He gently pawed at her hair and nudged his nose against hers. He was like a little bear cub who needed love and care, opposed to the usual demeanour of independence and strength he usually held.

"I love yer...my girl...all mine..." He mumbled breathlessly whilst continuously nudging his nose against hers face, "Say it f'me, baby...say yer my girl..."

She sniffled softly and pressed a wet, open mouthed kiss to his cheek and mumbled, "I'm yours...all yours, your girl...means you're my cowboy though..."

"Course I'm yer cowboy...don't want anyone else, just you...just us forever, yeah?" He mumbled sleepily as if his energy was still painfully low. His arms were tight around her and his face was practically pressed against hers as he tried to keep close.

"Mhm...sounds perfect, honey..." Her voice was a soft whisper and her lips found his once more. Her fingers tenderly toyed with his wavy hair.

And that was where they stayed. Bundled up in the cotton bedsheets, close together, sharing kisses and affections as they tried to piece together what was left for them to salvage from the wreckage caused by the O'Driscolls.

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Mid June 1899 ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

"You cruel, evil woman," Arthur muttered as he batted her gentle hands away. He had asked her to trim his hair for him as during the past month or so it was too long for his liking, but he hated having short hair. Her scissors had slipped and now his hair was much shorter than he liked.

"Where's my goddamn hair?" His voice was full of stress and terror, he wasn't mad or upset with her, he was just in shock.

"It's there baby...I promise, you're not bald..." She mumbled awkwardly as she ran her fingers over his locks that were sitting slightly messily as if trying to settle into position for her.

"Feels like I am...I'm not letting you anywhere near my moustache, sugar." He mumbled in a huff as he leaned around her for her delicate handheld mirror to check the state of his hair.

She slumped down next to him and gently kissed his cheek whispering, "Please don't be mad...you're still handsome and it will grow back..."

He just sat there staring at his hair, or therefore lack of hair. He blinked. Maybe it would grown back quickly? Maybe he'd be fine? But, most likely to be the case would be that Sean or John saw the state of his hair and would tease him endlessly for it.

"I'm not mad sugar...c'mere..." He opened his arms gently to welcome her in for a hug, his condition was still leaving him bedridden but he was more mobile as of recently. The most he could do was sit up, he couldn't even walk and his whole body ached.

She had done everything for him and spent almost every waking moment by his side. She was one of the few people who showed him how much she genuinely cared for him.

She bought him a mug of coffee and some breakfast every morning, greeted him with a kiss, fussed over him and his injuries. She would lay beside him and gently hold his face or tenderly touch his hair, her love was always on full display to him.

He gently kissed her forehead and murmured, "Not letting you near my hair again, sugar..." as he chuckled slightly and settled her in his lap on his small cot.

"That's a good plan...I'll have to let John do it next time..." She giggled back whilst snaking her arms around his neck and letting her fingers find the short baby hairs at the base of his hairline.

"No...no I'd rather you cut my hair, John would shear me like a damn sheep, sugar." He chucked softly against her neck and cuddled her closer. She giggled softly and smiled her usual bright and airy smile.

His nose was as tucked safely against her neck, his hands braced on her back, his breathing was soft. She could feel his nose gently nudging the soft skin of her neck, the familiar feeling of his lips against her freckles felt comforting and bought over a wave of love.

"Mm...sugar?" He mumbled softly, his low timbre hummed against her neck. Tenderly, he drew small circles on her spine with his callous fingers over the soft cotton of her dress.

"Yes honey?" She replied quietly as she petted his hair in a comforting manner. Her body was settled completely on his lap, relaxed and at peace as he held her and loved her.

He pressed his nose a little harder against her neck and gripped the back of bodice of her dress tighter, "Thank you..." he whispered quietly which caused his lips to graze her neck.

"For what, my love?" She mumbled against his hair that she was pressing soft kisses to as if to apologise for the god awful trim she had given it.

He chucked quietly and squeezed her closer to his chest and whispered, "Fer bein' yerself, so kind and so damn sweet...yer not givin' up on me or leavin' me, sugar..."

Her nose nudged against his hair as she chuckled and mumbled, "You're going all soft on me, Morgan..." which earned her her squeeze of the waist and chuckle, as well as a few kisses to her jaw to reinforce his softness for her.

"Shut up..." He mumbled against her neck and lay her down on the bed beneath him and kissed her jaw softly as she laughed and wiggled beneath him. Even though he was in pain and couldn't get stand he could still find the strength to give her all of his love and affection.

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"You love her?" John muttered in the darkness of Arthur's tent, he had taken to sleeping on the floor beside him over the past few days as Abigail and Jack were away for a few days with Arthur's girl. Off running errands for camp and buying supplies.

Arthur huffed under his breath in an exasperated manner. "What you interested in that for, Marston?" He grumbled, running a hand over his messy hair. It had grown slightly since she had trimmed it his hair a bit too short, his soft waves were coming back in.

"Because you love her but ain't doing much about it." John huffed as he nudged himself under a worn blanket on the floor.

"Ain't doin' much about it?" Arthur repeated with a chuckle, "Yes I damn well have...she knows I love her, Marston-"

"I'm just sayin' if yer in love with her...why don't yer make her yer girl, spend yer life with her...like me and Abigail," John drawled almost anxiously as Arthur lay in his cot thinking about his words, "...'s just, this is the happiest I've seen you for a long time, Arthur..."

"I'm ain't plannin' on leavin' her, if that's what this is about, Marston?" He huffed before turning over in bed despite his injuries still healing.

"Ain't what I mean...just don't want yer wastin' her time or yer own if you pair ain't just going to settle down or somethin'." John muttered under his breath.

"I'm scared she'll leave me," Arthur mumbled after a moment of heavy silence, which John then continued after this confession.

After a moment of contemplation John mumbled, "Why?" as he sat up to look up at Arthur instead of falling asleep.

"I ain't good for a girl like her, she's kind and sweet, caring and gentle, hell she's a damn angel, Marston." He grumbled as he fussed over a bandage to distract his hands and emotions.

"Jesus, Morgan." Was all John could manage, unable to fathom Arthur's pure self deprecation and his desperate for love.

"Arthur?" A soft voice called through the camp, quiet enough to ensure everyone stayed asleep but loud enough to comfort him. His girl was home, her and Abigail were home in one piece and she would be back in his arms.

"Yes, Sugar..." He mumbled, his voice was a sleepy drawl that was full of love for her, "C'mere baby..."

That earned a chuckle from John, which Abigail scolded him for quickly, but it earned a genuine and warm laugh from his sweet girl as she hurried over to his open tent beside his wagon. Her arms were around him and her body was pressed against his as she whispered, "You feeling okay? Did John take care of you this week? Anything hurting? Need me to sort anything?" She rambled quickly as she checked him over.

He shook his head and pulled her closer to him and whispered, "Just need my girl...need you close..." and pressed a firm kiss to her cheek.

"Trained you well then?" She teased lovingly as he held her tightly to his chest, pulling her to lay with him. He didn't care that John was snickering or that Abigail was watching them intently, he was just content with having her home.

He chuckled gruffly before mumbling, "Shut up..." as he squeezed her gently. His lips kissed everywhere he could reach and his hands pawed at her hair and her back.

"Guess what I bought in town..." She whispered softly against his ear. He rolled over slightly to hold her close but enough to see her face as he started to play with the pieces of hair that framed her angelic face. John and Abigail quietly shuffled out of the tent to leave them be.

He shrugged and let his callous fingers stroke her soft locks tenderly, "Knowing you it will either be a damn horse or a can of peaches, sugar..."

She leant back to grab her satchel on the floor, she pulled out a western romance novel, a new shirt for him and a bottle of medicine for him. "See look at all this I found, a new book for me to read to you...and I saw this shirt, made me think of you..." She mumbled shyly as she ran her fingers over the seams on the pink and white, pin stripped shirt.

"Sweet as damn pie, ain't you sugar..." He mumbled softly as he slipped the shirt from her hands and added, "I'll have to debut this soon then, darlin'...when I can take you on a proper date."

She giggled softly and placed the items onto his makeshift bedside table, and he drew her close and mumbled, "For now, get some sleep though, sugar...we'll plan the date over breakfast..."

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a/n: omg finally got this part finished!! Sorry it took a while, the ending of this chapter felt so bitty I couldn't get it right at all, but I'm hoping I can get the next part out soon as I have a few days off work before I go on holiday. Have a request I'm finishing up (feel free to send anymore they're always welcome!!), also I have a couple of other bits and bobs I'm drafting and editing as well as the upcoming chapters of one year 💘 (once this fic is finished my next focus will be coastal...but!! I have some ideas I'll be sharing soon for more longform fics) x

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[kieranduffysgirl]

AM : Dutch's girl

arthur morgan x f!reader

Arthur Morgan is head over heels for Dutch's poor neglected girl, he wants to show her all the love Dutch couldn't, and she loved him too...but where would that take them?

a/n: arthur x dutch's girl is definitely one of my favourite tropes, wrote this the other night and forgot about it but I'm hoping to compile a collection of arthur and dutch's sweet girl, also working on a few other bits and bobs 💘

warnings: kissing, cuddling, pet names (baby, honey, sugar, angel, sweet girl, missus), cheating (evil behaviour but dutch is lowkey mean its okay xx)

"Darlin'...wake up f'me," He whispered softly agains the shell of her ear, his voice rough from sleep.

This was his comfort place, curled up under his bedsheets with her as the sun rose against the outskirts of the camp. The world was asleep, only the sound of the birds early morning song could be heard, and the occasional snore from the various tents.

He loved her dearly, wholeheartedly and foolishly.

She was Dutch's girl. Dutch's poor, sweet, beautiful girl. Though he didn't see that, he only saw another woman who was begging for his attention, another plaything he could toy with and discard.

But to Arthur, god she was an angel to him, a goddamn dream. She was his idea of perfection with soft skin, gentle curves and the most beautiful eyes, she was the focal point of the world to Arthur.

She didn't understand why though, in her own eyes she was homely, awkward and undesirable. Whether it was due to her past traumas that remained unspoken but the way she flinched and apologised for everything would suggest or if it was due to Dutch's ongoing treatment of her, Arthur decided months ago he would be the one to piece her back together.

"Sugar...come on please wake up f'me..." His voice was still a low and gentle whisper and his fingers gently brushed her soft locks away from her face before leaning in to press gentle kisses to her cheek.

"Just a little longer, Arthur..." She mumbled sleepily and rolled into his chest to cuddle closer to him. Her soft palms rested on his broad chest, her silky tresses caressed his chin.

"Baby, come on...Dutch'll be home soon," He urged gently and lifted her into his lap as he propped himself up.

"Honey..." She mumbled softly before properly wrapping her arms around him to keep him close to her, "I don't want you to go...hate when you leave, Arthur."

"Me too, darlin'...hate leaving yer, but Dutch will shoot me right here if he sees me all tucked up in bed with his sweet angel..." He mumbled against her hair as he squeezed her gently, his lips were pressing kisses along her centre parting.

"Arthur Morgan, are you trying to sweet talk me hm?" She teased softly before lifting her head to gaze up at him lovingly, she looked at him like he hung every damn star in the night sky.

He chucked quietly and carefully leant down to graze her lips with his own, "Maybe, baby..." his voice was soft and comforting, everything Dutch wasn't.

She smiled softly against his lips and gave his a tender kiss, their noses bashing slightly and their hands clinging tightly to each other.

He pulled away to whisper, "I love yer...remember that okay?" as his large hands pawed at her soft locks of hair, "One day you'll leave him okay...then yer going to be my girl okay...my pretty missus..."

"I already am...secretly." She mumbled softly against his lips as her fingers tangled in his long, soft tresses that had a slight wave now that it rested on his shoulders.

"Well be a good little missus and get changed so Dutch doesn't eat us alive okay, angel?" He whispered softly, his chapped lips catching hers slightly.

She huffed in response and let her body sink against his, he just chuckled and lifted her up off the bed to carry her bridal style to her small trunk of dresses.

"Pick one, I'll help yer this morning, darlin'...yer treated like a damn princess around here I hope yer aware o'that." He huffed whilst holding her close to his chest and squeezed her gently to earn him a giggle.

Boy was Dutch missing out he thought to himself, but deep down he loved that he could be the one to make her giggle, to give her all this affection, and to be hers...whether or not she was Dutch's.

[kieranduffysgirl]

omg I'm feral I love this soso much! John Marston mannn need him so badly it's not okay.

hayloft

content • john marston, fem!reader, fluff

author's note • after an insane weekend like this one, I thought I'd post something soft and sweet for the john marston nation ✊️ enjoy xx

the hayloft smells like the hay around you, wood, and him.

faint candlelight glows somewhere near the ladder, casting long shadows across the barn. outside, the crickets are singing, and the air’s warm enough that you don’t need anything but the old blanket he spread out beneath you.

john lies beside you, shirt off, chest warm against your back, arm draped heavy over your waist like he doesn’t ever want to let you go. his breath is steady, slow, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet.

“y’smell like summer,” he murmurs, nose brushing against your hair. “sweet. like peaches, or clover… somethin’ soft.”

you smile, fingers lightly tracing the hand he has splayed across your stomach.

“you always talk like that when you’re tryin’ to be sweet?”

he grunts a little, then presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder. “nah. only with you.”

you shift, turning in his arms so you can face him. his eyes catch yours, soft and open in a way they never are during the day. out there, he’s all hard lines, quick words, heavy hands. but here? here he’s undone. quiet. yours.

“you make me feel like i got somethin’ to lose,” he says, thumbing over your cheekbone. “that scares the hell outta me.”

you lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth, slow and gentle.

“you’ve got me,” you whisper. “that’s all.”

he exhales shakily, forehead resting against yours.

“don’t deserve you,” he murmurs. “but i’m selfish enough to want you anyway.”

you slide your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer until he sighs against your lips.

“i want you too,” you say. “always have.”

you fall asleep like that— limbs tangled, his thumb stroking slow patterns on your side, his words barely audible now.

“ain’t never had nothin’ feel this good… not ever.”

[kieranduffysgirl]

Hear me out. Reader gets really hurt one day, like they were coming back from a job and they get jumped by a bunch of O’Driscolls. They manage to outsmart them and get back to camp. And you can do what you will with that

a/n: I loved this request sososo much got me thinking for lots of the gang so I wrote a little snippet for everyone and I'm hoping to do a bit more content like this so please do offer some requests. Also, I'm working on the next chapter of ONE YEAR and also a request so more bits and pieces on the way, mwah 💘

featuring: arthur, john, charles, kieran, sean, javier, abigail, sadie

Arthur Morgan: He would be all stoic and calm when you arrived home, helping the others clean you up and settle you down but the minute you were settled in bed he would cry. After his experience with them he knew how brutal they could be so he would be crying and holding you and whispering the kindest and gentlest words, "You were so brave, baby...so strong and careful, yer safe now...back in my arms and out fo harms way...ain't no one laying a hand on you again." He would look after you like a damn nurse, anything you asked for or needed he's done it before you even finish asking. His hands would be gentle and his words loving as he would rock you to sleep and kiss every sore spot and scar left behind. But once you were settled and calm, he would find every single O'Driscoll who dared to lay their finger near you, hell even breathe near you, because no one else should even dare to hurt his sweet girl.

John Marston: He would be panicked like anyone who came back to camp he'd be asking where his wife is (even though your not his wife yet). The minute you came back he'd pick you up and hold you and press kisses to your cheek even is Arthur was muttering and laughing at him. "Darlin'...was so worried, I'll get Ms Grimshaw to patch you up...oh baby, what happened?" He would murmur as he settled you on his bed. He would let her fix you up but the minute she was gone he would be all over you, his arms around you as he lay down next to you. Even if you were in pain you'd let him hold you and plant kisses on the scars and sore patches. He would probably get a bit sniffly and clingy just because he was so scared of losing you. If you were upset about lasting scars I can just imagine him gently tracing and kissing the scars and whispering, "Hey...it's okay darlin'...look at me, I'm all scarred and rugged and you think I'm handsome..." as he smiled softly.

Charles Smith: He'd be so worried the minute you were late back to camp, he's so kind and lovely that he would be the one person in camp who would like know when everyone should be home and safe due to being on watch most nights. He would be stood by the edge of the camp waiting for you, whether or not it was his night to watch out. The minute you came stumbling back he'd be pulling you into his arms and asking you what happened, he wouldn't let anyone else touch or help you, Only him. His gentle hands would wrap up your wounds and gently stroke calming circles into your skin to help you breathe and calm down. Once you were calm and were no longer flinching he would pull you close and gently kiss along your hairline and mumble softly about his day to distract you from what had happened. He would rock you gently in his arms until you fell asleep, he would barely move and simply just fall asleep in your bed holding you against his chest so you could feel his heartbeat whilst you slept.

Kieran Duffy: He would scoop you up in his arms and hold you close, whispering “My brave girl, I love you so much…shouldn’t be out on your own…they won’t get you now, honey”, he’d most likely sob into your hair and cling to you so tightly, he would be so scared they'd come back and take you from him. He'd also nurse your wounds and change your dressings, making sure he wiped your sore skin with a warm flannel to keep you healthy and clean. He wouldn't leave your side for a single moment and his arms would be secure around you every second whether it was night or day, he also definitely would mumble quiet, sleepy little "I love yous" against your skin. He would be so scared due to his time with the O'Driscolls and his awareness of them, so he would cling to you and probably get overly tearful if you weren't close to him as the pure fear in this mans body would be insane. After all, he has been a victim to the O'Driscolls in his time.

Sean MacGuire: He would probably be singing and pissing about when you got home but the minute he saw his sweet missus all injured and scared. He would be lingering awkwardly as everyone fussed over you, but the minute the cleared off he would check you over. He would definitely like poke your arm and whisper, "Does that hurt, sugar?" or like gently wrap his arms around you and whisper, "Tell me if it hurts..." He would shower you in cheeky little kisses, each time he would cuddle closer and kiss your jaw and neck as he whispered, "No one lays a hand on Mrs Maguire," as you would giggle and hold him but keep having to remind him you were in fact in pain.

Javier Escuella: He would be so worried, despite him being busy playing his guitar, his eyes would scan camp for you constantly for the evening. He would be waiting out for his girl to come home, but the minute you came stumbling in he would disregard everything to check on you. "Amor...amor what happened?" He would ask through pure panic as he watched the girls tend to your injuries. He would sit beside you holding your hand as the others fixed you up for him, his thumb gently brushing circles against your palm. As soon as your bandaged up and tucked up in bed he would lay down next to you and murmur, "I'm not going anywhere okay...going to keep you safe, mi amor." before gently humming under his breath as he gently presses kisses to your cheek and jaw as he rocked you to sleep.

Abigail Marston: She would be worried sick, she would be pacing camp and pestering Sadie or Arthur to go and find you. The pair would probably have to drag you back to camp, and Abigail would be rushing over and taking care of you. She would most definitely kiss your forehead and sniffle softly as she tried to settle you down and make sure you have a good dinner. She would lay you on her and gently stroke your hair and murmur softly to you, probably softly scolding you, "you silly, silly woman I was worried sick...had me panicking," as she gently kisses your cheek.

Sadie Adler: She would sit beside you whilst the others fixed you up but she would be seething. She would disappear for a bit but come back after sunset in a different set of clothes murmuring that there's nothing for you to worry about now. She'd lay down next to you and pet your hair as she let you explain what happened, before she would lean down to kiss you. She'd wrap an arm around you and whisper, "My brave girl...so clever," as she kissed your cheek and held you to help you fall asleep. She would lay next to you and fall asleep beside you, and she most definitely wouldn't let you go anywhere without her from now on.

[kieranduffysgirl]

I just know that anytime you mention you needing ANYTHING, Arthur (especially if you’re in a relationship) is doing everything he can to help. You need your back cracked? He’ll pick you up and shake you like a coke can. Oh, you need something on the top shelf of the general store? No worries! He’s got it!

Yes!! I love this idea like this man would stop to help with anything even if he grumbles a bit and can't understand why you can't just get on with it this man would be there helping with anything. Like imagine brushing your horse and he just huffs and takes over, or you mention liking reading so he buys you a new book, or making dinner for the gang and he automatically helps you, or your at a saloon and before you've even perched anywhere he's ordered you a drink and made sure you were safe. Acts of services is Arthur Morgan's love language and I will not be convinced otherwise!!

[kieranduffysgirl]

omg look at this!! thank you so much lovlies for 100+ followers, genuinely so kind of you all and it's nice to know so many of you all enjoy my pure rambling and writing. Means soso much to me and I hope to keep growing this little community!! Lots and lots of love from me to you 💘

[kieranduffysgirl]

Chapter 5 out now lovies !! x

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January 1899 (2.2k)

February 1899 (2.4k)

March 1899 (3.5k)

April 1899 (2.8k)

May 1899 (1.6k)

June 1899

July 1899

August 1899

September 1899

October 1899

November 1899

December 1899

Epilogue

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[kieranduffysgirl]

ONE YEAR: Chapter 5, May 1899

arthur morgan x f!reader ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

word count: 1.6k (shorter but you'll see why and I will be making the next chapter a lot longer to make up for it x)

warnings: she/her pronouns, angst, sadness, pain and injury, blood, violence, petnames, RDR2 CHAPTER 3 SPOILERS!

a/n: at the end

chapter 4 // chapter 6

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Early May 1899 ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

Still no word. Not a single hint of Arthur.

The flowers around Clemens Point were blooming, the trees were full of life. Yet she felt empty.

His jacket was losing the scent of him, it reeled of tea and flowers and her perfume. It felt toxic, it felt wrong.

It felt like he was gone.

"Promise me yer won't just up and leave on me"

Yet he upped and left her. At least that was what she thought.

What she didn't know was that he was hung up in an O'Driscoll camp being tortured, bruises covering his beautiful freckled skin. His watercolour eyes were hidden by his swollen skin, his usual gruff voice was hoarse from screaming and shouting. Blood and scars marred his skin.

His mind was in pieces, the only thought he could hold onto was her.

The thought of her waiting for him at camp, wearing his clothes, checking her little wrist watch, caring for the others.

Every hit, every gunshot, every stab wound. All that kept him going was her.

Minutes blurred into hours, hours into days, and eventually...days to weeks.

She waited patiently, yet she felt abandoned.

Was he out hunting? Had he met someone? Was he leaving the gang? Was he hurt? Had he been taken? Bounty hunters? Pinkertons?

Had he just left her?

Dutch was losing faith, most people were. Everyone presumed him dead or having left. He got spilt off from Micah and Dutch after seeing Colm, it can't have gone well.

John and Charles went out most days, searching every inch of the surrounding areas to find him. A quiet determination shared by the pair.

She spent her days writing in her journal and patiently waiting for him.

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My dear Arthur,

You're still not home, and I miss you dearly. Charles and John haven't stopped looking for you, yet Dutch won't let me search. I think he knows something bad is happening, I fear you may be in a worse position than most believe.

You went missing whilst visiting Colm O'Driscoll, and that puts intense fear in me. I love you dearly and wholeheartedly but I worry that I may never have the chance to tell you.

The last time we spoke you promised to be home by sunset, promised me you would come home and hold me. Yet here I am, alone and confused. I miss you and I hold you in my heart.

Please come home soon, come back to me soon my love. I miss your soft voice, your silly accent, your gentle hands, your loving kissing and most of all your smile.

All my love and prayers go to you x

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She tucked the letter under his pillow with all of her other letters she had written for him since he had gone.

After a few moments of sniffling and fixing his bedding, gently adjusting the bedsheets and fussing over his personal items, she settled herself on his bed and rested her head on his pillows.

Gently, she pulled the blankets over her and nuzzled into the pillow and started to cry quietly. The same routine she had adopted in his melancholy absence, a way to feel closer to him.

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Mid May 1899 ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

The rain was intense and harsh, like it would bruise your skin if you stood out in it too long. Yet she was sat under the cover over Arthur's tent watching the rain fall.

His bedsheets were pooled around her waist, her skin was graced with the soft fabric of his stained shirt. She hadn't slept properly in weeks, she missed his arms and his gentle nature.

She let out a quiet sob as she watched the rain and clutched his shirt tightly as she inhaled his scent. "Come home baby..." she whispered softly.

Little did she know that in a camp a few miles away, Arthur had dragged himself out of a basement and up to his horse, desperately trying to get himself home to her.

His body was bruised and broken, his mind was in shambles. Yet, his one coherent thought was her.

He had to get home, for her sake more than his own.

He needed her gentle touch and her soft words.

He needed her loving eyes and caring nature.

He needed her.

She needed him.

She needed his big arms around her, his watercolour eyes to find hers in the crowd, his callous finger to pet her hair. She needed to hear his voice.

She needed her dear old Arthur back.

Hooves fell into step with the rain and muffled pained groans filled the air as the rain covered them and silenced them.

Arthur's shire horse.

She pushed herself off the bed and practically ran to the horse as she sobbed, desperate to understand what was happening.

Then she saw him.

On the floor.

So much blood.

She sobbed.

She fell to her knees.

He reached for her.

"Darlin'...?" His voice so more than a pained wheeze.

Her sobs multiplied.

Others crowded around and started to help him but everything was a blur for her.

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Late May 1899 ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

His laugher filled the air as he pulled her close in the river, his arms running up and down her bare back as he laughed and smiled brighter than the sun itself.

He gently leant in and pressed a kiss to her cheek and whispered, "I love yer so much, darlin'..." as he nudged his nose against her soft cheek.

"I love you too, honey..." She mumbled back gently as she leant into him. Her soft, freckled skin was clinging to his marred and scarred skin. He smiled softly and turned to let his meet hers.

The kiss was soft and tender, comforting and unhurried. His chapped lips moved gently against her as his callous fingers threaded through her locks which were damp and clinging to her back under the water of the river.

Her hands gently explored the scars on his back and neck, her fingers tenderly tracing the deep rooted wound and scars. Pulling away slightly, she slowly brushed his hair away from his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak when-

"Hey..." Charles murmured softly as he gently nudged her awake. She was laying on the grass next to Arthur's bed under the cover of his tent, waiting for him to wake up.

He had arrived back at camp around a week ago, but he was unconscious from the moment he arrived home at camp. He had reached for her but fell unconscious moments after.

Now, she spent every night laying there waiting for him to wake up. Everyone was worried for him, no one knew whether he would wake up again, they were all worried for her too. If anything happened to Arthur it would ruin her.

"You fell asleep with him again, flower..." Charles murmured softly as he gently lifted her to sit up on the grass next to Arthur's bed.

"Sorry...thought he might need me if he woke up, Charlie." She murmured quietly as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and combed her hair with her fingers.

"No, don't worry yourself...you need to be sleeping comfortably, he'll love you no matter where you are when he wakes up, flower." Charles said softly as he remained knelt beside her, he was the most understanding out of everyone. He kept a special place in his heart for Arthur and her, he could see the care and love between them. No one was as patient with her, no one could see how scared she was.

"He'll wake up soon...he can probably tell your here," Charles murmured as he gently pushed her hair from her face, "But I need you get up, wash yourself and get changed and I can help you plait your hair if you need."

She nodded quietly and shifted up, but her eyes caught Arthur's body and she sniffled softly. She disregarded Charles' plan for her, she settled down on the bed next to him and sniffled softly and lay down next to him.

Her body was racked with softly as she lay down and reached for him, her gentle hands found his bruised and broken face as she sobbed softly.

"Arthur...please wake up..." She managed to whisper between sobs, "Please...I miss you..."

She pressed herself closer to him as she cried into his shoulder, she needed him to speak or to hold her. But that was when she felt it.

As she held him, his hand twitched.

His hand twitched against her side.

She held him and he could feel her.

His bones ached and his skin was sore and his mind was weary.

But, he could feel her holding him.

He felt her lying on him, her arms around him and her tears om his shoulder.

Her sobs grew more intense as she felt his hand, she squeezed him gently. "Arthur...I'm here...'s me, I'm here..." She sobbed harder as Charles settled on the end of the bed watching over the pair.

"I love you, Arthur...please wake up..." She sobbed softly as she tucked her head into his neck against a patch of bandage.

Except he didn't wake up, he just lay there in her arms barely holding on.

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a/n: Hope you all like this lovies!! Been working hard on this series and I'm hoping to get a few more chapters out soon!! Lots of love and hope you all enjoyy x

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[kieranduffysgirl]

Jack Marston (1914) : fluff ♡

Jack Marston x f!reader

warning: mentions of prostitution, drinking, death/loss, comfort and fluff, tension and kissing, kind of like raunchy like whimpering and stuff, absolutely painfully lovesick Jack.

a/n: fluffy and sad but kinda raunchy bcos I just love Jack, baffles me that this poor boy is my age just want to give him a big kiss and make him some dinner 🫶

Jack Marston. A troubled, nineteen year old boy with a death wish. His mother and father were both gone, uncle too. Now he was alone, which he hated, he was rendered completely alone.

Yet, he was still an awkward young man who just wanted company, he probably needed it after all the suffering he had endured.

So there he was, wandering the streets of Blackwater. The lonesome cowboy. He gave awkward, toothy smiles to passers by which contradicted the outlawish exterior he adorned.

His boots clicked along the street, his steps scraped across the ground. The evening breeze was cool, it sent a chill down his spine. His beige, worn jacket hung lazily over his shoulders and his jeans were loose around his waist, but held up by his father's gun belt.

His callous fingers ran over his hair as he slipped his hat off upon entering the saloon, aiming the drink for the evening and enjoy a warm meal. The nights were tough at Beechers Hope, left to fix himself dinner due to the loss of his mother's home cooking. The loneliness crept in through the cracks and crevices.

He dragged himself through the small crowd to the bar, attempting to find an empty stool when his eyes met hers. Wide and full of wonder, yet tainted by so much hurt.

She must have been his age, both young and out of place in such a worn and timely saloon. Her skin looked so soft, so different to his own, so scarred and marred. Freckled adorned her skin like stars in the night sky.

Her hair hung over her shoulders in such a beautiful manner he felt his heart rate increase. He hadn't had a girlfriend before, sure he had kissed a girl before but never anything more. But he was so alone, and all he wanted was to be like his mother and father.

Little did he know she was just as alone as he was. She had lost her parents, a tragic accident and illness took them from her, and she was completely alone. It was her first night working the saloon, she wore an old dress another woman had leant her, a ridiculously tight corset that felt as if it was holding her together yet it was probably snapping her ribs. He noticed the way she sat awkwardly trying to cover her cleavage with her hair, it sparked a wave of sympathy through him, she was anxious and didn't want a single soul to notice her.

He thought she was beautiful, like an angel, the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He felt his jaw go slack as he watched her fiddle with her hair and the lace of her corset. A simple, silver locket hung around her neck, lying gracefully on her collar bones.

After a moment of contemplation, he sat down beside her and awkwardly cleared his throat. The barman automatically poured his usual beverage, but she kept her eyes on the window behind the bar.

"I...ah, evenin' lady." He mumbled shyly as he felt his cheeks flush beneath his facial hair. He was desperate for her attention, to be closer to her, not in a strange way just in a way that he felt as if she would understand him. She wouldn't find his need to closeness odd.

"Evenin' Mister," She replied quietly, reluctantly turning her gaze to him, "You're looking for some company?"

His fingers gently found the rim of his glass as he nodded awkwardly, "Mhm...if yer offering?"

He couldn't bring himself to look at her yet, he wanted to steal another glance but he felt foolish. She probably spent her evenings with the older, better looking ranchers who frequented to saloon. She probably had no interest in an awkward, lonely outlaw who had never been with a girl before.

She nodded wordlessly, "I...I suppose I am offering-" Her words were shy, timid and almost strained. She seemed bothered by something, but the man behind the bar cut her off.

"This is our latest girl, Marston...look at her ain't she just as sweet as pie..." His words were sweet yet laced with something so sickening, Jack could feel it in the back of his throat.

"I...I...follow me then," She mumbled quietly before adding, "My rooms upstairs with the other girls..."

He nodded wordlessly and gently reached for her hand and murmured, "I'm Jack..." as he let her lead him upstairs.

She mumbled her name quietly to him and laced her fingers with his. She seemed genuinely scared or overly timid, it made him even more nervous. All he wanted was to feel loved, he wanted someone to care for him.

"Just up here, Jack..." She mumbled quietly as she unlocked the door to the small room and pulled him inside.

Once inside, his hands found her hips clumisly and he lean closer to press his lips to hers. They were chapped, from biting at them due to nerves, and he tasted like whiskey. His lips moved against her in a tender, yet shy way but a slight hint of desperation. His callous hands glided up to hers jaw to hold her in place as he kisses her.

Her plump and soft lips glided over his and gently parted to welcome his tongue, she tasted of sweet wine and toothpaste. Her kiss was gentle and shy, it lacked confidence or self assurance. He let his tongue explore her mouth as he quietly whimpered into her mouth with slight shame.

He pulled away slightly and whispered, "...'m sorry..." as he blushed deeply over his needy and breathless state, his voice resembling his gentle whimper from before.

"It's okay...I...well your doing okay, I think?" She mumbled quietly as she gently petted his hair in a tender manner, a sensation he hadn't felt for a long time. It earned her a faint whimper as he gently snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her into him.

"You think?" He mumbled softly, "Surely yer usual men ain't whimpering like a hurt dog..." as he buried his nose in her hair and held her tightly, so softly and gently like he wanted to keep her close and safe.

"You're my first, Jack..." She whispered softly as she gently nestled into his chest and sniffled softly, hot tears pouring down her cheeks. She was so scared, so shy, but he made her feel safer than most of the other men in the saloon ever would.

"Wait...er, me?" He mumbled before pulling away slightly to just stare awkwardly as he held her shoulders, "I'm yer first client...no sugar, I'll go...I don't think...I mean, I ain't ever touched a girl...I shouldn't be the one to take yer innocence..."

She nodded quietly and pulled away sniffling and pushing tears away, "I'm sorry...should have told you."

He shook his head and whispered, "C'mere..." as he tried to coax her closer, "Let me help yer wipe those tears, sugar."

She nodded wordlessly and sat down on the bed and let him perch next to her, one arm around her waist and the other hand rested on her cheek go brush away her tears.

"Yer really pretty...prettiest girl I've ever seen." He murmured quietly as he pushed away her tears, his eyes were full of awe.

"Thank you, Jack..." She mumbled softly as she leant into his caring hand, "'m sorry I got upset...my parents passed away, that's why I'm here...just got scared, I should have told you I haven't ever been with a boy before..."

"It's okay, sugar...like I said, I've never neither...I'll help tidy you up and I'll go..." He mumbled softly as he leant closer to gently stroke her hair.

She shook her head softly and whispered, "Please stay...I'd like it if you did, you don't have to pay a single dollar...just, keep me company?" Her voice wavered slightly as she looked at him with desperate eyes.

"I...I...as long as yer sure," He mumbled softly as he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Mhm...you're very kind, sweet even," She mumbled softly as she gently nestled her nose against his neck, "Are you a rancher?"

He chucked softly and nodded, "Taken over my Pa's ranch...Beecher's Hope...him and my Ma passed a while ago..." His voice was a soft whisper as his tone trembled slightly at the mention of his parents.

"Oh...I'm sorry for your loss," She murmured softly, her arms snaking around his neck as she drew him close. Her head nestled against his shoulder and her fingers gently toying with his hair.

"Thank you sugar...guess we have that in common," He mumbled gently against her hair before gently kissing the crown of her hair.

She sniffled softly and gently nuzzles her nose against his jaw, her fingers gently tugging on his hair softly. He whined softly and whispered, "That's nice, sugar...feels nice when you do that..." His cheeks still burning a deep crimson.

She gently iched his scalp and toyed with his locks to hear his soft noises and feel the way he urged her closer, unable to understand why he needed her impossibly close.

"Don't go..." He whispered as his voice trembled, as if he was finally letting someone in to comfort him.

"As long as you don't go..." She whispered back as she pressed a kiss to his scruffy jaw, her lips were like gentle angel kisses to his skin to fix the pasts scars and wounds.

"I...I don't want to leave you here," He murmured softly as he sniffled, "yer all I've ever dreamed of, please don't go...come with me, I'll look after yer I promise, good and proper...please darlin'..."

He rested his head in the crook of her neck and gently planted kisses there as if to persuade her to come back to Beechers Hope, he knew it was sudden and pathetic but christ did he want to keep her. She was like a stray kitten, and she was so similar to him. She had lost everything and everyone and needed loving, and so did he. He sure as shit wanted to love her, protect her, be a good man and hold her close and promise her the damn world.

"Jack...I'm awkward and homely...you'd tire of me so quickly...I've never had anything like this before...not sure what to do...I could barely kiss you without crying," She murmured softly as she sniffled and held back hiccups and tears.

"Shhh...yer shouldn't be selling yerself...yer so pretty and sweet...please even if it's until yer back on her feet, let me look after you..." He whispered as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, a desperate kiss that was clumsy and sloppy but loving and sweet. It felt as if looking after her and loving on her would heal him.

"Jack..." She mumbled softly as she turned to kiss him properly, messy yet tender. Their lips moved together and their tongues gently joined the dance, a tender moment between two hurting people.

Jack needed to care for someone, to pass on his parent's legacy and to feel loved. She needed to be cared for, to feel appreciated and to have a kind heart in her life.

His lips remained on hers as he pulled her to lay under him on the bed, no ill intentions on his part but just a need to be closer. She lay down without any complaints and pulled him closer as she kept her mouth locked onto his and her tongue against his, her fingers were slowly caressing his scruffy hair.

He slowly kissed down her jaw to her neck and whispered, "Just say yes...please, sugar...we'll get to know each other...I'll make sure yer safe...I'll feel so guilty if I leave yer here..."

She sobbed softly and whispered, "I want to...I want you to look after me, Jack..." He stopped kissing her neck and held her close and practically lay on top of her as she cried and he held her.

"Shhh...it's okay, just us yeah?" He whispered into her ear as he held her, "I’ll look after yer, get some sleep and we’ll pack yer up in the morning..”

He gently peppered her face in kisses and whispers, "Yer like an angel..." as he cuddles her gently, the poor boy was finally realising love and how overwhelming it was to feel so many emotions.

"You're like my knight in shining amour..." She murmured softly as she sniffled and clung to him tightly. He held her a little tighter and pressed his nose to her cheek.

"G'night, sugar..." He murmured softly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. He gently sniffled against her cheek and squeezed her gently as he felt sleep creeping in.

[kieranduffysgirl]

chapter 4 out now!! 💘

ONE YEAR: chapters ˚ ۪ ⊹. ݁

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January 1899 (2.2k)

February 1899 (2.4k)

March 1899 (3.5k)

April 1899 (2.8k)

May 1899

June 1899

July 1899

August 1899

September 1899

October 1899

November 1899

December 1899

Epilogue

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[kieranduffysgirl]

ONE YEAR: Chapter 4, March 1899

arthur morgan x f!reader ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: she/her pronouns, afab, f!reader, SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 3, lots of affection, petnames (baby, sugar, honey, love), plot development is happening I promise guys, like soft, needy, sweet Arthur, some phrasing that I'm not sure is just a british thing so do lmk 💘 (fic masterlist tagged in the title)

chapter 3 // chapter 5

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Early April 1899

"G'morning, honey..." Arthur's sleepy drawl filled her ears as he pulled her closer under the covers as he pressed kisses to her brow lovingly.

She mumbled incoherently as she gently tousled his hair and shifted impossibly closer to him. He gently kissed down her cheek bone but stopped before her lips, not wanting to push the limit and move ahead in this strange part of their relationship.

Neither had confessed to anything, neither wanted to be the first to say anything, so they both just let it sit and strew.

She turned her head slightly to kiss his cheek in return, she gently pressed a few kisses to the skin and whispered, "5 more minutes please..."

"No, baby...Dutch'll have kittens if I'm not up and working..." He murmured softly as he stroked her hair from her face and squeezed her gently as he remained cuddling her.

She sighed softly and gently brushed her lips along his facial hair to his lips, stopping just before she could feel his bottom lip. He huffed slightly and gently ran his fingers over her hair again before murmuring, "Come on, darlin'...hop up so we can get ready, yeah?"

All it earned him was a tired huff from her, and he felt her head rest on his chest and her arms tighten around him. He chuckled and pulled her up into his arms and sat up with her in his lap.

She carried on clinging to him and being cuddly before he started to gently kiss her cheek and whispered, "My tired girl..." as he held her to his chest. His nose brushed over her hairline and gently skimmed her skin as he kept kissing her face.

"Mhm...don't go yet, just tell Dutch you're ill so you can stay, please?" She murmured softly as she reached up to hold his scruffy chin. He shook his head gently and leaned down to kiss her nose and whisper, "No can do baby, come on...up we get."

He lifted her out of bed in his arms and smiled at her. His fingers brushed her hair away from her face as he murmured, "You're still half asleep, darlin'..." before leaning in to nudge his nose on hers as she set her down in front of him to start getting ready for the day.

She smiled softly and shifted away to change into a different dress and to comb her hair. Her eyes were fixed on him in the mirror as he changed and sat on the bed doing up his boots. He caught her eye in the mirror and smiled sheepishly before murmuring, "Yer staring at me..." awkwardly stating the obvious.

He pushed off from the bed and settled his arms around her waist from behind her as he watched her fuss over her hair in the mirror. "You're awfully close for a man who's just my friend, Arthur Morgan." She murmured softly as if reminding him of the block in their relationship.

Just a friendship. Nothing else.

He huffed and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and murmured, "...'m liking being close to yer, yer warm...and yer always too close for a girl who's j'st my friend."

She sighed gently and leant into him as she pinned some of her hair back and let him kiss up and down the side of her neck, it was the most clingy he had ever been before but it felt as if he had woken up and realised how lucky he was to have her. That she could just leave him at any moment, she could find someone else and leave him. Just like Mary did.

"Darlin'?" He said quietly as he watched her in the mirror as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Yes, honey?" She replied softly, as if she could already sense his apprehension and worry.

"Promise me yer won't just up and leave on me...yer going to let me stay close to yer right, like for a while?" He mumbled sheepishly as he nuzzled into her neck to hide the involuntary tears he was blinking back.

"Why would I go anywhere, love?" She asked him gently as she swiped her makeup brush over his nose as he cuddled closer to her and sniffled quietly.

"Because yer might not like being around me as much as I like being around yer?" He mumbled as he blinked back a wave of tears and bite his tongue to prevent him whispering an 'I love you'.

She set her combs and makeup brushes down and turned around to him and whispered, "I'm not going anywhere...you're the only person I want to be around, only person who treats me right, Arthur." as her hands rested on his cheeks.

He nodded and swallowed a lump in his throat and leant down to her level and whispered, "yer only saying that to make me happy..." as he nudged his nose on hers as he kept blinking back tears.

She felt her heart ache, they were just friends...but did he love her?

Just friends who shared a bed, just friends who read to each other, just friends who shared little kisses, just friends who held each other, just friends who held hands around camp, just friends who are in love?

"None of that, Morgan." She murmured shyly as she nudged his nose back but felt his hot tears streaking down his cheeks.

"I mean it, baby..." He whispered as his voice trembled and tears spilled down his cheeks, "I can't have yer leaving me...don't know what I'd do."

He was so scared to lose her, what if she left him just as Mary did, what if he wasn't enough for her, what if she simply just didn't love him?

"Just promise me you'll stay..." He whispered as he pulled her tighter against his chest even more and buried his tears into her tresses.

"I'm staying, honey...I'm not leaving..." She managed to stutter out over tears as he started pressing kisses to her hair and whispering to her.

"Thank yer...yer so sweet...all mine," as he gently turned her around to face him by guiding her waist, "my girl..."

His eyes met hers, he leant in to her and pressed his lips to hers desperately and clumsily as he tried to show her how much he did in fact love her.

He kissed her like he was a starving man, his fingers in her hair, messing up her freshly pinned back hair. His lips felt familiar yet so different, it was as if he was her home...yet she was only just discovering it.

Her lips moved against his gently as she felt him gently nipped on her bottom lip as she reached up to thread her fingers into his soft locks. Her breathing trembled as she felt a lump in her throat as he kept his lips moving over hers as tears damped his cheeks.

She gently pulled away and smiled shyly, sniffling slightly too, his lips chased after his as he tried to keep kissing her. A soft blush gracing her even softer cheeks.

"No...No baby, why'd you stop?" He whispered as he looked at her as if she was the air he desperately needed. It was pathetic but sweet at the same time, the gruff and nonchalant outlaw, holding her so tights as he blink away tears and craved more of her kisses. He needed her, he needed to show her how much he loved her.

"Dutch'll be waiting for you, can't be hiding in here kissing me all day..." She murmured softly against his lips as she holds him close as if to reassure him.

"No, just five more minutes please, sugar?" He whispered softly as he leant in to kiss her again, softer and more gentle this time. Both had tears staining their cheeks, tears of joy and apprehension.

She kissed him back for a few moments before pulling away and whispering, "Nope, you wouldn't let me have five more minutes sleeping this morning." She had a shy smile and a gentle blush on her freckles cheeks.

"Yer evil..." He murmured softly before gently pressing his chapped lips to hers again, gently skimming his tongue over her lips. She rewarded him with a gentle mewl as she kept kissing him, neither had any intention of stopping now.

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Mid April 1899

Colm O'Driscoll. A man she knew. A man who had hurt her. A man who Dutch van der Linde know all too well. A man he wanted to get his revenge on.

Revenge is a fool's game.

That's what Arthur always said.

But Dutch had caught wind of a chance to parley with Colm, to finally end this feud once and for all.

"Darlin', I promise it'll be okay...Dutch'll just talk to Colm and I'll linger and keep watch." Arthur murmured softly as he gently held her hand as he perched on the edge of the cot with her in his lap.

"It ain't ever *just* anything with Dutch though, Arthur..." She murmured back as she felt a lump in her throat. Arthur, no nickname. He was most definitely in the dog house.

"I know, baby...I'm sorry, but you know I need to go and help him, yeah?" He murmured softly as he gently reached for her waist to hold her close.

"I know, I'm just worried 's all." She muttered quietly as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in to his chest. She gently rested her head on his chest as snaked her arms around his neck.

"I know baby, I know...but Dutch needs me, needs my help, ain't fair of me to make him go alone." He mumbled softly against her hair, he didn't want to go but he knew he needed to...and deep down he wanted his revenge for how the O'Driscolls had treated her before he had found her.

"Just come back in one piece...don't ditch me now, Morgan." She murmured gently against his ear as she squeeze him gently.

He chuckled and tightened his grip on her and murmured, "Might have to sneak yer along with me for a cuddle on the way," before gently turning his head to kiss her cheek and whisper, "yer'll be fine...I'll be okay too, I'll come home tonight or in the morning and we'll have a proper cuddle and I'll bring yer a new book to make it up to yer, how does that sound, darlin'?"

"I suppose I can deal with that..." She mumbled softly before turning to gently kiss his cheek in return and pull him closer. She nestled her nose in the crook of his neck as he gently swayed, the tent was quiet and calm, the only sound was both of their breathing.

"Mhm, you're a strong girl...you'll be okay, will you sleep okay though, darlin'?" He murmured softly as he lazily nuzzled his nose into the top of her hair against the parting.

"Probably, I'll try my best...if not you'll just have to come and sleep for a bit when you get home." She replied quietly as he pulled away from the hug for a moment leaving her cold and confused.

He rifled around his little chest of clothing and pulled out a cotton shirt. He wandered back over to her and gently put the balled up shirt into her hands and whispered, "Might help yer get some sleep, honey."

Her cheeks bloomed a dark shade of red as she held the shirt in her hands and just stared blankly at him.

"It...it'll smell me like, ah I don't know...nevermind it was a foolish idea." He mumbled as he reached for the shirt, taking it from her hands sheepishly and tossing it on her bed, "I'll be back tonight, I promise..."

She nodded, opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Dutch shouting theough the tent to Arthur to hirry up.

He sighed and pressed a kiss to her cheek and whispered, "I'll be back in one piece, darlin'...make sure yer fed and get some sleep..."

She nodded softly and pulled him back by his shirt collar. Pulling him down to her height, she pressed her lips to his gently before pulling away to whisper, "Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

Nodding quickly, he pulled away hesitantly and hurried off to catch up with Dutch. Although, he did glance back at the small tent to check she was definitely safe in a way, he had a bad feeling about this but he didn't want to worry her.

"Blessed are the peacemakers..." Micah started ranting on but he tuned him out, more focused on waiting for Dutch to come over for them to head out of camp.

'Back by sunset' he vowed quietly to himself as he fussed over his shire horse to prepare to leave.

Little did he know she was already sat on her bed with her nose against his cotton shirt and inhaling gently, it felt as if it smelt of home. She felt slightly foolish but deep down she knew it was because she needed him, she loved him.

'I'll tell him tonight, when we're in bed...I'll wear the shirt and I'll tell him I love him' She vowed silently to herself before she slipped her dress off and pulled his shirt on, it was cream cotton with little stripes on it and some small, frayed holes.

She lay down in the bed and picked up the book she had been reading to him and curled up against his pillow. Something felt wrong, it was all too distorted and distant...he felt so far away already.

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Late April 1899

He didn't make it home before sunset. He broke his promise to her.

Every night she would sit by the outskirts of camp waiting for him to come home. She wore his shirts every day, going as far as to pull his spare his boots and jacket to sit with Charles on watch.

"Where is he, Charles?" She murmured quietly as she tucked her knees to her chest and held the jacket close to her nose. Her eyes were constantly filled with tears, it had been nearly 3 weeks, not a single letter or any word had reached her.

"Don't know...he wouldn't just leave though," Charles muttered quietly, "He cares too much to just up and leave, don't stress..."

She nodded wordlessly and sniffled, her fingers were dug into the jacket as she inhaled the scent of Arthur that emitted from it.

Pine. Grass. Horses.

Still smelled like him.

"He loves you," Charles murmured, "You know that though..."

She shook her head and replied, "We're friends..."

Charles chuckled and murmured, "Don't be foolish...you love each other, he talks alot...me and John have been betting on it for months."

She blush and scoffed slightly as she buttoned up the jacket gently, as if trying to feel Arthur's arms around her again.

"Really?" She murmured quietly before glancing at Charles. They were good friends, he was quiet and calm just like she was.

Charles nodded, "Talks about you like you're the damn stars, remember the first night you spoke to him he sat in my tent whispering about it all night...made John sit and listen too."

She laughed softly and murmured, "He's my favourite...he's kind, gentle..." Her expression was bashful and shy.

"You're all shy," He's teased softly before murmuring, "He'll come back, he can't sleep without you...we went on a hunting trip just before he left, he sat there in a huff muttering about how you read to him every night...how he can't sleep unless he knows you're okay, how he likes to lay there and stroke your hair...he would die before he would leave you, he's not like that"

"I know," She murmured quietly before adding, "I miss him...a lot, I'm worried too."

"We all are...c'mere," Charles mumbled softly as he lifted his arm to wrap around her shoulders, not with any romantic intention. Just pure understanding and care for her. "Me and John are heading out again tomorrow to scout the area again...we'll find him for you, mousy."

She chuckled softly and whispered, "Just bring him back in one piece, yeah?" as she sniffled softly and wiped her tears on the sleeve of Arthur's jacket.

"Course, now you go get some sleep okay...I'll get Abigail and John to check on you in a bit, okay?" Charles murmured softly as he gently pattered her back for her to clear off to bed.

She sniffled softly and nodded and whispered, "He'll be home soon."

"He'll come home and give you a big kiss..." Charles murmured softly and smirked, a knowing smile on his face. 'Real subtle of you Arthur' she thought to herself, 'told all your friends we snogged a few times'

She just chucked to Charles thought and blushed like a ripe tomato in the heat of summer. Turning away, she walked back to her tent and nestled into bed in Arthur's jacket.

If only she knew she was the only thing getting Arthur through his torture. He was so far, in an O'Driscoll camp...praying he would see his girl again.

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a/n: Hope your all still enjoying the story, we're about to get emotional in the next chapter!! - lots of love for you all who support the fic lmk any improvements or requests 💘

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taglist: @youkeeno @photo1030 @marchsfreakshow @floverisland @krys0210 @jikookby (drop a comment or message me to be added to taglist 💘)

[kieranduffysgirl]

I cannot stop thinking about the sparks live version and how it is just so Arthur and Mary coded like I'm making myself so emotional of this, please someone edit it or something to end my suffering every time I hear it all I hear is 'my dear arthur' :,)

[kieranduffysgirl]

Flowers and the future ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹.

Arthur Morgan x f!reader fluff

a/n: just pure fluff and cuteness, working on next chapter of 'ONE YEAR' but also got lots of studying to be doing, should be out soon but have this as a little snack lovies 💘

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"Honey what kind of flower is this?" You asked softly as you held the pretty purple flowers in your hands, almost like a wedding bouquet.

The wind was soft and gentle, just like your hands and nature. One of the many things that Arthur loved about you, your ability to be so gentle and loving in a world full of so much hurt and anger.

"Tha's an Orchid, sugar." He mumbled bashfully as he took in the vision of you stood there, just as you would stand at the alter in a church. A light, pink blush spread over his cheeks and crept down to the collar of his shirt as he gazed at you.

Admiring you like a work of art, although to him you were a work of art crafted by angels.

"An Orchid?" You repeated softly, he wandered over and started to pick a few more for your little bouquet. He picked up some sweet pea and snow drops too before murmuring, "There you go, darlin'." with a shy smile, like a shy, sweet puppy.

You smiled softly and murmured, "Thank you baby...you're so sweet." Your heart was drumming in your chest and your head felt light.

Arthur Morgan. The gruff, nonchalant outlaw. He was completely soft on you. It was hard to understand why, but it was perfect.

"Only for yer," His voice was just abover a whisper as he wrapped his arms around you and added, "Just practicing making yer bouquet for when we get married, sugar."

"You planning on proposing, hm?" You ask him quietly with a slight giggle as you rest your head on his chest and clutch the flowers close to both of your hearts.

"You'll never know...I'll jump out when you least expect it." He teased dryly with a hint of a smile as he kissed your forehead gently.

"So loving, aren't you honey?" You giggled softly as he kissed your temple again, his lips lingering and his nose nudging yoir hairline gently.

"I do love yer...lots and lots..." He murmured softly, his hands gently rubbing your back before adding, "To the stars and back."

"I love you to the moon and back..." You murmured softly in response as you leant into him cradling the bouquet like a delicate baby, his heart was singing.

All he wanted was to marry you, to make you Mrs Morgan, and the idea of a baby. It made him completely weak.

He sighed contently knowing the woman he wanted to love for the rest of his life was securely in his arms. Little did she know that his mother's wedding ring was tucked away in his jacket pocket, aching to be slid onto her finger.

All he needed was a bit of bravery, for a man who was so burly and strong he was awfully shy when it came to you. The big bad outlaw was like a shy, teenage boy around you, almost vulnerable. It was sweet, and completely puppy love.

He was all yours. You were all his. That was all he needed, he was content, he was safe. His soon to be wife in his arms and a dream of a baby, he felt like a good man, he felt secure. You were his home, his solace, his sweet little love.

[kieranduffysgirl]

ONE YEAR: a collection

pairing: Arthur Morgan x F!reader

summary: An Arthur Morgan fanfic in which he falls for the quiet, sweet, feminine girl in camp whose nose is always in her book as she tries to hide away from the gang. He saved her back in the mountains and had been infatuated since, will her get the girl and have his fairy tale ending or is he merely in his own world and crushing like a lovesick teenager?

They had bought her to the camp and helped her settle in, she faded into the background for most people, but to Arthur she was the focal point of everything.

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, comfort, no tb, gentle and sweet love.

warnings: romance, no tb!au, doesn't follow main storyline but mentions certain characters, locations and missions.

a/n: individual on each chapter but overall fluff, eventual smut?? (will label, mdni), slow burn, trauma, kidnapping, prostitution mentioned, alcohol, miscommunication, f!reader, no TB au, rdr2 references eg, locations and characters but does not follow the storyline of the game for purposes of the plot.

ONE YEAR -> chapters

-> blurbs

-> moodboards

-> playlist

divider: @cursed-carmine