red dead redemption 2 • pref. and imagines

this is your fault - arthur morgan°

SUMMARY} Arthur takes you out of the camp, but you're unknowingly followed by a pair of sneaky old men.

"Y/N... Come on..." He tugs on your hand as you fold laundry, pack it into baskets. He'd been pestering you to get out of the camp for hours, since morning. "Please?"

"Arthur, I've got things to do."

"Darlin', I can speak for you. Come on..." He was right. He always got away with anything he did around here, and everyone knew it. "Please... For me."

"Fine. But you owe me." He stands up then, giving you a long kiss. You place your hands gently on his hips and push him away. "Come along then." He stumbles over a patch of grass and rushes after you.

He takes your hand and guides you through the forest, the giggles of secrecy bursting from both of you, and you reach a clearing within minutes.

"Here, I got you something." He says, blushing like a teenager, handing you a small package. It's wrapped in brown paper, tied with only a rough string, and you unwrap it quickly, only to expose a ring, silver banded with a ruby red gemstone planted right in the middle. "I just saw it and thought of you... I don't know-"

"Oh, Arthur. I love it, really." You put one of your hands ever so gently on his cheek, and he captures your lips in a tender kiss, something that meant a little more than just affection. 

"I love you. A lot... I don't know how to express it." Your heart couldn't help but twinge at his sad words, his warm phrase.

There's whispering from the bushes, a rustle of leaves, a twitch of twigs. Arthur looks away first, and his features solidify, a tame smile coming over his face.

"Goddamn it, Dutch." Hosea and Dutch stand in the bushes, both red in the face, both covered in leaves. "This is your fault. Hello. Arthur, Y/N."

"For goodness sake." Dutch covers his face with a sigh. "Sorry, we were just wondering where you were going. We had no idea you... You were..."

"It's fine, Dutch, you can go now, though." They look at each other. I look at Arthur, he looks at me.

"Come on, we're going to have a little party."

"Why?"

"Just come back to camp, please, Y/N." Hosea extends his hand and pulls me gently away from Arthur.

"Oh, come on, old man. Lighten up."

"Shut up, Arthur. Come on, darling."

yo... these are so short, but im working on a red dead book n shit.

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