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You and Arthur celebrate after a successful job. He won't stop prodding you about your personal life, so finally you break down and admit that you're sweet on him.
Sort of continuing series, maybe?
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06 Jul 2026
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After losing your best friend in the Blackwater Massacre, the only thing on your mind is finding Dutch Van Der Linde. Galvanized by revenge, you become a bounty hunter, stopping at nothing to get justice for Heidi McCourt. But then everything changes when you meet a blue-eyed outlaw.
No use of 'y/n', female reader, will eventually include smut. Canon compliant (until it's not).
This fic will be updated weekly on Sundays! Tags will be updated as well as the story progesses.
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- Part 1 of Let Me Love You Anyway
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- English
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16 Feb 2026
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Just a quiet collection of domestic moments shared in a remote forest cabin with a wanted man you happened to find bleeding in your kitchen. Somewhere between shared breakfasts, sketches in a worn journal, and the intimate hush of the woods, the dangerous stranger slowly begins to feel less like a guest and more like a husband you never planned on having.
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17 Mar 2026
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A fic based off the song “ivy” by Taylor Swift. After a startling introduction to the man, Arthur Morgan became the most important part of your life. Married at a young age to an older, wealthy man to help your family, you were trapped in a loveless marriage, your only sense of escape with the rugged cowboy. Will you be able to keep your affair hidden, or will your husband find out, and destroy the last thing that made you happy?
Bookmarked by chipsandish
30 Mar 2026
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tonight i'll be staying here with you by natsuonii
Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
07 Dec 2025
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“I’ll take the floor,” he says, leaning against the dresser and rubbing the towel carelessly over his hair.
You stand, crossing your arms over your chest, “Like hell you will, Arthur.”
“Well, I ain’t lettin’ you sleep on the ground.”
“Arthur.”
He huffs your name with the same exasperation.
You huff and drop back down to sit on the bed, hands in your lap, “Can’t we just share?”
Arthur blinks, stops drying his hair, “Really?”
Bookmarked by chipsandish
25 Jun 2026