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#achanceofforgiveness - a Red Dead Redemption blog featuring canon and OC muses. Written by L.M. (she/they pronouns), a geriatric millennial who loves Red Dead Redemption. Please read the rules before following.
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1914.
Nineteen-year-old Jack Marston hadn't wiped away the dirt from his hands after burying the last member of his family when he decided it was time to hunt down the man responsible for ruining his life. Revenge weighed heavily on his mind. Even when he did his best to take care of the ranch, along with his ailing mother, there was no way Edgar Ross would get away with murdering his father. Hell, it went beyond his father.
The government chased them like rats for years. When everyone thought he was too little to remember, Jack recalled the constant running, the fear that rattled his little body, always having to look over his shoulder, and never knowing when he'd suddenly be taken away from everyone he loved. The Pinkerton Agency never stopped with their pursuit. One by one, members of the gang his family rode with fell. When they tried to change their lives, the government wouldn't leave them well alone. They didn't believe in change. They only wanted stone-cold justice. Jack still had nightmares of seeing his father's lifeless, bullet riddled body on the ground outside the barn. They killed him like a diseased animal, despite everything he'd done for them, what they forced him to do.
There was nothing left for him at Beecher's Hope. The ranch barely had any crops. There were few livestock. Jack struggled to maintain it while trying to care for his dying mother. Everything fell apart with his father's death. It'd been the beginning of the end. There was simply no turning back.
After saying a silent goodbye to the graves of his mother, father, and Uncle, Jack mounted his horse and made his way to Blackwater under the dreary, early morning skies. If information about Agent Ross were to be found, the city would be a good place to start searching. And if Ross happened to be there, maybe he wouldn't have to wait long to put a bullet between his eyes.
NAME: Jack Marston
FACE CLAIM: Ben Robson
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CANON: Jack has a weary outlook towards life, due to the many losses he experienced, and also suffers from depression. He makes fun of people whom he finds unbearable, because he simply has no patience for them. Jack constantly beats himself up for not being able to do more for his family when they were still alive. His grief hardened him into a gunslinger, the very thing that his loved ones didn't want him to become.
AU: Jack is a kind and respectable young man who enjoys reading and expanding his knowledge. Even as a young man, he wishes to prove his worth to his father, whom he greatly admires. His wish is to one day become a published author.
Adult Jack Marston
Jack starts writing what will eventually become his book, Red Dead, in his late teens. As a way to cope with the losses during his childhood, he is gifted a journal from Blackwater. Reading through the writings of both Arthur and John, he creates a fictionalized story of what took place during his tumultuous life. At some point, he finds himself traveling to New York City, where he personally submits his manuscript to an established publishing house.
Since he has no direct family, and having killed Edgar Ross, he is eventually tracked down for the murder. He's given two choices: serve in the army, or go to prison. Jack survives his stint in war, due to his upbringing in the gang and then some.
Post WWI, Jack returns to what is left of Beecher's Hope, and rebuilds it from the ground up with the money he’s earned from both his book sales and the army. It’s during this time that he meets the love of his life, and down the road, starts a family of his own.
He becomes a rather quiet man who doesn’t bring up his past around his children and grandchildren, but spoils them rotten. He wants to provide them with the things that he didn't receive growing up.
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄* ( 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 )
Writing / roleplay prompts based on lyrics collected from various songs released by Red Velvet. ( Part one here. )
tw: slight suggestive content
❝ I haven't done anything. ❞
❝ How is it already 3 o'clock? ❞
❝ The sun is teasing us. ❞
❝ I'm getting goosebumps. ❞
❝ It's just the two of us and the white sands. ❞
❝ I want to make a wish. ❞
❝ Every moment feels like a gift I've been waiting for. ❞
❝ They told me about you. ❞
❝ They say you like to be alone. ❞
❝ You're even more charming. ❞
❝ I came to you out of curiosity. ❞
❝ They all say you're a bit difficult. ❞
❝ If they knew you more, they wouldn't say that. ❞
❝ Am I moving too fast? ❞
❝ Where did you come from? ❞
❝ We've become unrecognizably close. ❞
❝ You smile every time you see me. ❞
❝ Do you feel the same way as me? ❞
❝ Will you tell me? ❞
❝ I think I've changed, too. ❞
❝ I can't believe I'm being this honest. ❞
❝ You're on my mind a lot these days. ❞
❝ You're an honest person. ❞
❝ I want to know you. ❞
❝ Are you gonna keep this up? ❞
❝ My nerves are on edge. ❞
❝ You're shattering my peace. ❞
❝ We're just friends. ❞
❝ You make me wonder, what does that make me? ❞
❝ You keep crossing the line. ❞
❝ You always come and annoy me. ❞
❝ I won't ever fall for those empty words again. ❞
❝ You're gonna be punished. ❞
❝ I'm gonna get in trouble at this rate. ❞
❝ I can't hide it, I like you. ❞
❝ I see my reflection in your eyes. ❞
❝ If you play, I fight back. ❞
❝ I'll show you who's in control. ❞
❝ I know how to make the devil cry. ❞
❝ I shot another bad boy down. ❞
❝ I'll tell you what you wanna hear. ❞
❝ This ain't a fair fight. ❞
❝ You're gonna know what it feels like, to be free and open your mind. ❞
❝ It's only a matter of time. ❞
❝ I think you should know that I’m not like all the others. ❞
❝ I’ll make you fall to your knees. ❞
❝ My head is filled only with thoughts of him. ❞
❝ He's too bad, you'll get hurt. ❞
❝ Who can stop me? ❞
❝ If I like it, I'll go for it. ❞
❝ I'll try to tame you. ❞
❝ Do it your way, I'll allow it. ❞
❝ You're too good to give to someone else. ❞
❝ Look, I love you. ❞
❝ Anybody would fall for you. ❞
❝ You're bad for me. ❞
❝ No one else makes me smile the way you do. ❞
❝ You're like a sweet dream. ❞
❝ These feelings are hard to control at times. ❞
❝ I think I’m already drunk. ❞
❝ What was that feeling that overcame me? ❞
❝ I like this feeling, come closer. ❞
❝ You’re so good to me. ❞
❝ I can't hide it, I want you. ❞
❝ I can definitely be rougher. ❞
❝ I’m on another level. ❞
❝ Don’t meddle with your meaningless words. ❞
❝ Can you move? I’m busy. ❞
❝ I won’t be shaken, I trust myself. ❞
❝ Shhh . . . did you hear that? ❞
❝ Oh, don’t be scared. ❞
❝ A sweet coffee? Or maybe just strawberry milk? ❞
❝ I like tastes that take me by surprise. ❞
❝ I wish my life would be like a family in a sitcom. ❞
❝ What's wrong with different? ❞
❝ Sugarcoated words are bad for you. ❞
❝ Whichever path I take, I’m still me. ❞
❝ I want to be new every day. ❞
❝ Save your regrets for after you have a taste. ❞
❝ I can feel your eyes on me. ❞
❝ Can you hear my heart? ❞
❝ You’re the one I want. ❞
❝ What should I do with you? ❞
❝ I don't play games. ❞
❝ You keep me wrapped around your finger. ❞
❝ We're in a very weird and strange relationship. ❞
❝ We’ll fight like it's our last. ❞
❝ We make each other shine like the moon and the river. ❞
❝ Yeah, we're a little weird. ❞
❝ A guilty bite, huh? ❞
❝ Don't run away from me! ❞
❝ I want to make you jealous. ❞
❝ I don't know my heart anymore. ❞
❝ I'm so curious about you. ❞
❝ The dreams we had together were beautiful. ❞
❝ It doesn't look that bad. ❞
❝ What are you thinking about? ❞
❝ If you want to hold me, tell me. ❞
❝ This is a moment I've dreamed about a lot. ❞
❝ Put your thoughts away for a while. ❞
❝ You’re blushing; it’s pretty. ❞
❝ No matter how hard I try, it doesn't work out. ❞
❝ Would you like to get in this car right now? ❞
❝ We want the same thing. ❞
❝ I'm warning you, you should be careful. ❞
❝ I hope you're different from them. ❞
❝ You're falling for me aren't you? ❞
❝ Look at me with your eyes. ❞
❝ You are surprising. ❞
❝ You're coming closer. ❞
❝ I don't care what anyone says; this is who I am. ❞
❝ I feel I am not myself. ❞
❝ You’re hot, baby. ❞
❝ In my heart, we already have wedding rings. ❞
❝ You've become lovesick. ❞
❝ Don't play hard to get. ❞
❝ I want you to look at me. ❞
❝ My heart stops because of your touch. ❞
❝ I can't read you. ❞
❝ That's why you draw me in even more. ❞
❝ I'm addicted to your taste. ❞
❝ I want to melt in your arms. ❞
❝ Could you stop with those looks? ❞
❝ You'll end up breaking it if you keep rushing. ❞
❝ You are my sun. ❞
❝ One mistake, it's game over. ❞
❝ I like it how it is now. ❞
❝ So what if we have to wait a little more? ❞
❝ Are you ready for this? ❞
❝ Take a look at your true self and see what you really want. ❞
❝ Should we have fun today? ❞
❝ Let yourself go. ❞
❝ I'm not sure what I'm seeing. ❞
❝ Walk with your shoulders straightened. ❞
❝ I chose you. ❞
❝ I'm just taking my time. ❞
❝ Truth is, my heart just wants to tease you. ❞
❝ I am only like this with you. ❞
❝ I know it's hard for you to give me your heart entirely. Don't worry, I will wait for you. ❞
❝ You don't have to say anything; you can just come to me. ❞
❝ Things don't work out the way you want them to. ❞
❝ I know how your anxious heart feels. ❞
❝ I can give you everything. ❞
❝ Thank you for waiting for me. ❞
❝ Every time our eyes meet, I miss the night. ❞
❝ Shall we play? ❞
❝ I think you're much prettier. ❞
❝ Beg for me. ❞
❝ I don't think it's up to you. ❞
❝ Why don't you enjoy it? ❞
❝ I'm excited just thinking about it. ❞
❝ In my dreams, you love me back. ❞
❝ You promised to stay forever. ❞
❝ I fight even if I know I'll lose. ❞
❝ No one can stop me anymore. ❞
❝ I will show you the truth. ❞
❝ I’ll show you my wild side. ❞
❝ Which do you like? ❞
❝ You're hesitating again. ❞
❝ Stop getting timid on me. ❞
❝ I want you to tell me the truth tonight. ❞
❝ Don't turn your eyes away from me. ❞
❝ Which one do you love? ❞
❝ I'm pretty much at my limit. ❞
❝ You and I are just a mistake. ❞
❝ Your voice lingers in my ears. ❞
❝ Your words were sweet, so I always swallowed them. ❞
❝ You're so easy to make mine. ❞
❝ Why are you so good to me? ❞
❝ Was I worth it, baby? ❞
❝ I won't cry because of you. ❞
❝ All I need is your warmth. ❞
❝ They can't love you like I love you. ❞
❝ I want you, no one else. ❞
❝ I want you endlessly. ❞
❝ How about you stay a little longer? ❞
❝ My star tells me she's a bit lonely. ❞
❝ I saw you hiding. ❞
❝ Honey, I’ll give you my all. ❞
❝ You are my whole world. ❞
❝ Tell me about your day. ❞
❝ I don't mind staying up all night, my love. ❞
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“He scares me.”
There. She said it. Micah Bell truly frightened Mary Linton. From the way he looked, the way he spoke, and his overall presence sent shivers down her spine. The moment Arthur spoke about him, Mary wanted nothing to do with the man.
This confession amused Etta Caroll. She tilted her head in Mary’s direction. “Do tell,” she replied to the gentlewoman. “Is Mr. Bell too ‘rough around the edges’ for the likes of yourself?”
Mary already didn’t appreciate her mocking tone. “I’ve been told of the times he could’ve gotten Arthur killed, and those were far too plenty.”
“As if Arthur isn’t guilty of doing the same thing, sweetheart.”
Mary gasped. Etta narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. The two glared at one another.
Etta leaned forward, as if to challenge Mary. “Whoever is the strongest should win,” she stated simply. “I see nothing wrong with Mr. Bell’s philosophy.”
“It’s savagery,” Mary replied with a shake of her head. “It’s also downright cruel. Everyone is supposed to work together.” She wrung her hands together and closed her eyes. “I wasn’t too happy with Arthur being involved, but at least he looked out for everyone. Micah, he only looks out for himself.”
“You’re wrong,” Etta snapped. “Your fear is judging him. Micah knows what’s best, and that’s why Dutch trusts him. He sees the bigger picture.”
Mary’s eyes fluttered open, and a shadow of doubt masked her features.
“Does he?” she questioned in a low voice.
Before Etta could defend Micah further, Mary asked her another question.
“How far are you willing to protect him?”
The female outlaw didn’t hesitate with her response. “Whatever it takes. I don’t care.”
“Do you love him? Or are you simply obsessed with his ideas?”
Mary didn’t feel the slap across the face until it was too late. The sharp crack sent her tumbling to the ground. Etta stood over the fallen woman with her throbbing hand still raised.
“How dare you,” Etta hissed, her voice quivering. Her eyes filled with tears. “To question my feelings…!”
Mary panted heavily as she slowly collected herself off the ground. Her head spun, her cheek throbbed, and her lower lip bled. Her eyes lifted until she stared at the distraught Etta before her. The words clearly struck harder than the physical slap she received.
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Micah rarely slept. “It’s overrated,” she heard him tell Arthur. She couldn’t help but chuckle quietly in response. Well, someone had to remain vigilant and alert in camp.
Ignoring Arthur’s quip to her companion, she made her way to Micah’s tent nearby. She’d long stopped sleeping with the women. She hated the sounds they made during the night, especially Karen with her snoring. It wasn’t too long ago that she was close to smothering her with her own pillow. While she could do with little sleep, the noises that came out of that woman’s mouth were horrid.
Crawling into Micah’s tent, she found one of Micah’s torn shirts. After gathering the rest of the materials she needed, she made her way to the camp fire, where she sat down, and made herself comfortable. With just the right amount of light, she proceeded with her sewing project. With the peace and quiet, she could fix Micah’s shirt, and it would be good as new.
“What’cha working on?”
Her shoulders sagged as John’s raspy voice broke through her concentration. So much for the peace and quiet. After a loud pop from the fire, Etta responded without looking at the other outlaw, “Making moonshine.”
“Sorry I asked.”
John sat on a log across from where Etta was seated, which happened to be on the dirt in front of the fire. With a beer bottle in one hand, he noticed how close she was to the flames. With her sarcasm was noted, John took a swig of his drink, then spat on the ground.
“You thinkin’ you might wanna scoot back some? You’re gonna get burnt.”
“I’m fine, Mr. Marston. I need the light to see.”
“Alright, just lookin’ out for you.”
She said nothing, as she kept her eyes focused on her sewing. Long before she met Dutch, she rode by herself. Or she used men for brief partnerships before doing away with them. It was Dutch who helped her open up and taught her the value of team work. And it was because of him that she would meet Micah. Never had she encountered anyone so clever and unpredictable. He kept everyone on their toes, and never would she find herself more enamored with a man than with him–of course, she didn’t admit that to anyone. It was only through his persistence that he won her over, because God knew she generally hated men, and that she only used them for her personal gain.
“So,” John said as noticed Etta’s handiwork. “You working on all of Micah’s laundry?”
She wanted to jam this needle into Marston’s eye.
“I’m just patching Mr. Bell’s shirt. Nothing more.”
“Thinkin’ you can fix one of my shirts when you’re done?”
The answer is immediate. “Absolutely not!”
“Why not?”
Etta scowled. “I’m not your personal maid. Besides, isn’t that what Miss Roberts is around for?”
John grumbled as he focused on his beer bottle. “We ain’t exactly speaking at the moment.”
“Why am I not surprised about that, Mr. Marston?” Etta huffed as she continued her stitching. “Mr. Bell didn’t ask me to do this for him. I’m doing this because I want to. Is that hard to believe?”
“Well… kinda. He ain’t exactly the most–”
“I don’t care, Mr. Marston. I need to focus, thank you.”
Stitching wasn’t hard. The girls did it all the time for everyone’s clothes. Etta simply hadn’t done it for quite some time, especially for someone else. Clothes could easily be replaced, but the thought of repairing this for Micah meant a lot to her. Meaning more in the long run for was special, because Micah generally didn’t care about anyone but himself. And before being recruited, Etta only looked out for herself.
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Sean had never seen Karen like this. The grip of her thighs, the fire in her voice, the way her nails earned half-moons into his back — he felt claimed in a way he didn’t know he wanted to be. Every surge between their bodies, every gasp she drew down into his mouth, drove him deeper into the need to give her all of himself. He’d meant it, every word. He wanted to ruin her for all other men, wanted to be the last name she remembered.
She was trembling now, clutching him like the ocean owned the shore. Her heels dug ruthless little divots into his back, & she bucked harder, like her body was frantic for more of him, like she’d shatter if he let up. The pulse squeezing round him, the wild slick heat, the symphony of desperate little gasps she sang with every thrust — Sean’s head spun. He could feel release boiling inside him, dangerous & huge, but he held it back, riding the edge. He wanted to see her lose herself again.
He gripped her hand & pressed it up above her head, entwining his fingers with hers against the pillow. Her wrists were delicate in his palm, pale & slender. He pinned her, slow for a moment, making her feel every inch before he slammed back home. That strangled moan — that was his real reward.
❝ Say it, ❞ he whispered into the shell of her ear. ❝ Say you belong to me, Karen. Just me. ❞ His hips slammed forward, hard as he dared. It hit him with a force that nearly blacked him out, a rising roar between his ears & the raw, greedy rip of her nails on his back. Heat flooded every inch of him.
She was going to be painfully sore in the next few hours, but she didn’t care. The rapture that was everything was too much to give up. What he was doing to her, she welcomed it all. Hips bucked uncontrollably, despite having just came moments ago. There was no stopping her, and she couldn’t believe how much she wanted more of him.
“Oooh, yes, Sean!” she squealed as his heavy breath fell upon her ear. Her nails sank into his flesh, and she held him as tight as she could. She thrashed beneath him as she frantically pleaded for him to cum inside her. “I’m… I’m only yours! I… Just yours…!”
He was hitting her in the perfect spot. It was almost criminal, the way he made her feel so damn good like this. The sounds that came out of her mouth, and the way her body writhed, was like nothing she’d ever done before. He was so dominant tonight that it took her breath away and then some. Her legs tightened securely around his waist. There was no escape from him, even if he wanted to leave.
“S-Sean!” she whimpered, as she actually felt another orgasm surge once more. She couldn’t believe how quickly it came, and how damned good he was making her feel. Sweat trickled down her supple flesh. God, this was like a fever dream. She was hot all over, and her lower body was throbbing in the best way possible.
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if I was Micah and I saw this coming my way, frankly I think I’d run just a little
Arthur nodded. He didn't trust his own voice, not at the edge of the cliff like this, not when the wind threatened to blow away every resolve he'd gathered. He wanted to say something funny, something comforting, but the words were tangled in his chest. How many times had he left like this ? Too many — never enough, seemed both true at once.
He made it to the door before looking back. Sunlight spilled through the warped glass, polishing the dust a molten gold. All he saw was Mary: Mary in her dress, Mary with that stubborn set to her jaw, Mary with her arms folded, small as a bird but defiant as any outlaw he'd known. He shoved his hat on harder, not sure if it was to keep the sun out of his eyes or to keep himself together.
❝ I'll write. ❞ The words left him gruff, not a promise but an oath. ❝ Soon as I can. ❞
He shut the door behind him & let his boots take him where they would. The street outside was muddy, the town caught between winter's retreat & spring's reluctant arrival. Horses clattered lamely at the hitching posts, men called for whiskey inside the saloon. Nothing had changed here — not since the last time, not since the first time. Arthur squinted into the pale morning & started toward the stables.
The walk gave him space to think, not that he wanted it. Every step gnawed at him, every clump of sod sucked at his battered boots. He could still hear the echo of Mary's voice, that little catch she tried to hide when she said be careful. He didn't remember when his heart had gotten so heavy — maybe it always was, & he just never noticed.
He collected his horse in silence & rode out with the sun at his back, never minding the direction. The world opened before him in sheets of washed color, wet grass pressed flat by frost, the sky split by crows. His mind should've been on the job, on Dutch & the gang & what it meant to turn his back on that old bastard; instead, it replayed the way Mary held his jaw in her hands, the scent of her neck, the hush that fell after.
After an hour, maybe two, the town was a smudge in the distance & the cold woke him up proper. Time to see it through. Dutch would be at the river, beyond the ruins of the old mill, just like always.
Like countless times before, she watched the outlaw walk away through the window. This time, the ache in her heart wouldn’t settle painlessly. There was more to lose, and there was nothing she could do, but hope and pray to God. If He was merciful, He would guide Arthur back to her.
Long after he’d left, she could still feel his warmth, his touch, and his very his breath upon her skin. Whenever she closed her eyes, she swore she could hear him right beside her. Their situation was dire. Maybe that was why she felt so much of him all at once. She could lose him at any moment. Her heart hurt knowing this, but she also knew it wouldn’t do either of them any good to fret so much. She needed to believe in him, and believe in their future.
As the night wore on, however, the more her thoughts gnawed at her. She couldn’t stay here. It didn’t feel right to simply linger in Valentine. Where could she go, though?
The newspaper. Her landlord had them in the kitchen. There were listings for employment–opportunities to get herself some income. Not in Valentine, though. Other towns beyond this town, or perhaps even cities. Not only would she keep herself safe, she could put Arthur’s mind at ease. Once he was able to leave Dutch for good, she would hopefully have enough money earned, and together, they could finally run away and put all the chaos behind them.
With a determined smile on her face, Mary was prepared to carve a future for herself.
