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somewhere out there, a universe where arthur didnโt die alone, bruised, battered and sick on a mountainside, exists in the crook of the northern star.
in this universe, he dies old and half deaf. years of unprotected gunfire and explosions had a tendency to kill the nerves in your ears. he dies with aching joints and sun-spotted skin, and blessedly, to the sound of you humming as you stroked the scar on his chin with the pad of your wrinkled thumb. you were nestled against him in bed, sharing the warmth of your old body and his old body and making a den of heat beneath the quilt of your shared bed.
he had been staring down at you and admiring the way the sun dappled the roots of your hair and the way your lashes brushed against your skin. even with the grooves of life upon your flesh you were the most beautiful thing he had seen.
โyour name is carved in my ribs.โ he had said to you quietly, breath heavy and hard to lift. โi was born to love you.โ
you tilted your head up to look at him. an unspoken question welled up in your eyes with crystalline tears. as he squeezed you against him with the strength of the arm he had wrapped around your waist to give you a kiss on your forehead, you knew.
what a beautiful life you had together. through the shelling of the band and Dutchโs betrayal it had always been the both of you. you made a life beneath the wood in the homelands of Rain Falls, who had passed years before. children came and went, and so did grandchildren โ who often pulled from Arthur the richest laughs youโve ever heard.
you leaned up and kissed his jaw, his eyes, the apple of his throat. through each you whispered words of gratitude. words of love. words of promises.
โill find you, morgan.โ You said cloyingly, your voice wavering. โyouโre not so clever as to hide from me.โ
and you hummed, and sang quietly under your breath. and when his chest finally stopped rising and falling and the strong heart ceased, you knew you were to follow soon after.
โบโนRED DEAD REDEMPTION HEAD CANONSโนโบ
โค Arthur Morgan, Hosea Matthews, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, John Marston, Kieran Duffy x Fem!Reader
Note: Iโm not quite sure if these are still considered โhead canonsโ since Iโve definitely made this wordy.
(๏พ๏พ๏พ;) This is my first post here in Tumblr, despite lurking here for a while. XD
Also Author, a month later: Iโve posted this merely a month ago and I feel inexplicable cringe. thank you for reading
WC: 5.7k
Warnings: Major Character Death (Spoilers), Illness, Profanity, Mentions of Injury, Sex, Alcohol, Violence
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โฅ๏ธ ; fluff โฃ๏ธ ; angst โฆ๏ธ ; general โ ๏ธ ; smut
ARTHUR MORGAN
โฅ๏ธ ; When he is offered to go somewhere, or to do anything in general, he always says his signature comment. โHmm, Iโm not sure. Let me ask my wife first.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; He says it every single time. There is no day he doesnโt say this statement. Some people find it annoying, like, per sรฉ โ John, when he asks Arthur to go steal something with him and Arthur isnโt in the mood. He rolls his eyes in annoyance, and crosses his arms, โOh, are you cominโ or not?โ The other half, though, do like it, like Mary Beth โ who smiles and chuckles, โOf course, Mister Morgan.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; One time, he was out in Saint Denis without you. He just came for the trapper and some things in the general store, when a woman came to talk to him. She walked slowly along the wooden plank floor, and whispered, โOh arenโt you just what a lady dreams of?โ Arthur immediately knew what she was after. He looks at her with a deadpan expression, saying, โThat so? Damn, it might be true. I should ask my wife for confirmation, huh, madam?โ And she got the message. It pissed her off, while Arthur chuckled and shook his head.
โฅ๏ธ ; He also likes flashing his wedding ring a lot. He thinks itโs some trophy (which it is). He never takes it off, even in showering.
โฆ๏ธ ; Ever since you got married, heโd become more reserved in missions or going outside. He didnโt want to lose you. Didnโt want to lose the peaceful life he was close to getting. Plus, every time he did, you would reprimand him.
โฆ๏ธ ; He met you at a cafรฉ and bakery shop that you owned. He was entranced the moment he met you (which was closing time, and he was covered in blood). That night, heโd become a loyal customer, always getting to order the same coffee and bread every week.
โฅ๏ธ ; At that time, heโd often come back to camp smiling, and theyโd know. โWhoโs the lucky girl, Arthur?โ Hosea asks, with a small smile as he lifts his head from the newspaper. โNothinโ, Hosea.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; โHey, missโฆ Iโd reckon the coffeeโd taste better if it was served with you.โ He tried to flirt once, and you thought it was assault. He was almost permanently banned that time. When he told this story to Karen. The girl laughed her ass off. โArthurโฆ Youโre a lost cause.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; He constantly has baby fever, when heโs with you, youโd find him staring at Jack often. โNow imagine one of our own, Iโdโฆ Iโd be so happy.โ Heโs smiling like an idiot. You refuse and he pouts. โOh, come on, darlinโโฆโ But he never forces you. Itโs just sometimes heโs so cute it feels as if you need to do it.
โฃ๏ธ ; He is often unaware of his own looks and looks down on himself. When he gets sight of a mirror, he canโt help but sigh and comment. โYer becoming old. Old and ugly, Morgan.โ Itโs one problem you two are working on together.
โฃ๏ธ ; โYou justโฆ donโt get it. Of course you think that. Yer my wife, darlinโโฆโ He frowns. Itโs a heartbreaking thing to hear, since youโd do just about anything for this man.
โฆ๏ธ ; People would describe him as an angry old man. Well, back then. When you and him became a thing, he tried his best not for his emotions to get over him. The only thing he screams โDamn itโฆ for Godโs sake!โ now is when the animals are eaten and escaped again (since you two live in a ranch.)
โ ๏ธ ; Arthur likes to guide you through sex, praising you quietly. Heโs quite nonverbal other than that. But trust he will always make sure that you are comfortable, and your needs are being fed. โAh, good girl.โ
โ ๏ธ ; Heโs on top of you while his right hand is gripping the headboard of the bed, to which it is shaking. Heโs not rough, though, he makes sure heโs gentle enough and has a fear of accidentally hurting you. Heโs slow, taking in every moment and every inch of you and how your body twitches and arches. When heโs drunk, though, maybe itโs a different story. It brings out a different Arthur. A little wobly in his actions, but delivers either way.
โฅ๏ธ ; When he found out you were pregnant, it was the happiest day of his life. Oh, he smiled like an idiot, holding your hands and repeatedly saying โReally?โ โSeriouslyโ are ya serious?โ โReally?โ โYer pregnantโ really?โ You laughed, nodding and nodding and nodding. โ..โM sorry, love, Iโฆ I jusโ I canโt believe it.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; Heโd plan so much. Like heโd be very overreacting to the point he already bought clothes for BOTH genders. He didnโt care. A boy, a girlโฆ It doesnโt matter. It was his child. With you. And that made him the luckiest man in the planet.
โฅ๏ธ ; When you two are laying in your shared bed, heโd put his head on your stomach (even if it wasnโt even that big yet) and coo. โAre yaโฆ Are ya there? Oh, paโsโฆ paโs excited to meet ya. So much,โ He murmured, kissing your stomach gently. โPa loves you and ma so much.โ He added, circling your stomach as he sighs, smiling. Itโs heart warming. Heโs so excited.
โฆ๏ธ ; The journey of pregnancy wasnโt easy, of course, but he was always there. Heโd wake up in the middle of the night to accompany you to relieve yourself, or would offer to clean and cook. You almost lost your life in giving birth, and it scared the hell of out Arthur, holding your hands and pleading. It seemed he wasnโt that bad of a man, though, as you live and have a healthy baby girl.
โฅ๏ธ ; All the pages of his journal contain you, your face, pretty much. He never lets you read it, though. โNo, darlinโ, itโs private,โ He says gently, but when you give him about two long โpleaseโs, his resolve would probably crumble then.
โฅ๏ธ ; He is a girl dad. Proudly so. He would lift your little girl (and you too) and spin you both around, laughing. He would learn how to tie pigtails for his girl. He would teach her the colors of the rainbow, how to draw and write, how to identify animals for when sheโs old enough to go hunting. But oh, boy, heโd be one hell of a protective dad, though. When miss grows up into adolescence, heโd make sure no boys are near her. โNo boys? Alright, you can go.โ
โฃ๏ธ ; The day he finds out he has tuberculosis, though, he doesnโt say it to you and your daughter. He keeps it inside, hoping that you two wouldnโt find out โ he didnโt want you stressing over him. He knew his time would come, so heโd rather spend it all with you without worrying you.
โฃ๏ธ ; But it doesnโt get better, it gets worse. And you notice, but he shuts you off. โItโs nothinโ, darlinโโฆ Justโฆโ He coughs, clutching his chest. โArthurโฆ You know you canโt hide this from me. Tell me, please.โ You pleaded, hand on his back as you waited for his coughing fit to finish. His palm had blood. โIโฆ โm sorry, darlinโโฆ I jusโ donโt want you to worry โbout me.โ โOh, you foolโฆ You should have told me, Arthur. Youโฆโ โIโve tuberculosisโ says the doctor. IโI donโt want you to raise her aloneโฆ I donโt wanna die, butโฆโ You hug him, tears flowing down your eyes. โShut up, will you? Youโll live. Youโll live, Arthur.โ
HOSEA MATTHEWS
โฆ๏ธ ; After Bessie, he never thought heโd likeโ let alone love someone again. You; who had reminded him of her in so many ways. At first, when you had found out he used to be married, you closed yourself off in respect. He respected this decision, after all, it was what he wanted. But he found himself growing restless. He saw her in you. But you were you, different, and yet, so alike.
โฅ๏ธ ; In some warm, nice mornings, heโd dance with you.
Put Your Head on my Shoulder
Canโt Help falling in Love with you It would be sweet and romantic, even though both of you are now a little slow.
โฅ๏ธ ; He calls you โdarlingโ, and doesnโt fail to compliment your beauty first thing in the morning. โGood Morning, Darlingโฆโ He grunts a little as he pushes himself near you, kissing your forehead. โBeautiful as ever.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; He loves to braid your hair, or any other hairstyles that heโs learned. โMhmโฆ this one looks good on you.โ
โฆ๏ธ ; Honorable mention, heโd be the type to wear those wizard blue pajamas at night. You, on the other hand, would wear those fluffy extravagant night dresses.
โฅ๏ธ ; Before sleeping, heโll likely be reading mystery novels. Both of you like them, but instead of reading it individuallyโ you found that him explaining the plot to you was easier and better. Heโs a bit of a nerd, and you like seeing his face light up when you ask, โSo who do you think did it?โ Heโll gladly explain to you for hours before finding out youโve already slept halfway through his ramblings.
โฃ๏ธ ; โIโm getting old, darling,โ โSo am I, Hosea. We both are.โ โFair pointโฆ I justโฆโ โI just want to live out the rest of my days with you. I imagine Iโll probably leave you first.โ โDonโt say that.โ โWhen I doโฆโ โHosea.โ
JAVIER ESCUELLA
โฅ๏ธ ; He loves singing songs he made for you while playing the guitar. โThis oneโs for you, hmm?โ He smiles, and that look of surprise in your face always gets him. It brings a warm feeling to his heart that canโt be explained.
โฅ๏ธ ; Pet names! Pet names! Pet names! He just canโt get enough of it. But oh, when you do the same to him, he suddenly loses all his charm and flare, and turns into a puddle of putty. Thatโs how bad he has it for you.
โฅ๏ธ ; Despite playing the guitar for years, heโll often complain about the pain in his fingertips after he plays. It doesnโt really hurt, of course, due to the built up callouses, but he just wants your care and attention. He especially likes it when you kiss them. โOw, owโฆ My love, my fingertips are bleeding.โ They arenโt. โWill you please kiss it to make it better?โ He says dramatically. You, of course, indulge.
โฅ๏ธ ; Heโd teach you to dance. โYou donโt know how to dance? Well, come here, Iโll teach you.โ โMy ma taught it to me, told meโฆ I should know how to. Itโs a skill. And to swoon women, ah?โ He chuckles. You roll your eyes, as your fingers are intertwined and he guides your feet through the pace of Dutchโs music. โYouโre a natural, hermosa.โ (You were stepping on his feet the whole time.)
โฅ๏ธ ; Heโs quite protective of you, and even though he doesnโt show it, gets jealous easily. One time, you two were in a saloon due to a mission, and this one guy approached youโ his gaze revealing his intentions already. โHey, darling. You look like a real fine woman, hmm?โ Javier immediately notices this but knows you can handle this yourself. He tries to play it cool, nonchalantly observing the interaction. You reply with a lifted brow. โNot interested.โ โAw, come on, darling. Arenโt you at least a little lonely?โ And in a swift action, Javier is next to you already. โDidnโt you hear her, asshole? Sheโs married, okay?โ He was ready to throw hands.
โฅ๏ธ ; โOh, I wasnโt aware we were married,โ You said jokingly the way back to the camp, striding on the horses at a calm pace. He scoffed. Every time he got reminded of the interaction, he could swear a vein would pop out. โNo, no yet.โ He replies.
โฅ๏ธ ; Another moment you remember is when you two went to fetch something for Pearson. You were buying something, and it seems the shop keeper had taken a liking to you. โYou want that one? Sure, itโs for free, my lady.โ Javierโs ears perked, his eyes from the sky suddenly to you two. โI donโt mind a little other payment.โ The shopkeeper continues, the underlying statement obvious even for an idiot. Javier, irritated, walks closer in a fast pace. โAy, ay! Thatโs my wife, pendejo! ยฟEres una idiota, ah? ยฟTienes un deseo de muerte? Do you want a knife in your throat? Ha? Fuckingโ Hijo de puta!โ You took him away, whispering to him, โAyโฆ Javier, be quiet. Weโre supposed to keep a low profile in Rhodes,โ He mumbles back, โI canโt be quiet when these assholes think theyโve got a chance.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; He often is very conscious on how he looks. This man has a wide selection of clothes in his wardrobe, and they are all equally loved and important to him. When people in camp start to realize his beloved poncho is not being worn, he just points a finger at you, since you wore it. He didnโt mind if you stole his clothes, rather, it was a quite intimate thing that he cherished. He loved seeing them on you.
โฅ๏ธ ; Carves your initials in his precious knives. This means a lot to him.
โ ๏ธ ; This man cannot keep his hands to himself, never. One moment youโre doing something niche around the camp, like reading a bookโ and the next heโs right behind you, hands snaking on your waist. He tugs you closer to him, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, squinting his eyes a little as he tries to read the printed words. โWhatโre you reading, querida?โ He murmurs, his warm breath tingling around your neck. From the get-go, you knew what he was trying to do. โThat book more important than me?โ He takes the book swiftly as you look at him in confusion. โYou know I wish those hands were doing something else.โ His gaze darts over to your lips, as he licks his own in response. God, this man. He finds that the risk of getting caught while in the act is more exciting.
โ ๏ธ ; He likes when you tug his hair, his little ponytail behind him. His favorite thing to do is murmur sweet nothings in your ear, all dirty and the sort; as he hands work magic on you and his lips nibble on your earโs shell. He couldnโt care less if you two were still fully-clothed, as well. In fact, it was better for him. His hands are the best part of him, capable of letting out noises from your mouth you didnโt know you could make. His eyes bore into you, half-lidded, while his mouth is slightly agape, struggling to make any words while his fingers push in and out in a rhythmic manner. It feels so good, the sound of wet skin against itself added more heat through your lower abdomen.
โ ๏ธ ; Javier loses it when heโs about to finish. The only thing he can do it mumble and occasionally moan out a few incoherent Spanish words, repeating your name over and over again. โAh.. mi amor.. E-estoyโฆ cerca, Dios mioโฆโ
โฃ๏ธ ; His loyalty to Dutch blinded his own decision-making abilities. So when you died in the middle of the gunfireโs chaos, he knew it was his fault. The way your lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud, and yet, the world still kept spinning drove him insane. And he couldnโt rush there to cradle you in his arms, since if he did, he would die, too. He thought about it. He remembered everything, and in that moment, it was as if the world was cloudy, hazy, and he didnโt know what to do. He felt empty.
โฃ๏ธ ; He didnโt say anything. He looked at the corpse, but he couldnโt hold you. He couldnโt. He fled, and ran away โ back to Mexico, and then one quiet night while hiding away he would finally reveal his tears. โIโฆ was selfish, mi amor. Please. I canโtโฆโ He looks at the ring in his fingers. He canโt make an excuse. Heโs torn between his loyalty for Dutch and you. Heโd remember all the promises he made, and all the ones he failed to keep. After this whole thing was over, he would marry you, and he would live with you quietly along some river or forest. It didnโt matter, as long as it was you. Maybe even a little girl, sure. But now that was all gone.
โฃ๏ธ ; All he has now to carry is the burden of guilt and some silver ring. He knows heโll die, too, at some point - but heโs not sure heโll meet you. โAh, mi corazonโฆ Iโm sure youโre up there. Iโll probably rot in hell for my sins.โ
SEAN MACGUIRE
โฆ๏ธ ; Sean is a dirty man. Both mentally and physicallyโ so he wouldnโt imagine even after ten bottles of beer that someone like you would tolerate him, let alone like him. You fell first, he fell harder type of situation. He dropped the bottle of Whiskey he was holding when he heard Arthur say something. โSean, come on, listen to Hosea. Get up, will ya? Canโt believe [READER] likes this sack of shit.โ
โฆ๏ธ ; โHuh? She does? She likes me? [READER]?โ He says in a dumbfounded expression, as Arthur clicks his tongue, puts his palm over his forehead and shakes his head slowly in disappointment. โOf course she does, you damn idiot. And I canโt believe it, either. I couldโve sworn she liked smart men.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; He isnโt well-put together, in fact, heโs downright nastyโ reeking of alcohol, unwashed clothes for days, and unkept hair. But when he finds out this information, he suddenly learns how to take a shower once in a while, and people notice that, often making knowing faces to each other. โHey, mister MacGuire, youโre looking real fine today,โ Javier starts, wiggling his eyebrows. โWellโ yeah I am! I always am!โ Sean replies, fixing his hat.
โฅ๏ธ ; Sean describes himself as the woman charmer, though in reality, when heโs faced with you, he canโt help but stutter โ his Irish accent making it more unintelligible. It doesnโt make him cool. One time, he tries to flirt (given the beer has granted him confidence this time) and leans on the empty barrel next to him with a grin. He falls down, โOw!โ and he rubs his head. He couldnโt look up at you. For the next few days, he appears to avoid barrels every time he sees them.
โฅ๏ธ ; โMy lady,โ He says, bowing down with a smile as he lets you go first in this venue heโs gotten to somehow weasel his way in. He takes your hand in his, as you two act as if youโre a wealthy couple coming here in their regular dinner. Times like these he always remembers to cherish. Because although he wished to, in this life, he canโt spoil you the normal way.
โฅ๏ธ ; This man gets piss-drunk and makes a beeline to your tent, occasionally bumping into other gang members in the process. โSean, watch your stepโฆโ Lenny says, sighing and shaking his head. When he gets there, he plops his whole body down your cot as you jolt up in surprise. โSean?โ This is normal โ you felt the weight and you knew it was him. Itโs either heโs already asleep, or you hold his chin and look at his sad face. โDarlinโโฆ Youโre leaving me?โ He lips curl into a pout, and his eyes swell. โI love you stillโฆ Donโt, please.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; Loves getting a rise out of you. He knows what you like and donโt like, and uses it to his advantage to mess with you just because. He loves annoying you, and is always oddly proud about it since youโre one of the calmest people in the camp. One time, he enters your tent with that grin of his, holding something in his hand. It was a really stinky plant. You frowned. โSean, get that out of my face, youโre disgusting,โ He puts it even closer. โSean!โ He laughs, jiggling it in his hand. โWhat? Ye donโt like it, me love? Itโs a great present from handsome olโ me,โ When he sees you about to gag, he puts it away. And you look away, refusing to talk with him any further. โErโ sorry, Iโฆ Sorryโฆโ He gets all guilty and quiet. He then asks for your forgiveness the whole day.
โฅ๏ธ ; Has the most stupidest laugh ever. It doesnโt help that when he sleeps with you, he often giggles and speaks incoherently, shifting around and occasionally kicking you. He doesnโt mean it. โMmhโฆ Heh,โ He snickers quietly. โNo, Johnโฆ Sheโs me girl. We canโt share.โ And his Irish accent gets even stronger, if thatโs possible. โNo, get away, Arthurโฆโ
โ ๏ธ ; When he sleeps with you, every limb is tangled as if you two are now one entity altogether. A hand usually slips inside your shirt, in need to feel your skin. Itโs rarely in a chaste wayโ you know Sean. It usually lowers down to your abdomen, his index finger circling the surface softly. And heโll just keep going. When you notice what heโs about to do โ you grumble and he laughs quietly. โAw. cโmon. Iโm not even doing anything.โ
โฃ๏ธ ; Seanโs convinced no one really believes in him. The confidence he displays is usually for show, to make himself believe that he really does have a contribution and worth to himself. Heโs seldom quiet โ but when he is, heโs usually away thinking about it.
JOHN MARSTON
โฅ๏ธ ; The scar on his right cheek at this point is his signature. It doesnโt hurt anymore, as itโs fully healed, however - he still asks you to put ointment on it. Just because he likes you touching his face, and that little face you make when youโre deep in concentration. โStop moving, John,โ You say, and he straightens up, eyes on you. โOf course, darlinโ. You knowโฆ I like this view a lot.โ He says with a small grin. You should have put the ointment in his mouth.
โฆ๏ธ ; Running away with this man wasnโt easy, but at least it didnโt end up like Dutch and Molly. Oh, dear.
โฅ๏ธ ; His favorite thing to do with you is to place your hand in his, bring it up to his lips, and kiss your soft knuckles gently. โMโlady.โ โAh, shut up. You know Iโm not.โ โAnymoreโ โcause of me.โ He replies, but there is no teasing glint in his eyes. You sigh briefly, tucking the loose strands of his behind his ear. โYou know that doesnโt matter to me, John.โ
โฆ๏ธ ; Your parents and life were miserable. You could say John saved you, when the gang went to the mansion and stole everything in sight. You pleaded, when you saw him, โPlease. Bring me with you. Iโฆ I canโt live here.โ And John was the first guy to convince Dutch to let you come with them. โWhatโs goinโ to do us good bringinโ a princess with us? Itโll only make the bounties on our heads bigger.โ Arthur butts in, but Dutch shakes his head. โNoโฆ No, Iโve got a feeling sheโll be useful.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; John canโt swim โ and apparently, the water is his biggest enemy. This makes him not bathe for weeks. You force him to, most of the time; and he will keep on refusing you until you come up with a consensus. โNoโ no, darlinโโ the dirt makes me stronger and resistant toโโ He hears your sigh and the sees the way you pinch your nose bridge. โIโll take a bath with you.โ โโฆOkay.โ Itโs as if heโs some child.
โฅ๏ธ ; He likes your nape very much. He kisses it gently, leaving a chaste trail down until the tip of your spine. When he sees your hair up, exposing this delicate part of yours, heโll come like a moth to a flame, hugging you from behind. He loves your smell, โ he finds it comforting. โMmโฆ My Angel.โ
โฃ๏ธ ; He swears to you heโll be a better man, to be not a fool, to get you out of here and live the normal life you deserveโ with him. You can tell the poor man is trying, but sometimes, it annoys you because it gets to a point where he disappears for days and comes back with a new scar. He knows youโre worried, but itโll always be the same excuse from him, โItโs for the better.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; You two had an argument about him acting brash and reckless, and it lasted for a long while, maybe a week or so. That time, he was barely seen in camp, and so were you. โTheyโre fighting, arenโt they?โ Charles would ask Arthur, and heโd nod. โYeah, well, look at jusโ how much John is out. Heโs probably robbed all of Valentine at this point.โ Fighting with you makes him act more stupider, actually. He comes back to your tent with another injury, and this time, you couldnโt keep it anymore further. โJohn, what the hell?โ You ask, walking over to him and inspecting it. He looks like a guilty dog. โYouโreโฆ Just come here.โ You tend to his wound, as silence ensues for a while. It was tense, before he sighed. Both of you speak up at the same time, with a mutter of โSorry.โ This earns a mutual stare of surprise, and a dumbfounded look painted on Johnโs face. โOh, darlinโโฆโ
โ ๏ธ ; John rolls his eyes in pleasure, mouth slightly agape as moans threaten to leave his mouth. You were so good, so sweet, sucking his cock as his body leaned behind him for support. It made his knees weak, and you just about were doing the best job. โAh.. Ah.. Darlinโโฆโ He feels himself reach the back of your throat, as you took in every liquid that came from him. At this point, your mouth had memorized every vein and put it into memory, and your hands held his hips tightly. He lets out a string of cusses, holding your head as his fingers dug through the strands of hair in need. โYeahโฆ God, just like thatโฆโ He pushes you further, and he feels your throat tighten upon the action. You were taking him in like a drink, and he wouldnโt complain. The fluid that stains your lips are licked upon contact, and he canโt help but sigh at the relief. โFuckโฆโ
โ ๏ธ ; John doesnโt say it out loud but you know he enjoys being under you, while you give him handjobs. Your hand cups his length, moving in a just pace while you murmur how pretty he looks. Heโll be all whiny, and needy, asking for you. โAh, yeahโฆ Iโmโฆ I need you, [READER].โ
โฅ๏ธ ; He proposes to you and tries to be romantic. Itโs been a week since the two of you were staying in this hotel, and you were contemplating if it was your birthday since he was with you the whole time. No missions, no going outโฆ just with you. Youโre both sitting quietly away somewhere, by a lake, and the sun is almost set. He holds your hand gently, and you wonder why he actually looks clean today. In reality, heโs been planning this for months, and heโs brought out his best suit and his hands are practically shaking in nervousness. Heโs talked about this with Hosea, Arthur, even Mary Beth. He doesnโt want to fuck this up. โJust be yourself, John.โ Theyโd all say. Now, he looks at you, smiling while he kisses your hand. Kneeling down, he shows a ring. โIโฆ [READER]. I know itโs not much, butโฆ Iโll try to make you happy. Will you marry me?โ And he tries to be romantic, he really does, but he canโt help but shift himself awkwardly and try not to evade your eyes that were now swelling up. โOh, you idiot,โ You say, urging for him to stand up. โYes, yesโฆ I will. Iโll marry you.โ His face lights up like a Christmas tree, as he holds your waist and spins you around acting all giddy. โYou do? You will?โ He canโt believe it.
โฃ๏ธ ; And you knew one day that the mistakes, the crimes, and overall bad heโd done would catch up to him. You were having a baby to be delivered. You hadnโt told him yet, hoping to surprise him and get a reaction out of him. Youโd bet heโd cry. But Bounty hunters were coming, and they couldnโt care less. They opened the houseโs doors with urgency and force, the gunsโ barrels pointing at you. โFound the wife,โ One said, eyeing the ring on your finger while you tried to protect yourself. โWhereโs John Marston? Listen, weโre in a hurry here. Iโll blow you brains out if you donโt tell me where he is, woman. Donโt try anything funny.โ In a panicked state, you grabbed a nearby hidden revolver and shot the hunter by the abdomen, as he groaned in pain and fell to his knees. The fellow bounty hunters pulled their triggers in unison, though only one bullet manages to pierce you. Unfortunately, it placed itself by your stomach. John barges through the door, horrified, as the hunters dropped to the floor. All you could hear were bullets flying, your own fast, ragged breathing, and John repeatedly calling out your name. โNo, no, no, noโฆ [READER], look at me. Donโt go. [READER].โ He says softly, as his hand tries to stop the blood from flowing any further. You could see in your blurred vision that he tears were falling from his eyes. โNoโฆ No, please. Please.โ He says again, and you manage to speak despite the blood coming out of your mouth. โJohnโฆ John, Iโm pregnant.โ Everything is shattered for him. He freezes. โI love you, okay? We love you.โ You add weakly. He wished he came sooner. Regret, guilt, and fear began to fill his heart when he saw the light in your eyes fading away. โNoโฆ Pleaseโฆ IโI love you. I love you both. Donโtโฆ Stay with me, please.โ
KIERAN DUFFY
โฅ๏ธ ; You caught Kieran plucking the petals of a white flower, sitting down on a rock as he mumbled quietly to himself, โShe loves meโฆ she loves me notโฆ she loves me. She does?โ He says, and realizes you were listening. He turns red and nervously throws the flower stem away, coughing. He had a cute little crush on you. It was painfully obvious โ he knew that equally.
โฅ๏ธ ; He would stare at you from afar, talking to Branwen absentmindedly. โAinโt she justโฆ the prettiest girl youโve seen?โ He says, like the horse could understand.
โฅ๏ธ ; Flirting with him (or attempting to) was a comical and cute sight. Youโd say something completely innocent and blood would rush to the tip of his ears and dust his cheeks immediately. โThere he is,โ You say. โHowโs my lovely Kieran doing?โ He forgets to breathe.
โฅ๏ธ ; The mere act of fingers brushing would startle the poor guy, however, he tries to make amends for his terrible nervousness with trying to at least make small advances to you. โHey, uh, [READER]. Youโreโฆ looking reallyโฆ pretty today.โ
โฅ๏ธ ; His hands are sweaty and shaky when you hold them, but he manages to always gently caress your knuckles with his thumb.
โฅ๏ธ ; Kieran loves the feel of your lips. It gets him giddy and excited inside, and he looks all shy and cute on the outside as well. He loves when you plaster kisses all over his face, especially on the bridge of his nose, like a little branding. He always looks a little dizzy after the assault.
โฅ๏ธ ; โIโฆ ainโt ever had a relationship before, butโฆ I know I ainโt leavinโ you. Ever.โ He mumbles, with a small smile as he hands you a necklace. โIโฆ I love you.โ He says, for the first time, and it makes you the happiest woman in the world. โI love you too, Kieran.โ
โ ๏ธ ; Gets hard really easily. One moment youโre fishing with him, and the next you see him urgently facing his body away from you, having a hard time holding the fishing rod. You could swear he was shaking, clutching it with a grip of an eagle. โWhatโs wrong?โ You ask innocently, but he refuses to indulge in giving you an answer. โN-Nuthinโโฆโ He manages to get out.
โฃ๏ธ ; The last thing Kieran ever says to you is โsee you later.โ Itโs a simple statement, a short promise, that he broke soon after. He always had that nervous smile when he departed with you, scared that something unpredictable might happen. Life was going good to him, at least, when he met you. The man had a whole life to live ahead of him, albeit his past posing as a shadow. The news of his death didnโt register in your mind until a few weeks later, when you had yourself on your knees, clutching the necklace he gave you in your hands. And it hurt twice as much when you realized you were practically the only one mourning him.
Moonlit Ballad of the Night || Lauma

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Genshin Impact | Lauma | O noble Frostmoon, descendant of โHyperboreaโโฆ I pray in the name of the divine messenger-may you be beheld.
The Moon Goddess will keep us safe.
Come night or day... may the Moon Goddess keep you.
LAUMA โฆ MAIDEN OF THE GROVE
She continued gazing at the full moon in the sky, thinking that perhaps there was truth in the saying, "humans could never build a tower to reach the heavens."
"The moonlight shall send you from this place, and restore the rightful peace of night."

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havenโt seen this peak genshin yuri since inazuma omg I LOVE THEM
Through the Silent Frostbound Night
LAUMA โ crown of sacred silver
I have been to many places, but... I have yet to witness a miracle. There are those who have suffered. Those who continue to suffer. Is there any way to make it end?

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