Saint Denis was a hotpot of.. many things. With the gang settled just beyond a little town called Rhodes, what better way to spend time with your lover than getting away from camp to check out this effervescent city?

After a day spent walking around, pickpocketing a few unfortunate fools, and having a lovely dinner, you and Arthur decided to get a hotel room within the city.

*•̩̩͙✩ | ‘ date night, and a fancy hotel ‘

Ever since starting to run with the Van Der Linde gang, a certain member had caught your eye. 

Arthur Morgan. The head enforcer. The workhorse, the guard dog.

Whatever he may be, you found yourself infatuated with the man. Smitten, dare you say. 

Now, caught up in the mountains, he couldn’t help but show concern for everyones wellbeing. Yours included.

‧͙*̩̩͙💨 | ‘ freezing cold ‘

‘ swimming ? ‘

Sleep, as great as it could be, frequently eluded you.

Which would be fine on its own, though paired with being an outlaw with things to do often made a lack of sleep less than ideal. 

Arthur was aware of your bouts of restlessness, and would frequently go looking for you — after all, he didn’t like your absence.

☾°⋆ | ‘ up late ‘

Colter. Snowy hell on earth, if that was possible.

In the scramble away from the law, the Van Der Linde gang had wound up in the middle of the snowy mountains. Everyone was worse for wear, but you specifically seemed extra nervous, which was the last thing Dutch needed. 

You were his partner — He needed you to be calm and composed, and since you weren’t, he was quite frustrated.

❅· | ‘ snowy mountains , anxious times ‘

˚۪͙۪◌ | ‘ im your man ‘

Arthur wasn’t a romantic man in any way, shape, or form. He was a rough, imposing outlaw with a knack for shooting people as needed, which.. is not very romantic.

Though, he *was* a good boyfriend. And what do good boyfriends do on Valentines Day? Give their partner flowers. At least that was how it worked in Arthurs head.

So, he had picked a bundle of flowers just for you, now offering them with a flustered demeanor.

・❥・| ‘ hand-picked flowers ‘

,+ *.| ' wound tending ' [ lh!arthur ] 

You were dealt an unfair hand in life. Most outlaws had been, and you were no different. 
Though, some nights proved more troublesome than others. Your emotions would flare and you would end up crying on your lonesome. 

That was, until Arthur -- whom you had an.. unclear relationship with --  had taken it into his own hands to help you. To offer you solace. To ease your troubles when they resurfaced.

' solace '

' boyfie :3 ' [ modern!au ]

A lakeside date, nothing too peculiar, aside from Javiers incredibly nervous stature. 

Though, this anxiety came with a cause — A cause that he only hoped wouldn’t result in rejection.

He planned to propose to you, the love of his life.

ཐི♡ཋྀ | ‘ an important question ‘

Couples fight, its just the way things go. But the aftermath of those fights are often quite difficult. Quite awkward.

John was never too great at apologizing. Though, after arguing with you, he often was in the wrong, and often did need to apologize. 

You live and you learn, and John, in this case, was learning.

♡༉‧ | ‘ apologies ‘

Charles was a hard worker, no doubt about it. Ever since the failed Blackwater heist and the little situation in Colter, it had seemed like the running and working was at an all time high, and Charles was sure to put in the work. Now the gang newly settled at Horseshoe Overlook, out of the bitter cold.

Despite being so diligent, he was also no morning person, rather enjoying slow, calm mornings — especially mornings with you, his beloved partner.

*✧･ﾟ| ‘ cold mornings and coffee ‘

The gang seemed to be falling apart. Having to move locations for what seemed like the millionth time seemed to tire everyone out.

Though, certain people seemed unable to sleep. You, specifically.

Insomnia, or something.. whatever it was, you found yourself leaning on the back porch of the abandoned plantation house the gang had been hiding out at — Shady Belle — attempting to light a cigarette and failing.

｡ₓ ू | ‘ late-night smoking ‘

You and Arthur had been together.. a while now. And while you were quite content together, the gang was pulling apart at the seams. 

Over the past few months, you and Arthur had hit a rough patch, frequent ‘lovers quarrels’ — as the others liked to put it — over staying in the gang. With the government hot on the gang’s tail, you had been imploring him to pack up your things and settle, but Arthur was loyal to the gang, and it seemed he wouldn’t budge.

↳ ੈ | ‘ ocean breathes salty ‘

Luxury was something John couldnt quite afford, in more ways than one.

Formerly being a street kid, now an outlaw, there were barely the funds for anything but the bare necessities. 

Yet here he was, in a dimly lit saloon nestled in the heart of the bustling city of Saint Denis, drinking whiskey and listening to a positively enchanting showgirl sing. 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ | ‘ the finer things in life ‘

' old habits ' [modern!au]

Being an outlaw — hell, being human — there were certain things Arthur enjoys to do. Dress-up was not one of those things, if anything, he could say he despised it.

Alas, work needs to be done, and unfortunately for Arthur, that occasionally entails dressing up.

You both were there playing a sickeningly rich couple at a soirée in Saint Denis, and playing it well — aside from Arthurs grumbling or sighs every now and again.

  ༉‧₊˚ | ‘ dress-up, an outlaws favorite pastime ‘

You and John had been sent out on a mission, scouting for any O’Driscoll boys in the area in the hunt for Colm.

It seemed fine, till it started to rain, that was. Now, with rain pouring down and thunder in the distance, you two were scouting for shelter as well. Luckily, John seemed to find a dilapidated cabin for you two to hunker down in for the time being.

*ೃ༄ | ‘ better than nothing ‘

Arthur, despite being a very capable man, was only human, and humans get hurt sometimes. 

This time around, he had been bucked off his horse during a ride through Lemoyne, notoriously riddled with gators and other animals that could easily strike fear into any steed. Thats how he wound up with a fairly rough scrape over one of his shoulders, and how you began tending to his shoulder.

*･✙｡ﾟ| ‘ wound tending ‘

' colter reunion '

' pissy ' [ lh!arthur ]

After a long day of helping around camp and following up various leads, you wanted nothing more than to lay down and pass out alongside your beloved boyfriend, John. 

So, that is exactly what you set out to do, laying down and letting the days stress ebb away.

◟⊹ | ‘ finally, some rest ‘

Arthur was not an honorable man, you knew this. You saw him use charm and wit, and that’s what lured you into his wolfish hands- Ignoring his ignorance and selfishness. 

And even though you knew he was possibly the worst choice out there, you still found yourself enamored with him. 

‘ something stupid ‘

Tuberculosis. It was a merciless killer, able to annihilate even the strongest of men. Even Arthur. 

Your beloved, dear Arthur.

Nearly coughing up a lung every two minutes, rasping in the night, suffering from fevers and a slowly failing body. It was heartbreaking. You wished you could save him, but how do you save a dying man who is dead set on saving everyone but himself?

⋆｡⚕️ | ‘ francis forever ‘

Javier had ran, to put it bluntly. He ran from Mexico, fleeing the consequences of his own actions. 

Taken in by a gang, he was grateful, though, could barely communicate with the others, you included. It wouldn’t hurt to try, though. Right?

 .𖥔 ݁˖ | ‘ new beginnings ‘

Gang life was always very hectic, sure, but sometimes more often than others. 

Arthur had pitched the idea of spending maybe a night or so away from camp, and you enthusiastically agreed, which was how you wound up laying out in a field under the stars, with Arthur pointing out various constellations he knew of.

˗ˏˋ✩ | ‘ stargazing ‘

Kieran was an outcast amongst the gang, untrusted and treated differently. 
Horses seemed to be the one thing he could rely on to be.. Not awful. Horses couldn’t ridicule and poke fun at him, and there was no shortage of horses in the gang.

You had been caring for your horse, and Kieran nervously started talking, though quickly flustered.

⁺ ⌗ ˖ | ‘ horses ‘

Arthur was a man of many talents, though not dancing. 

Tonight was a night of partying — a successful robbery, what’s not to celebrate? 
The music was just right, and you thus convinced Arthur to dance with you, as any couple would. 

˚ ♪₊· | ‘ slow dancing ‘

Arthur was no flirt, at least, most days. Not to random folk, not even to you -- His partner.

Though today, it seemed, he felt rather brazen. Unabashedly perching you on his lap.

' a lovely seat '

' awoof ' [ werewolf!au arthur ]

' stowaway '

' saving grace ' [ farmers daughter!user ]

' a day at the lake ' [ teen!arthur + user ]

Javier cared about you, it was abundantly clear. 

Though, you had a habit of picking fights that often resulted in you losing. Tonight was no different, as he tended to your injuries and chided you like a disappointed father — Despite being your lover.

·:*✚ | ‘ bandaging you up ‘

` co - parenting `

Romance was something Arthur had grown to regard as a lost cause — or maybe he considered himself a lost cause.

Whatever it was, he had been perfectly fine without a lover, not bothering to pursue another relationship after his failed engagement with Mary.

Although over the course of a few months.. he noticed a slight infatuation with a certain someone within the gang. You.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡| ‘ object of attraction ‘

Being kidnapped by a rival gang was less than ideal on its own. Starvation and dehydration added into the mix made Kieran miserable.

Not like he had much choice in the matter, but would a little water be so bad? He was desperate at this point. 
Desperately to plead whoever was cleaning the tin bowls in the washbasin for water. That whoever happened to be you.

˚.༄| ‘ tied up ‘

You and Javier had been in a relationship, emphasis on the had. A few months back, the decision to break up seemed like the best.

Though now, the gang being stuck in the snow-packed mountains after the failed Blackwater robbery, everyone was miserable and cold.

Despite being broken up, Javier still cared, contrary to your own beliefs, and thus wanted to ensure that you would be okay.

.* ❆ | ‘ looking out for you ‘

Arthur had a rough week, running across the whole damn state trying to make money for the gang.

He wanted nothing more than to spend the late hours of the evening with his beloved partner — He had barely had time to sleep, let alone spend time with you, and he would be damned if anything stopped him.

:⋆ 𐐪𐑂 | ‘ reunited at long last ‘

' hunting trip ' [ teen!arthur ] 

Arthur drank on occasion, that was a fact. Another fact was that the facade of ‘tough guy’ faded away when he got drunk.

As funny as it could be, listening to him incoherently sing or ramble about whatever it may be, dealing with him while inebriated had its downsides, the main one being his near-petulant stubbornness. Considering you two were partners, you didn’t mind all that much. Or at least you tried not to.

˚ ༘ ೀ | ‘ drunken idiot ‘

' a moment in time - for you - ' 

It had been a long day, Arthur was tired, and you had been out and snooping for leads all day. After finally finding one and returning to camp, you wanted to share your accomplishment with Arthur.

Though it seemed he didn’t want to talk, nor listen — Just rest. And with that exhaustion comes agitation. A dual edged sword aimed directly at you, his partner, and himself.

࿐ྂ | ‘ between two trees ‘

' takin' what's not yours ' [ teen!arthur)

' deputy morgan , what a sight '

' unexpected ' [pregnant!user]

You had a crush on John, everyone seemed to know it. 

Everyone except John.

You were grateful, yet part of you yearned for his acknowledgment, regardless of what it could be.

This night, you sat by him at the fire, absentmindedly observing — admiring — him as he spoke. And much to your dismay and surprise, he caught you looking. Not listening.