#saint denis rdr2

[ghosttownoutwest]

What?

[bigirononhishipp]

Saint Denis

[moved2fshfish]

always thinking about micahs white suit in this mission

[arthursfuckinghat]

There's a specific ache in my heart that eats at me every time I go into the Tumbleweed stables and see Silver Dollar, Branwen, Gwydion, Boaz and Ennis there.

Part of me knows it's just a fun bonus for the players to be able to buy some of the gang members' horses, but the other part of me aches because of how much the gang members loved their horses and aren't around to love them anymore.

[cowgirlcasanova]

riding horseback through saint denis is like a game of russian roulette.

am i gonna turn a corner a little too quick and accidentally trample a few people? GUESS ILL FIND OUT!

[f1zzlest1ckzz]

literally the start of chapter 4

[daisydood]

why does no one talk about arthur grieving hosea. the whiplash from hoseas death to guarma to tuberculosis its like everyone forgot omusdgfg arthur was so miserable im sobbing

[roamingtigress]

Hosea couldn't keep his eyes off of him on Hosea Fucks Friday :3

[millesaniclaim]

arthur morgan. audience participation at the théâtre râleur

[posich]

i hate saint denis.

[big-boah-2]

RDR2 Scenery 📷

[dutchieliciousplans]

Can Dutch kindly just slip and fall while land his ass on my face 🤤🥵

[arthursfuckinghat]

"He saved my life and I could not save his"

Kieran Duffy - Scarlett Meadows

[meowdious]

dutch's favorite fruit 😆

[isopodcowboy]

Avoiding getting tuberculosis by hunting legendary fish gotta be my favorite part of the game trust

[alligator-tearzz]

Just for Fun - Javier Escuella

A month ago I complained about the lack of Javier fics. I decided to just write one myself hehe. I haven't written a fanfic/ oneshot since i was like 16 and now I'm almost 23 so forgive me if it seems weird!

Synopsis After chasing up a lead with Arthur, Javier decides to check out a saloon in Saint Denis and unwind. He didn't expect for anyone to catch his eye that night, nor did he expect them to catch his heart either. Yet there he was, eagerly awaiting their next interaction. Tags/warnings ig gender not implied, implied sex worker, mentions of alcohol consumption.

Words - 870

The air was heavy with smoke and chatter. The lights were dim, and the ladies were bright. Javier didn’t expect to find himself at such a fancy saloon in Saint Denis on this humid summer night, yet there he was, sitting at a table by himself, whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other. He had surveyed the main floor plenty of times since he claimed his spot. Nothing has really piqued his interest. It was all the same to him. Chatty, boisterous, balding white men with handlebar moustaches, beautiful women, batting their lashes and boasting their bosoms, enticing men to fall into their warm embrace (and their warm beds), and a loud, irritating woman sitting on a couch in the corner by the bar, yelling about God knows what. Javier leaned back in his chair, raising his glass to his lips. His eyes fluttered shut at the harshness of the liquor that coated his throat. He put out the last small bit of his cigar in the ashtray on the table. He had stumbled into this bar after meeting up with someone who provided what seemed to be a very promising lead. A train, full of rich business owners, was soon to depart Saint Denis. Rolling through a quiet, vacant countryside on the way to its destination, it was ripe for the taking.  Along with Arthur, Javier grabbed the very chair he was sitting in now, ordered a glass of whiskey, and drank. Him and Arthur had quietly talked over the details, hoping Dutch would approve. After an hour, when the sun had tucked itself to bed and the streets of Saint Denis lit up, Arthur had decided to go back to Shady Belle. Now 4 glasses deep, Javier was only just starting to feel tipsy. His tolerance was quite high, so he had the luxury of still being level-headed. That was, until he saw someone descending down the staircase. 

In Javier’s eyes, they almost seemed like they were descending down the stairs from Heaven. They had a bright, innocent glow to them, despite their vacant expression. The clothes they were wearing fit as if they had hired the world’s best tailor specifically for them. Javier had the overwhelming urge to get up, and maybe it was the liquor fueling him, but he did just that. He even took a few steps forward, too. The chatty, boisterous men curiously gazed at him. Not too much that it was a problem, but just enough that he knew he was acting weird. The mysterious person who had descended down the stairs caught his eye, and they tilted their head slightly, like a confused puppy. The corners of their mouth turned up ever so slightly as they took in Javier’s features.

His dark hair, tied back, letting his facial features shine. His disconnected beard, his dark, yet warm gaze, the scar on his eyebrow that made him seem intimidating but to them, it made him seem ever the more enticing. They let themselves descend the stairs more, finally hitting the floor of the saloon and slowly walking over to him. They met each other halfway.

Javier took their hand in his, then raised it to his lips for a kiss, staring directly into their eyes.

“It’s… a pleasure to meet you, I’m Javier” He started, in his low voice, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

The mysterious person lightly chuckled, their cheeks starting to burn red. They lowered their gaze to the ground, overcome by a sudden onset of insecurity. Javier’s eyes seemed to burn straight through them. “I just started work here… you’re the first man to talk to me.” They admitted, with their gaze still lowered. Javier was elated. It was as if someone had walked right up to him and handed him $1000. He was the first man to talk to them? Mother Mary herself must have hand picked him to be blessed by this person’s presence.

Under the dim lights of the saloon, the person locked eyes with Javier again. A fiery passion seemed to be dancing in their eyes, and Javier had the feeling that they were feeling the same way about him. “What’s your name?” He asked, looking them up and down intensely, as if they weren’t real, as if they would disappear as soon as he blinked. 

“Cress.” 

“Would you like to join me for a drink, Cress?”

“I would love to, Javier.”

And with that, Cress and Javier sat down at the table Javier had originally sat at. Both with glasses of whiskey, Cress had a taste for hard liquor, and both with wide smiles on their faces as they chatted the night away.

Javier hadn’t felt this way about a person since he’d left Mexico, with blood on his hands and shards of his heart in the sand. The closer he got to Cress, the more he felt like he was back at home, with someone who understood him inside and out, with someone who let him give himself and gave back more. 

Tonight was the first of many nights that Javier had met up with Cress.

He was determined to meet for many more nights to come.