"They say you fall in love three times in your life," you said finally. Your voice was quiet, but it did not shake. "You ever heard that?" Arthur huffed a breath. "Can't say I have." "The first is young and foolish. That kind that feels like the whole world, because you do not know how big the world really is yet. Everything is bright and easy, and you think every ache is the worst one you will ever feel." "The second is fierce," you said. "All joy and heartbreak tangled together. The fire, you know? The kind that burns hot enough to light up everything in you you did not know you had." Arthur looked up at you then. His eyes were soft and wrecked at the same time. "The third," you said, "is deep. Unshakable. It is the one that never burns out. It might glow softer. It might hurt different. But it is the one that does not go away when the firewood runs low." "I have met you three times in my life, Arthur Morgan," you said. "And every single time, you have made me fall in love with you all over again. You're the only way I know how to love." You sat down beside him, close enough that your thighs brushed. You did not look at him yet. You looked at your hands. "That third kind is the one you are supposed to build your life on," you said. "The one you are supposed to protect. Not keep throwin' into fires to see if it survives." You finally met his eyes. "Do not make me fall for you a fourth time, Arthur." This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

"𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿..."

You own a saloon in a town you wish to leave for good. One day, a group of outlaws decides to settle nearby. You decide to use them to your advantage to get out. Driven by his greed and the hunger for prestige, Dutch takes the deal you offer and puts his most trusted man, Arthur, up for your protection. However, even though Arthur seems like a fine fella, he has issues of his own and a lifestyle he can't seem to shake off.

➳IMPORTANT: This book's current status is: discontinued / completed. It will not be updated again. ➳ You will find more information in the first chapter! ➳ DISCLAIMER/CREDITS: I do not own Red Dead Redemption 2 or its characters/story plot. It belongs to Rockstar Games. I only own my writing! ➳ Book cover edited by @catharsxs

{Arthur Morgan X Female Reader} After being left behind by the O'Driscoll gang in the middle of a wicked snow storm, you assume your death is waiting for you. You collapse just feet in front of what appears to be an abandoned cabin and lose consciousness. Much to your surprise, you awake next to a roaring fire with four strange, tall men gathered around you, pistols in their hands. Warning: This story contains language and heavy descriptions of sexual themes. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. #1 in Western #1 in Arthur Morgan #1 in Dutch Van Der Linde #1 in RDR2 #3 in John Marston #3 in Outlaws Although this story does not follow the story provided in the original game, there may be spoilers. Read at your own risk!! **All characters are from Rockstars Red Dead Redemption 2 and DO NOT belong to me** **All images used are not mine and credit goes to original creators**

> And finally, through the first snowflakes that started tumbling through the harsh wind, I spotted two silhouettes. Clad in thick winter coats, guns strapped to their backs. Each step filled with grim determination as they waded through the knee-high snow towards us. They stopped a few feet away. The taller man's eyes met mine. He carried himself with silent confidence, evident in the expression on his weathered, undeniably handsome face. Sky-blue eyes framed by thick brows, chapped, full lips, a crooked nose. An association lingered in the back of my head, but I couldn't quite grasp it, until I asked: „Who are you?" < {-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-} Oh, the hatred that she holds for Dutch van der Linde. While running with the O'Driscolls for over ten years, this man had been the bane of her existence. Now, three years after leaving the gang, she gets lost up in the Grizzlies on the run from the bounty on her head. When she saves one of Van der Linde's men from a wolf attack and gets taken in by them as an ally, she has to face that hatred again. And then there's also Arthur Morgan, Dutch's right hand man, who won't let her forget either that they were enemies once. ❗️Currently undergoing heavy editing❗️ This story is a reader insert, but I avoid uses of (Y/n) as much as I can. Enjoy!

➵ ❝Y'know... I ain't a good man.❞ ❝You're good to me, and that's enough.❞ ➵ Arthur Morgan had heard many tales about grand treasures hidden all over the Heartlands, yet he wasn't one to believe in mere rumors as such, most claimed by drunken lowlifes spending their miserable lives in rundown saloons. Until the day the Van der Linde gang saves a farm girl from Colm O'Driscoll's boys, and something more; with a legitimate treasure map in the girl's possession, the chance to earn a great amount of gold arises, and is far too tempting for Dutch van der Linde to turn down. Arthur takes it upon himself to find this secret stash of gold - and it's during this treasure hunt where the outlaw finds out more than he'd bargained for; the gold is not the only secret that has remained hidden for far too long. ➵ Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader ➵ Warning: this story contains foul language, violence, gore and death. ➵ Credits: RDR2/Arthur Morgan belongs to Rockstar Games, I only own my writing. ➵ Cover edited by @catharsxs ➵ IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED RDR2, BE AWARE OF POTENTIAL SPOILERS IN THIS STORY !!

COMPLETE When Arthur met Rosemary at the young age of 25, he was pretty much a goner. It seemed Arthur had a thing for kindly little women. Maybe because deep down all he really wanted was an honest life on a ranch, with a lady he could worship and provide for like a real man should. And in his short time with Rosemary he allowed himself to play make believe that that could ever happen. But like most good things in Arthur's life - that came to a crashing end when Dutch uplifted the gang from that town to move on again. But people from the past always have a way of showing up when you least expect it.