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Idk what this is lol I hate it but something quick because I’m crayyyyzyyyy about him…………….. (no warnings)

It was a successful robbery.

Too successful, too easy, it might as well have been a set up.

But life was too difficult for the gang for you to frown on it. You’ll think of it later.

Right now, you had heaps of money. More than enough to go around with no one on your tail.

No one but Arthur.

He watched you laugh. That infectious laugh of yours that pulls on the ends of his lips and the strings of his heart. The sight of Rhodes shrunk more and more as the both of you rode further. Deers galloped away, clearing the road ahead as he remained entranced by the bounce of your hair.

“Let’s race!” You called over your shoulder, hands gripping the reins. It was the adrenaline, the joy of a job well done. You were smiling so much, your face hurt. “3, 2, 1, go!”

“Hey- how’s that fair?” He yelled out, laughing anyway, quickly spurring his horse. Hearing him complain tickled you so much, your stomach ached from chortling. There’s always this feeling when it came to him. Childlike, curious.

You were having so much fun in fact, that you didn’t see the snake that slithered by. With a loud whinny, your horse reared and sent you falling on your back.

Hell, did it hurt.

But somehow, you find it in yourself to chuckle, groaning right after when you felt the familiar spike of pain on your sides that followed. Damn that horse. You love her though.

“You alright?” You heard Arthur shout, almost forgetting he’s there.

Your good mood got the best of you and you decided to play dead.

The clacking of hooves grew louder, sounding even faster than when he raced you. You could hear strings of swear words fall out of his mouth as he nears and you almost regret pranking him. Almost. The guilt unfortunately wasn’t as big as your interest to see his reaction.

You were tempted to peek upon the sound of him jumping off his horse and running. It was just a casual fall off a horse, nothing new. Well to be fair, you were acting dead.

There was shuffling on grass, warm calloused hands on your cheeks. You stilled your movements to further convince.

But when he said your name? Once.

Twice, laced with urgency. Trembling?

You had to flutter your eyes open though the sun was no longer as blinding. Like an eclipse, he was blocking it.

Arthur.

Arthur, the most scared you’ve ever seen him. Pale. Dilated pupils when he saw you wake.

Arthur with hair ending in soft wisps that looked like they fade under the sun.

Arthur who’s all muscle and force but gently held your face.

“Oh, I thought-” he exhaled, head dropped. With another deep breath, “Christ..”

Arthur who smelled like cigarettes when he sighed. Strong features softening whenever he smiled.

Arthur whose eyes just landed on your lips then back up your eyes, hands stiff in place.

Your fingers found his knuckles with the softness of a butterfly’s wings. You leaned forward before holding back.

But he met you halfway.

With the quickening of your heart, the click of a safe’s code figured out in your head, you realized as you kissed him, here in Scarlett Meadows, March 6th, 1899.

That you are in love with Arthur Morgan.

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