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meeting people on reddit is so funny because it'll be like them asking "wyd?" and i'm like "witchcraft" and they're like "oh you do witchcraft?" and i'm like "yeah i'm a psychic thru my dad's side of the family" and they're like "oh nice" and i leave them on read because wtf else do i say, but then they text me again like "i'm doing coke" and i go "oh nice" and none of us questions the other one because this is reddit

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people on tiktok are wild cus wdym they mad at me for not using big words to articulate my comment oh my god i'm sorry i speak like 4 languages and don't care for shakespeare-esque english IN A TIKTOK COMMENT SECTION OH MY GOD YOU PEOPLE ARE BRAINROTTED HOLY SHIT

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i love this omg

Demon Days

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Hello I hope you are well I am writing to ask you for a request about Arthur Morgan noticing a nun reader, where they meet while he and Dutch's gang robbed a bank, where Arthur without knowing why now goes more often to a small church only to find her, it is very interesting this kind of interaction of outlaw x nun, something that in fact is not even seen almost I hope you read my request thank you 😘😘😘😘

heyyy sorry i took so long i hope you didn't forget ahahah it's here :3

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Benediction for the damned

arthur morgan x nun!reader

summary: arthur is wounded during a bank robbery but a young nun helps save him. despite their differences, he finds himself drawn back to the church week after week.

words count: 2k

all pics from pinterest

no spoilers as this is my fanfiction and i do whatever i want so i changed the canon a lil so no canon deaths pls dont beat me up for not caring about canon here

a/n: this was requested, thank you!! <3 sorry if some religious terms aren't correct, i wasn't familiar with them in english but tried my best (i hope the nun house is actually called a monastery)

It was supposed to be the last big score, as Dutch had said. Dangerous, but supposedly worth it. Saint Denis was the richest city in the gang’s proximity. The only city, truly, since all the bridges they had burnt behind led to smaller towns. Meanwhile Saint Denis was something new, something great. As great as Dutch thought his plan was.

Arthur didn’t have any good feelings about it. Quite the opposite, he knew the gang’s leader was making moves without thinking them through. Money was his only motive, but he didn’t realize just how stupid robbing the Saint Denis bank was. It wasn’t a silly little livestock town like Valentine. It had the police on every corner, the bank was guarded well.

But they did it anyway, because in Dutch’s mind if you weren’t with him, you were against him. Like any other job it was fast and brutal, except this one was also loud and must’ve killed like half of the policemen. Nothing beat Blackwater, but this was a close second.

As the gang tried to flee, Arthur’s gaze caught someone. A woman, dressed in a black and white habit. A nun, her hair was covered by the religious veil. Her eyes locked with Arthur’s for a moment, and he could see she wasn’t afraid. There was an eerie calmness in her gaze that made the man feel at the same time tranquil and uneasy.

Then, the sound of a gunshot cut through the air. Just as the gang thought they had dealt with all the police, that they had enough time to run.

John shot the officer who fired that bullet. Then, he turned to Arthur. “Your shoulder, Morgan!”

Adrenaline was running high in Arthur’s body, he didn’t feel the bullet that hit him. He pressed a palm to the spot, and when he looked at it, it was red. That was when he started to feel it. He staggered back a step, the red soaking through his shirt faster than he could comprehend.

“Arthur!” Charles’ voice rang out.

John said impatiently, “We gotta move. The whole city is about to come down on us!”

“I’m fine, let’s go,” Arthur ordered, pressing his hand onto the wound. He hoped it would suppress the bleeding, but it actually didn’t help much.

They barely knew the city, hell, they didn’t know it at all. That was when, surprisingly, the nun played her part. Who would’ve expected a person like her, a woman who dedicated her life to the Father in Heaven, to help a bunch of lowlife criminals?

“That’s what God expects of us all,” the woman said when John pointed out the absurdity of the situation. “Feed the hungry, dress the naked, and treat the wounded. Apparently.” She gave a friendly laugh.

As she tended to the wound, she didn’t look away for a moment. It seemed as if that wasn’t the first time she’d been in such position.

As the nun took care of Arthur, the rest of the men looked around. The nun had led them into a small monastery, and now they were in her room. It wasn’t spacious, but it seemed bigger than it was since the only furniture was a bed and a wardrobe. And a big wooden crucifix above the head of the bed, from which Jesus seemed to stare at the scene in front of Him.

The nun continued, not moving her attention from Arthur. “We have a room for people who need recovering, but I’m afraid I can’t hide criminals.”

“What criminals, miss?” Dutch chimed in using his persuasive mode, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on the woman.

“You’re not gonna tell me your guns started shooting on their own when the four of you just happened to visit the bank, are you?”

For a moment the room was dead silent. That one nun could’ve been better at catching criminals than the whole police department in Saint Denis.

Arthur looked at the woman. Not too long, he didn’t want her to think he’s staring. But she was really close, almost done with cleaning his wound. That must’ve been the first time Arthur had seen a nun so close.

Her touch felt different. To a guilty man like Arthur, it was almost as if God had touched him through her. And it didn’t even hurt, she was so gentle as if the wound was already healing solely thanks to her touch.

Then her gaze drifted upwards, to his face, and their eyes met. She felt her face heating up and took a few steps back. “O-okay, it’s uh clean,” she stammered, now reaching for a bandage, “let me just… wrap it. So it doesn’t get dirty and infected.”

Tending to wounds in places that required the person to remove their shirt wasn’t something the young nun wasn’t used to. It happened more often than one could expect. But right in that moment, she suddenly became ridiculously aware that the man in front of her was, in fact, shirtless.

Arthur looked away, and spoke after clearing his throat, “So, where did you learn all this?”

The nun focused on wrapping the bandage, but her hands hesitated for a second before she answered. “Here,” she said, “people in this part of the city come to us when they have no money for a doctor. Factory workers with crushed hands, cut fingers, children with fevers, women who— you know, it gets bad sometimes. Worse than a bullet wound.”

Arthur’s jaw clenched against the sting of the cloth pulling tight across his shoulder. “You’re a real life saint, sister.”

She smiled at the compliment.

“I don’t think we’ve ever caught your name.”

“It’s Y/n.”

“Well, thank you for patchin’ me up, sister Y/n.”

“It’s nothing. You need rest, you can stay here for a few more hours, but… you won’t be safe here.”

Dutch gave the woman one of his rehearsed smiles. “Don’t you worry, sister. We won’t overstay our welcome.”

Arthur left Saint Denis with the others, shoulder stiff and throbbing beneath the nun’s bandages. She even managed to give him some bandages for later when he needs to change it. But ever since they left the monastery and sneaked out of the city, Arthur couldn’t help but wonder. Was the nun just in the right place at the right time, was it just a coincidence?

Or was it some higher power watching over him? Watching over his rotten, criminal soul even if he didn’t deserve it? Throughout his life, Arthur had done more bad than good. Hurt people, stole from them, killed. He didn’t deserve luck. If God was real, he didn’t deserve His mercy.

Days later, when his wound got better and the dust in the city had settled, Arthur rode to Saint Denis. Why? Because it was dangerous and he was stupid. He should’ve kept away from the city, but some strange invisible string kept pulling him in.

He started thinking, maybe the whole faith thing wasn’t entirely senseless. Maybe the concept of religion wasn’t entirely foolish. He had been an atheist his whole life, but ever since he encountered the nun, his belief system started to shift. His mind started giving him ideas he wasn’t familiar with. Like, what would happen if he were to attend a mass?

So he did. One Sunday, he rode to the city again. Told the gang he needed to run some errands, maybe stock up on ammo or buy some supplies. But instead, he hitched his horse near the church. He saw people gather for the mass, women in elegant dresses, men in their suits.

Among all these people, he saw her. The nun who helped him. Her face was so soft and kind, as if she didn’t carry the burden of saving people’s lives every day. Arthur considered talking to her. Maybe even ask her if it’s okay for him to attend a mass.

But the first time he didn’t. He watched as everyone entered the church and the giant door closed. Soon after that, solemn music started to sound from the inside, someone playing the pipe organ. The whole mass had passed, and Arthur spent all this time listening from the outside.

The next Sunday, he was there again. Once again, he didn’t dare step a foot inside the church. He came later, when the mass had already started. That time he planned to approach the nun after, he even bought some things he thought she might need.

“Oh, you’re the man, who—” she noticed when he approached her.

He didn’t let her finish, making sure she wouldn’t say too much for someone to overhear. “Yes, and I don’t think I can help you enough.”

“Don’t, I told you this is my life, this is my calling. This is what God wanted me to do.”

“If you don’t mind, I have some supplies you might need. You know, for the people you help. Maybe for yourself too, if you’re willing to accept it. It’s all on my horse, let me escort you back to the monastery.”

“This is mighty kind of you, sir.”

Arthur shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck like he wasn’t used to handing out kindness. “Ain’t much. Just some bread, some canned food, some cloth, couple of bottles of medicine. Figured you might need it.”

Y/n’s smile seemed to help his nerves settle. “I knew you were a good man.”

When they reached the monastery, Y/n accepted the sack of goods with a murmured blessing, setting it aside for other sisters to divide. Then she turned back to him. “This is the second time I saw you outside the church.”

“Ah, well,” he took a moment to find it in him to be honest, “I wanted to see how this whole… religion thing is done over here.”

“Why didn’t you come inside, then?”

“Don’t you think I’d stand out a little bit, sister?” He joked, but it was obvious what he was hinting at.

The people who attended church, he saw them, he observed them. Polished gentlemen and poised ladies, dressed in the best clothes probably shipped from Europe. Clean, quiet, knew how to behave at church, grew up knowing how to pray. Despite his curiosity, Arthur would feel like an elephant in a china shop among all these people.

The nun laughed, but spoke honestly. “We’re all equal in God’s eyes. He doesn’t ask where you’ve been, He asks where you’re going.”

Somehow, Y/n managed to encourage Arthur to actually come in next Sunday. He stood there during the mass, right next to her so that he could mimic whatever gestures she was making, kneel at the right time, and say the right things.

This became a regular thing. Every Sunday the man would attend the mass. After, the nun invited him to the monastery and each time he’d stay for longer. He always brought something with him whether it was food, medicine, blankets or even candles.

Eventually he even started agreeing to stay and eat a meal with her. It quickly became his favorite part of the week. Simple bread and stew at a wooden table, but the peace of it felt like a world away from the life he was living.

They were so different yet felt like they’ve known each other for years. Arthur didn’t even know what to call their bond. A friendship? Maybe, but it felt like a strange term. A nun and an outlaw, friends. Maybe the label wasn’t the most important thing. What truly mattered was that for a few stolen hours, he could sit across from her and forget the blood on his hands and the sins that trailed him everywhere he went.

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YOU GOT A MAN?? AN ANGEL LOST HER WINGS 💔

i met him in 2023 when he was in poland for erasmus and he was weirdly kind and affectionate and i was in a situationship w the israeli guy and recently obsessed w the guy who took my vcard, so i had been rejecting him for 2 years and now we're texting again :((( he was in some situationship too but told me it's finished now, but he can't come to me until he's proven not guilty cus he was taken to jail for a few days some time ago and yknow these things take time but he is innocent so it's a matter of time

we're texting sm and i'm smitten with him and he's so nice to me :(((( i'm not used to guys being nice to me

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You okay queen? 😭 Why no fics for so long?

i currently write a fanfic im sorry bestie :((( barely using my phone lately, back to poland soon tho might be gone for a moment in september too tho cus i might go see my huzz in turkey cus he's on a travel ban

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thanks for all the likes reblogs and follows guys i promise im working on a fanfic (nun reader, requested) i promise i'm still active

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today marks 23 years in this flesh prison of mine why oh why am I so old I've been having a midlife crisis for the past 3 years

anyway the song of the day is

but still this because i'm mentally a teenage girl

also an anon sent me a very interesting fanfic idea where reader is a nun... i'm not saying anything but don't be surprised if i write it

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omg nobody talk to me i am mourning pete davidson is having a baby 💔💔 that was supposed to be me that's my man i been dating him in my head for years

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utterly ashamed of not having written anything not even a silly little fanfic draft but spent some time at my family's rancho and it gave me an idea for a ranch hand javier x rancher's daughter reader, besties how do we feel about it?? also downloaded like 10h of music on my spotify and this new jessie murph album gave me an idea for an arthur x age gap housewife reader but i see everyone hating on 1965 because of that slap slap line

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btw in a few days i'm going back to the fatherland aka the place that birthed my daddy issues (literally) so idk how active i'll be cus i'm not taking my laptop BUT i'll probs write some fanfic on the way on my phone so

but i haaaaate long flights i'm so scared of getting blood clots from not moving enough and i hate using plane toilets pls just teleport me

live laugh love mexico

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Calm for a moment

arthur morgan x reader

summary: during sean's return celebration you get a little tipsy, which also means needy in your dictionary. so you and your horny mind try to lure arthur into a night of passion. this doesn't go as expected.

wc: 2k

all pics from pinterest

a/n: first time in a long time attempting to write something soft!! chilling with the sad/angsty/dark stuff for once!!

The gang had finally left Colter behind and for now settled in Horseshoe Overlook. Of course you would’ve been a fool if you had believed to have peace. Sean was still taken by the bounty hunters, and there was talk of rescuing him. You, being you, insisted on participating, and others knew better than telling you no. Even your poor Arthur, probably more worried about you than his own life, didn’t argue.

“Are you sure?” He’d asked, trying to talk you out of it. “I mean, we’re basically going back to Blackwater. Maybe you don’t necessarily wanna go back there after—”

You didn’t let him finish. “I’m a grown woman, Arthur.”

“You’re my woman.” He paused, as if not believing he said it out loud. “And I think it’s too dangerous for you.”

He could talk, but you wouldn’t have listened. You never did. You were stubborn, always had been. Maybe that was part of why he loved you so damn much. It was a contradiction, the thing he hated about you, was exactly what made him fall for you.

It was messy. Did you nearly die? Yeah, more than once, and Arthur was definitely going to give you a talk about it later on. You could tell by the way he barely spoke anything all the way back to camp. It was always like this, you were reckless, he was upset about it, but a kiss (or something more) from you was enough to make him forget it.

That was your plan also this time.

The gang decided to celebrate Sean’s safe return. It was going to be a long night, filled with music and lots of drinks. And who were you to say no to drinking when Karen asked? However, her attention shortly averted to Sean, something he whispered into her ear. You had an idea of what could’ve been so important that Karen just couldn’t wait to disappear somewhere with him.

So, you took a look around, quickly spotting your own man. Every time you drank alcohol it gave you this sixth sense of knowing exactly where to find him, as you happened to be a little more… needy every time you drank.

You smiled, approaching Arthur. “You mad?”

He looked up, as he was sitting on a rock. “No,” he said. “Just still not used to you bein’ so… careless sometimes.”

You put your hands on your hips. “That’s a yes then.” You walked closed, standing between his legs.”You don’t like the way I do things,” you continued, taking his face in your hands, “but you sure do like it when I apologize afterwards.”

“You couldn’t be more right, darlin’, but you’re drunk.”

You pouted your lips seductively. “Not drunk. Just tipsy enough to…” you did that little trick where your gaze momentarily dropped to his lips, “do anything you ask me to.”

“You tryin’ to get yourself in trouble?”

“Already did, now I’m waiting for the punishment.”

Arthur gulped, looking away. Seeing the effect you had on him, you leaned in and started placing kisses on his neck. Kisses so soft your lips barely brushed his skin, the kind you knew worked on him every time. The dangerous kind, that nearly got you pregnant a few times in the past.

Arthur finally broke the silence, his voice low. “You’d do anythin’ I want, hm?”

“Anything,” you confirmed.

“Alright,” he said, suddenly standing and grabbing your hand. “Let’s go.”

You blinked, thrown off for a second about how easily you got what you wanted. “Now we’re talking.”

Without any more unnecessary words, Arthur led you to your shared tent. You passed your fellow gang members who knew exactly what was about to happen between the two of you. Your heart was racing when Arthur pulled the flap aside, letting you in first like the gentleman he absolutely was not about to be.

With your back turned to Arthur, you attempted to undo the buttons in your blouse. He stepped behind you, so close it gave you goosebumps, making you think he’s about to help you. He leaned down to kiss the side of your neck, and you let your eyes close and head fall back against him due to the pleasure.

“Arthur…” you almost moaned, so ready for what always came next.

You let him handle you, and he dragged you to the bed, gently laying you on it. Then, he took the spot behind you. “Turn around,” he commanded in that voice that always got you worked up when you were a few drinks in.

“I still have my pants on,” you mumbled, despite obeying his order.

“I know.”

You felt his big, warm body press against your back. You expected his hand to go to the buttons of your pants, but that didn’t happen. Your mind and body were so ready for it, but instead Arthur’s arm sneaked around your waist, cuddling you closer into him.

You questioned it. “Arthur…?”

“You said you’d do anything I want, didn’t you?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I wanna hold you.”

“But Arthur!” You wined, arching your back into him. “I’m so damn needy for you, and all you wanna do is hold me?”

“I was worried sick about you today and I don’t feel like fuckin’.”

You huffed. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am,” he mumbled into your hair, “now shut up and let me hold you.”

You tried to hate him for it, the tension in the lower part of your body certainly wasn’t leaving anytime soon. It was screaming for more. Your body was prepared to take him, and you were desperate to make it happen.

You wiggled. “Will you at least let me suck it?”

He chuckled. “You’re relentless. But the answer’s still no.”

“You’re evil.”

“I know, but I need you to be a good girl for me.”

A whine left your mouth again at these words. It took a few more seconds of grumbling and pouting, but eventually, your body started to give in. It wasn’t the night you’d imagined, but there was something better in the quiet of it all.

Soon enough, the whole world outside the tent went silent. It was just the two of you. All that remained was the calm beat of Arthur’s heart against your back and the warmth of being held by someone who loved you just enough to say no. Sure, you were still painfully needy, but being held like this was something you might’ve needed more than sex at that moment.

And then you drifted off. Sexually frustrated, but emotionally loved.

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You to girl, proud of you. 😌💗

thank you ily <3

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just got my bachelor's in classical studies ✌️😽 guess i'm a classist now or something

i really need to start taking my life more seriously cus i'm defending my thesis in 2h, i didn't study at all, didn't even re-read my thesis, all i prepared is my outfit and 3 merci chocolate boxes to give each professor after the defence, and i'm a lil hungover lol pray for me

i plan to pass it with the highest grade and then be back to writing fanfics asap

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i really need to start taking my life more seriously cus i'm defending my thesis in 2h, i didn't study at all, didn't even re-read my thesis, all i prepared is my outfit and 3 merci chocolate boxes to give each professor after the defence, and i'm a lil hungover lol pray for me

i plan to pass it with the highest grade and then be back to writing fanfics asap

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my face rn because i was today years old when i learnt what sloppy seconds mean

i thought it's for when your shitty ex gets in a relationship with someone new and you're like "ew they're dating my sloppy seconds" NO IT'S NOT, IT HAS A DEEPER MEANING THAT I WAS PAINFULLY UNAWARE OF