toastthief
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Warlock's rear admiral duties include preventing his boss from drunkenly confessing his crush on his boss at the navy officers' unofficial 4th of July party
“Come on, Arthur…”
Sean stumbled after him, boots skidding in the dirt, barely able to stay upright. The campfire crackled behind them, warm light spilling over the trees. Arthur kept walking, arms crossed tight over his chest, jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
“I just got back, y’know?” Sean whined, almost tripping over a root. “After them bastards took me— you missed me, admit it.”
Arthur sighed hard through his nose. “Jesus, kid. You’re like a damn tick. Ain’t even been back a whole day and you’re already clingin’ like a drunk pup.”
Sean didn’t even flinch at the words. If anything, he grinned bigger, that lopsided, cocky smile that somehow made Arthur’s guts twist into knots. His cheeks were flushed — partly from the whiskey, partly from something worse.
“You did miss me,” Sean said, sing-song, bumping his shoulder against Arthur’s. “C’mon, Arthur. Jus’ admit it. Say it. Say it.”
Arthur stopped dead in his tracks, growling low in his throat. “I ain’t sayin’ nothin’. Go bother someone else, damnit. You’re drunk as hell.”
Sean grabbed his sleeve and tugged — a desperate little pull. “Arthur, please.”
Arthur swore under his breath. He should shove him off. He should tell him to go sleep it off and stop makin’ a damn fool of himself.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he let Sean tug him off the trail, back behind the wagons where the firelight barely reached. It was quieter here, just the crickets and the far-off murmur of the others drinking and laughing. Sean pushed him up against a tree — not hard, but enough that Arthur could feel the heat of him, the way he was vibrating with nerves and booze and feeling.
“I missed you,” Sean said, lower now, more serious. His hands fisted in Arthur’s coat like he was afraid Arthur might slip away if he let go.
Arthur sighed again, but it came out softer this time. Almost a groan.
“You’re a damn fool,” he muttered.
Sean just smiled — a little more genuine now, a little less cocky. “Yeah, but I’m your fool, aren’t I?”
Arthur didn’t answer. He grabbed Sean’s face, rough and firm, and kissed him — messy, hard enough that their teeth clicked. Sean made a sound, surprised and pleased, hands scrambling to clutch at Arthur’s shirt.
“You’re so goddamn needy,” Arthur rasped against his mouth, voice rough and fond and miserable all at once.
“And you love it,” Sean breathed, grinning against his lips.
Arthur kissed him again, slower this time, one hand still cupped around Sean’s jaw, thumb brushing against the stubble there like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Sean leaned into him with a needy little sigh, chasing after the touch like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between them.
“You’re lucky I’m drunk too,” Arthur muttered against his mouth, voice low and rough. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be puttin’ up with this.”
Sean chuckled, breathless, his fingers twisting tighter in Arthur’s coat. “Bullshit,” he said, grinning against Arthur’s lips. “You’d’a come after me yourself if I didn’t drag you out here.”
Arthur grunted, neither confirming nor denying it, and grabbed Sean’s hips to steady him when he wobbled a little too much. Sean was practically melting against him, warm and heavy and just so damn much.
“You don’t even know what you’re askin’ for, kid,” Arthur said, barely above a whisper.
Sean nuzzled against his cheek, shameless and sweet. “I know what I want,” he said, hot breath brushing Arthur’s ear. “Want you. Missed you so much it hurt.”
Arthur froze for half a second — because it was too much, too raw — but Sean just looked up at him with those bright, earnest eyes and that stupid, crooked smile, and Arthur was helpless.
“Goddamn it,” he growled, and kissed Sean again, rougher this time, pushing him back against the tree. Sean made a desperate little noise, kissing him back with everything he had, like he was trying to make up for every hour he’d spent locked up and alone.
Arthur’s hands slid down to Sean’s hips, gripping them hard enough to bruise, and Sean laughed breathlessly into his mouth, like he couldn’t believe his luck. His fingers slid up Arthur’s chest, clumsy and eager, tugging at the buttons of his shirt like he wanted to get closer, closer still.
“Easy,” Arthur rasped, catching his wrists. “Ain’t doin’ nothin’ out here with the whole damn camp five feet away.”
Sean pouted — actual, honest-to-God pouted — and Arthur almost laughed. Almost.
“Later,” Arthur promised, voice low and rough as gravel. “You sober up a little. Then we’ll talk.”
Sean leaned his forehead against Arthur’s, eyes fluttering closed, still smiling. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Okay. Long as you stay.”
Arthur huffed a soft laugh and tightened his grip, holding Sean steady.
“I’m here,” he said gruffly. “Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
The camp had long since gone quiet. A few snores drifted from the tents, and the last embers of the fire glowed low and red.
Sean was still buzzing around Arthur like a damn moth to a flame, though — even after sobering up a bit. If anything, he was worse now. Touching him, grinning at him, bouncing on his heels like he had a secret he couldn’t keep.
Arthur grumbled under his breath when Sean tugged at his sleeve again, but he followed anyway, boots crunching soft on the dirt as they slipped away from camp.
“You are tiring, you know that?” Arthur muttered as they pushed deeper into the trees.
Sean just laughed, not the least bit discouraged. “You love it. Admit it, big man. You missed me dancin’ circles around ya.”
Arthur shoved him lightly — a hand to the back of the head, rough but almost fond. “Shut up,” he growled.
Sean stumbled a little, laughing harder, but when he turned around, his smile was sharper — hungrier. His eyes raked over Arthur, top to bottom, and it sent a bolt of heat straight through Arthur’s gut.
“You gonna kiss me again, Arthur?” Sean asked, voice low and teasing. “Or you just gonna scowl at me all night?”
Arthur’s jaw ticked. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He stepped forward, crowding Sean back against a tree, looming over him.
“You don’t ask for it,” Arthur said, voice dark, “you earn it.”
Sean grinned, sharp and wicked, like he’d won something. “Then teach me how, tough guy.”
Arthur didn’t give him the chance to be a little shit about it. He grabbed Sean by the front of his shirt, hauling him in and kissing him — hard, messy, nothing sweet about it. Sean gasped into his mouth, hands scrambling up Arthur’s chest, clawing at him like he wanted to climb inside his damn skin.
Arthur manhandled him without much ceremony, crowding him against the rough bark, sliding a knee between Sean’s legs to pin him there. Sean rolled his hips down with a shameless little groan, chasing friction, grinning even as he kissed Arthur back like his life depended on it.
“Goddamn,” Arthur muttered, breaking the kiss long enough to catch his breath. “You’re insufferable.”
“You love it,” Sean panted, rocking against him. “C’mon, Arthur. Want you—been waitin’ for you—”
Arthur gritted his teeth, pressed a rough kiss to Sean’s throat, biting down just enough to make him squirm and whine. His hands wandered without thinking — rough palms skating over Sean’s hips, his sides, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. Sean lived for it, gasping and laughing and mouthing at Arthur’s jaw in return.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, kid,” Arthur growled, sliding one hand down to cup him through his pants, squeezing slow and mean.
Sean jerked, hips bucking, a raw sound torn from his throat. “Then what a way to go, eh?” he managed between pants.
Arthur snorted, half a laugh, half a warning, before kissing him again — this time deeper, hungrier, grinding their bodies together until they were both breathing hard, losing what little patience they had left.
He didn’t let Sean have anything easy — made him work for it, kept control of the kiss, the pace, everything. Every time Sean got too eager, Arthur would grab his wrists, pin him harder, bite at his throat until he was panting and pliant again.
“You wanna act like a damn brat,” Arthur muttered against his ear, “you’re gonna get treated like one.”
Sean just moaned and grinned, the cocky little bastard.
Sean rutted against him, wild and desperate, his hands pawing at Arthur’s coat like he couldn’t get close enough. His breath came hot and fast against Arthur’s neck, whimpering little noises he didn’t even seem to know he was making.
Arthur growled low in his throat and shoved Sean harder against the tree, the bark scraping at his back through his shirt.
“Hold still,” Arthur barked, voice low and dangerous.
Sean only laughed, breathless and wrecked. “Make me,” he taunted, rolling his hips again.
Arthur’s patience snapped.
He grabbed Sean’s wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, holding him tight against the rough bark. Sean hissed at the sting but his hips bucked helplessly, chasing friction, chasing Arthur. His pupils were blown wide, lips kiss-bruised, hair a damn mess from where Arthur had been grabbing at it.
“You’re a damn nightmare,” Arthur muttered against his throat, biting down just enough to leave a mark.
“And you fuckin’ love it,” Sean gasped.
Arthur didn’t bother arguing. He freed Sean just long enough to yank open his belt, rough and impatient, fingers fumbling a little in his own urgency. Sean helped, clumsy with eagerness, laughing quietly every time their fingers brushed.
“Greedy little bastard,” Arthur rasped, palming Sean through his underwear, feeling the thick heat of him.
Sean groaned, hips jerking. “Arthur, c’mon—need you, need you—”
Arthur grunted and shoved Sean’s trousers down enough to get at him, wrapping a calloused hand around his cock and stroking him slow and hard. Sean gasped, throwing his head back against the tree, baring his throat in a way that made Arthur’s chest ache for reasons he didn’t want to examine.
“Fuck—” Sean bit his lip, trying to stay quiet even as his body jerked under Arthur’s hand. “God—you’re killin’ me—”
Arthur kept stroking him, slow and steady, hand rough, unforgiving. Every little noise Sean made went straight to Arthur’s cock, thick and aching inside his own pants, but he didn’t rush it. He wanted to watch Sean come apart first, wanted to see how badly Sean needed him.
Sean was shaking, eyes fluttering shut, hips fucking into Arthur’s fist helplessly. “Please,” he gasped, “Arthur, please—”
Arthur leaned in close, lips brushing Sean’s ear. “You finish for me, kid,” he said, voice a rough, low growl. “And maybe I’ll let you have me next.”
That was it — Sean shuddered hard, hips bucking once, twice, before he spilled hot and messy over Arthur’s hand with a broken moan, muffled against Arthur’s shoulder. His whole body sagged against the tree, boneless, wrecked.
Arthur didn’t let him go. He held him there a second longer, feeling him shake and gasp and cling.
When Sean finally blinked up at him, dazed and grinning like a fool, Arthur just shook his head and muttered, “Dumbass.” But there was no heat in it.
Sean laughed weakly, pressing a sloppy, grateful kiss to Arthur’s jaw. “Worth it,” he mumbled.
Arthur huffed a breath — half a laugh, half a surrender — and finally let him slide down to sit against the tree.
“You’re gonna owe me for this,” Arthur said, undoing his own belt with rough hands, voice low and dangerous.
Sean just grinned up at him, eyes bright and wicked even through the haze. “Anything you want, big man.”
Arthur smirked, dark and fond.
“Good.”
Sean sat slumped against the tree, still catching his breath, his shirt rumpled and half-untucked, trousers pushed down to his thighs. His cheeks were flushed deep pink, and his stupid grin hadn’t faded an inch.
Arthur finished buckling his belt, gruff and efficient, trying to pretend he wasn’t still aching for it. He wiped his hand off with a handkerchief, grumbling low under his breath.
Sean’s head lolled against the bark, but his bright eyes were still fixed on Arthur, sharp and hungry.
“My turn,” Sean said, voice rough and giddy.
Arthur shot him a look. “Your turn?” he rumbled.
Sean pushed himself upright, wobbly but determined. “Yeah, c’mere. S’always you takin’ care of me. Let me—” he licked his lips, grinning wider, “—return the favor.”
Arthur narrowed his eyes. “You’re half-drunk and all the way stupid.”
Sean just cackled and grabbed for him anyway, hooking fingers in Arthur’s belt loops and dragging him closer with surprising strength.
“C’mon, Arthur,” he purred, voice dropping into a low, teasing drawl. “Lemme be good for ya.”
Arthur grunted, but he didn’t move away. Didn’t stop Sean when he slid down onto his knees in the dirt, looking up at him with that wild, mischievous gleam.
“You’re a damn menace,” Arthur muttered.
Sean just grinned wider, hands fumbling at Arthur’s belt, undoing it with clumsy fingers. Arthur should’ve stopped him — the whole damn camp was just a few hundred yards away — but when Sean looked up at him like that, pupils blown wide, freckles flushed dark across his cheeks, Arthur’s willpower cracked clean down the middle.
Sean freed him from his trousers and gave an appreciative little whistle.
“Big fella,” he said, practically beaming. “No wonder you’re so grumpy all the time. Must be a burden, haulin’ this thing around.”
Arthur barked a low laugh before biting down on it, rolling his hips forward just enough to brush against Sean’s eager mouth.
“You gonna keep talkin’, kid,” Arthur growled, “or you gonna do somethin’ useful?”
Sean’s grin turned filthy.
Without another word, he licked a slow, teasing stripe up the underside of Arthur’s cock, pausing at the tip to swirl his tongue around it like he had all the damn time in the world. Arthur hissed through his teeth, one hand coming down heavy on Sean’s messy red hair, holding him steady.
Sean took him in slow at first — too slow — eyes bright and playful even as he hollowed his cheeks around him. Arthur groaned low, hips jerking forward involuntarily. Sean made a pleased little sound, like he liked getting manhandled, and started working him in earnest — fast, greedy, messy.
Arthur’s hand tightened in his hair, grounding himself.
“Christ,” Arthur muttered, voice rough and tight. “Ain’t no damn patience in you, is there?”
Sean pulled off with a wet pop, panting, grinning up at him, chin slick. “Patience is for cowards,” he said proudly, before diving back down again, taking him deeper this time, until Arthur felt his knees damn near buckle.
Arthur bit down on a groan, his free hand bracing against the tree behind Sean’s head, trying not to fuck into that hot, eager mouth too hard. But Sean made it damn difficult, moaning around him, hands clutching at Arthur’s thighs, desperate and unashamed.
It didn’t take long — it couldn’t, not with Sean looking up at him like that, drunk on it, drunk on him — and Arthur finally lost it, hips jerking once, twice, before he spilled down Sean’s throat with a low, wrecked growl.
Sean swallowed every drop, messy and eager, licking his lips like he couldn’t stand to waste a drop. Arthur leaned heavily against the tree, trying to catch his damn breath.
When Sean finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked ridiculously pleased with himself.
“Good, wasn’t it?” he said smugly.
Arthur let out a broken, breathless laugh, still trying to recover. “You’re insufferable,” he rasped.
Sean beamed, crawling up into Arthur’s lap like a damn stray cat, hands sliding under Arthur’s coat to feel his chest.
“Yeah,” Sean said, pressing his nose against Arthur’s throat, “but you like me anyway.”
Arthur sighed, a long-suffering sound, but he didn’t push him off. He just wrapped an arm around Sean’s waist, holding him there against the tree, while the night spun slow and lazy around them.
Maybe he did like him anyway.
The little bastard.
Arthur shoved Sean lightly ahead of him, trying to get him to shut up and walk straight as they stumbled back toward camp. Sean was still riding high, practically vibrating with smugness, flashing that big idiot grin like he’d won a goddamn prize.
“Shut up,” Arthur muttered under his breath, elbowing him.
Sean just laughed, way too loud for the hour, and stage-whispered, “You’re just mad ’cause I got you to make all them pretty noises, big man.”
Arthur grit his teeth, cheeks burning under his beard. “I will knock you flat on your ass if you don’t shut it,” he growled.
But it was too late — they were already in the edge of the firelight. A few of the gang were still up: Bill, Javier, Uncle — playing a lazy hand of cards and drinking the last of the evening whiskey. They all looked up as Arthur and Sean came bumbling back in.
Sean swaggered, all puffed up like a damn rooster. Arthur tried to slouch behind him, shoulders hunched, scowling deep enough to scare off a bear.
Didn’t help.
Bill took one look at them and barked a laugh. “Well, well, well,” he said loud enough for the whole damn county to hear. “*Look who got himself rode hard and put up wet.”
Sean whooped, spinning around to walk backwards so he could wink at Arthur.
“Tired ya out, didn’t I, big fella?” he crowed.
Arthur glared daggers at him. “I swear to God, Sean—”
Then a shadow loomed out of the darkness.
Dutch.
Leaning casual against one of the wagons, arms crossed, cigar glowing at the corner of his mouth. He had that look in his eye — the one that made Arthur’s stomach sink and his chest ache all at once.
Dutch smirked wide enough to show teeth.
“Ah,” he said, voice warm and slow. “I see Mr. MacGuire has been… keepin’ you busy, my boy.”
Arthur groaned under his breath. “Christ Almighty.”
Dutch just opened his arms, that familiar, slow, knowing smile on his face.
Without even thinking about it, Arthur shuffled right into him, head ducked low, letting Dutch fold him up in a big, crushing hug. Dutch clapped him hard on the back, a low chuckle rumbling out of his chest.
“There he is,” Dutch murmured. “My good, hard-workin’ boy.”
Arthur grumbled something under his breath that might’ve been a curse, might’ve been a laugh — even he wasn’t sure — but he didn’t pull away. Just stood there a second, breathing in the warm smoke-and-leather smell of Dutch’s coat, the solid weight of him.
Behind them, Sean was catching hell.
Bill was cackling. “Took ya long enough, Maguire. Thought you’d die a virgin!”
Uncle wheezed, “Poor Arthur, he didn’t know what he was signin’ up for!”
Even Javier was laughing, shaking his head and muttering something in Spanish that made the others laugh harder.
Sean just beamed, throwing both arms wide like he was king of the damn camp. “Worth it!” he shouted. “Best damn ride of my life!”
Arthur made a low, pained noise against Dutch’s shoulder.
“You hearin’ this?” he muttered.
“I hear it,” Dutch said, chuckling deep. “Sounds like you’ve been properly appreciated, son.”
Dutch’s hands slid slow up his back, cradling him firm, one hand settling at the nape of Arthur’s neck.
“C’mon, my boy,” Dutch murmured, voice low and coaxing. “Let’s get you somewhere quiet.”
Arthur just nodded into him.
Dutch led him without fuss into his tent — private, dark, warm — and sat back heavy onto his cot, tugging Arthur right down onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Arthur straddled him without thinking, knees bracketing Dutch’s hips, heavy arms winding around Dutch’s neck as he pressed his face into his shoulder, just breathing him in. Letting everything else fall away.
Dutch smiled against Arthur’s temple, stroking big, slow hands up and down his back.
“Aw,” he said, teasing but fond. “Poor thing. Mr. MacGuire wore you clean out, didn’t he?”
Arthur grunted against him, muffled.
“Always yours,” Arthur muttered, voice rough and quiet. “Just say the word. I’ll do it. I mean… I probably won’t get it up, but I can still have you. If you want.”
Dutch huffed a soft laugh, low in his chest.
“No, no,” Dutch said, running his fingers slow through Arthur’s hair, so gently that Arthur practically melted against him. “That’s no fun if you’re half dead on your feet, son.”
Arthur breathed out a shaky little sound, almost a laugh, letting his weight sag even heavier into Dutch. Just letting himself be held.
Dutch tilted his head, thumb stroking slow over Arthur’s cheekbone, and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth — soft, coaxing.
Arthur shifted, letting Dutch guide him, and kissed him back slow, open-mouthed and sweet, no urgency to it. Just lazy warmth, the two of them sinking into each other like they had all the time in the world.
Dutch kept petting his hair, slow and steady, like he couldn’t get enough of the feel of it under his palm. Arthur leaned into the touch, pliant and trusting, making little low noises against Dutch’s lips.
“Good boy,” Dutch murmured against his mouth. “You’re always mine.”
Arthur hummed, the sound low in his throat, fingers curling tighter in the lapels of Dutch’s coat.
I need a biker AU where Arthur is the oily smelly dangerous outlaw biker, and Albert is the spotlessly clean soft Professor of Zoology who has never been near a motorbike before, and after bonding over mutual love of the wilderness, they fall in love and do kissing
Perfect scene for Albert's first time riding, clinging to Arthur like he's about to die, while Arthur is gunning it down an empty highway. (And then Albert sees a condor and screams at Arthur to stop so he can get a photograph 😭)
also Jack has a pedal powered toy motorbike
Arthur: He tossed a few drinks together, poured it out, and made you drink it? How was it?
Albert: Disgusting.
Bartender: That’s not what you said.
Albert: No, because you were there.
Bartender: Well, I’m here now.
Albert: *gesturing to Arthur* But I’m next to my big man.
Fuck you *turns your red dead boys into ponies*
When life gives you a little brother…
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Ibis paint has become unusable so i experimented w procreate, honestly i use to hate procreate but i think that was just a skill issue on my part
One of my favourite bits of foreshadowing where the blind man says "run from the seeker"
Dutch is one of the best characters ever fight me
what is it about arthur morgan that makes lesbians, trans men and asexuals go crazy
Do you guys think that Arthur knows how to make flower crowns?
Because I think when Tilly joined the camp, she was already hurt by the people around. She wasn't a child, she was a survivor.
And I think Arthur being in late teens/early twenties, while being a brute and a criminal, somehow he saw that Tilly wasn't happy. And while he would rather be out hunting, he sat down with her. He took her with him around. In those moments, he didn't treat her like a woman, he treated her like a girl. Like a teenage girl that wants to do dumb stuff. That wants to talk about pointless things, about her dreams, about a book she read. Who wanted to annoy her older brother just because. And he gave her that space, to be a younger sister.
And that's why he knows how to make flower crowns, he had to learn for Tilly.
I've been thinking about rdr2 atla au and just mkay hear me out:
RDR2 AS THE PLOT OF ATLA (+ A ROUGH PLOT)
John: The fucking Avatar, left the temple when he realised, walked the land, when he realised war was about to start he wanted to fly back to the air temple, the storm caught him on his way. Very mad that he is the avatar but also really wants to kick firelords ass, just doesn't know if he is capable enough.
Arthur: The adoptive son of the southern water tribe chief, a firebender but keeps it a secret bcs FUCK FIRE NATION. Knows the ways of the water tribe and is pretty mad the chief left him and Charles here. At the beginning of the series he only knows basic firebending- his technique is very much akin to waterbending (WHICH ALSO MEANS eventually mf will have no problem with lightning bending wink wink) Finds John with Charles while fishing.
Charles: Biological son of the southern water tribe chief and will soon be the new one, with Arthur they are true brothers ALSO he knows Arthur is a firebender. Takes him out to fish regularly to calm both their minds, is also frustrated their father didn't take them with but also understands someone has to protect their tribe. Waterbender, knows basic healing. (The idea is that their father had Charles quite young therefore while he is old, that man is STRONG AF like yes grey hair but also just an incredible water bender, he took in Arthur as a young child/toddler).
Dutch: Zuko and Azula in one. A firebender and a firenation ex-general, kicked out because he spoke out of line. His punishment is looking for the avatar because the firelord knows it's a goose chase. At this point he wants to find an avatar AND overthrow the firelord. (Don't worry Hosea I have a plan).
Hosea: You know he is the uncle Iroh, firebender ofc. Dutchs bestfriend, goes to look for avatar with him, because of that he is no longer a general. Did attack Ba Sing Se, failed and his wife died during. Conflicted on the war, connected with spirit world, taught Dutch his techniques, protective over his and Dutchs soldiers.
Mary Linton: Princess of the northern water tribe, TURNS INTO THE MOON, poor Arthur.
Sadie Adler: Firenation killed her husband, earthbender and is the one to teach John earthbending.
Javier Esquella and Bill Williamson: Send after avatar by firelord, their tactic is to befriend John, end up being conflicted if they want to turn him in or let him kill the firelord
Micah: the firelord- no, I'm kidding, but the guy that got appointed into Dutchs place. When the word spreads that avatar is back and the firelord realises Javier and Bill aren't as efficient as he thought, he hires Micah to find and catch the avatar. At some point teams up with Dutch.
THE ROUGH STORY (i choose to age down the rdr2 characters and subsequently age up their character forms in atla)
Young John is raised at the temple by the air nomads. He is pretty fiesty and overall not a great student, but the monks know he is the avatar. When John finds out, he is very conflicted and unsure of himself. He gets intense airbending training, but because he is not a very well mannered student, they decide to send him away to continue his training (they know war is in the air). John, overwhelmed, runs away and walks the land for few years, somehow managing to never be found. As a young adult, he realises how bad everything is and goes back. He finds his sky bison still waiting, surviving in a cave. Guilt sets in and he flies off, but gets caught in a storm AND FROZEN.
100 years later, Arthur and Charles are the only two men who didn't go with the others to war. They go out fishing and because Arthur is frustrated (they didn't get a message from their father for a long time), Charles suggest him trying some firebending to "blow out steam". It gets out of hand and their ship burns, melting some of the ice. And so they see John and get him and his bison out of the ice. The explosion alerts nearby Dutch and Hosea. But worry not, John kicks their asses.
John, Charles and Arthur start their way to the northern water tribe. Arthur tags along because he thinks that when John finds a firebending master, he could finally learn something new. In the north, Arthur has a romance with Mary, but who turns into the moon while saving the moon spirit. Dutch and Hosea do catch John for a while, but he gets saved by the others. In the end, he and Charles learn new waterbending from the waterbending master.
In a village near Omashu they find Sadie, a strong earthbender and a widow whose husband was killed by the firenation. She agrees to teach John earthbending. They also find the kyoshi island, where Susan, Karen, Tilly and Mary-Beth promise to help if the avatar ever needs it.
During their time they have Dutch and Hosea on their tails but also Javier and Bill. Their tactic on befriending them ends up causing Javier (because he is a way stronger firebender than Bill) to teach John firebending. But the learning is not finished when a huge fight happens between them all AND Micah, who starts it. Javier and Bill show their true colours, so it's Dutch, Micah, Bill and Javier againts Arthur, Charles, John and Sadie. Hosea (at that point againts firelord), gets killed by John when he is in the avatr state. It ends with John being hurt while in avatar state.
Now on the run, John, Charles, Arthur and Sadie end up on a small island in the sea around the north. There he gets healed by a waterbender aka Abigail.
Sozins commet is close and so the final fight comes. John againts the firelord, Arthur and Charles againts Dutch (agni kai, Arthur is able to send back Dutchs lightning), Sadie and Charles againts Micah (they find out Javier and Bill never came back to the firenation, instead they deserted).
In the end John comes back to the island and finds out Abigail is pregnant (cough cough they had a one night stand) and so he spends most of his time there. ALSO PLOT TWIST WHY WAS ARTHUR SUCH A POWERFUL FIREBENDER WELL HE IS RELATED TO THE ROYAL FAMILY and so by some paperwork lies he becomes the new king (during their travels they find more firebenders who helo him with ruling + his father helps). Sadie stays with Arthur mainly just to look for excuses to kill- I mean be mean to ex-firenation soldiers. Charles is now the chief of the southern water tribe and when he and John have time, they look for any airbenders that could leave the temples and survive in hiding.
the pinkertons must have been so annoyed when looking for arthur because can you imagine you're hunting this outlaw down, not only to find out that he's been giving his name out freely to strangers but he's also been helping these strangers as each one sings his praises
For about a year this phrase has been trending on Chinese internet: "This family is going to fall apart without me." And dare I say it is very Arthur Morgan core
people that say Arthur and John hated each other were not playing the same Red Dead i did. i don't think they even disliked each other.
like there’s concern on Arthur’s face when he hands John off to Javier once they find him. sure he's being a smart ass the whole time, but the second John's back is to him, he's got these damn puppy eyes.
at the start of Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? Arthur's checking on John. the only people in the cabin are Swanson, John, and Arthur. they have a few lines of dialog before Dutch comes barging in, A: "You're still here, then?" J: "I owe you." A: "And you'll pay me...but for the moment, just rest." there was literally no venom in Arthur's greeting to John. like at all. was it sarcastic? sure. but that's all it was. and the way Arthur says just rest is so damn soft. i would have loved more than three lines of dialog between them, but alas. Dutch. just found it of note that Arthur will check up on John, but only when there's no one else around. can't let the others know he still cares about that dumbass.
some of their exchanges can be read as "mean-spirited", but i think Arthur is just...kind of mean. every time Arthur takes a jab, John ignores it and continues their conversation like it's normal. i think that's just how John and Arthur interact. which honestly makes sense for two guys that have known each other for ~15 years.
Arthur is a grouchy bastard for the whole duration of Paying a Social Call, and John even comments to Kieran that if Arthur treats his friends like this, imagine how he treats his enemies. i think Arthur was acting like a banty and puffing out his chest to intimidate Kieran more than anything.
BUT (ok this may be a reach here) Arthur didn't deny him and John being friends, which is something Arthur has absolutely no issue correcting if he feels differently. and here would have been an opportune moment to get one last jab in on John, but he didn't. it was almost like John and Arthur were playing off of each other in the moment: Arthur throws the initial punch, John brushes it off, instead of changing the subject/tone to more joking—Arthur keeps going, John does get a little heated but then makes the remark about friends and enemies. it felt like a show, ooh look how big and bad our enforcer is.
i think the best display of their relationship is the mission The Sheep and the Goats.
John could have gotten Javier, Bill, hell maybe even Hosea to rustle some sheep, but he chose Arthur.
there's a bit of a power play between them the whole time, John is being cagey and evasive about what exactly the plan is, and at the first opportunity Arthur is taking control over the job.
they argue, but it's short lived and neither seem to put much heart into it. Arthur even voices something that could be seen as doubt in Dutch's abilities to John. J: "Dutch says that we—" A: "Dutch says a lot. Now, that's his gift...saying things." J: "Oh yeah? What do you mean by that?" A: "I was the prize pony once, now I'm the workhorse. Listen. Dutch is...but...but, well...you was at that thing in Blackwater."
overall the job goes smoothly. they work well together. even when dealing with the man at the stockyards they work well together. Arthur tries to throw his weight around, and John shuts him down before Arthur can push a little too hard.
i've said it before, but the scene where Cornwall's men have Strauss and John, the way John looks to Arthur—gets me every time. there's irritation on John's face, but not panic. he trusts that Arthur won't let him die.
idk i think a lot of it is that Arthur is the ultimate grudge holder. and i think that John turning tail and running made Arthur face the fact that he isn't any better than John. Arthur was a garbage father, that did pretty much the same thing. only Eliza and Isaac didn't have an entire gang to fall back on, it was probably just her providing and the few bucks Arthur would give her every couple of months.
with how comfortable Abigail is with asking Arthur for things with Jack, i would assume Arthur took on a role that could loosely be labeled "father" in John's absence (and i doubt any of the other men [except Hosea] would be willing to do that).
ok i got off track.
i never felt like their relationship or interactions were anything other than sarcastic banter between old friends. old friends that aren't as close as they used to be, but still they trust each other with their lives.
there might be a little rivalry between them, but i think it's mostly because they're both stubborn, arrogant bastards. and i'm sure Dutch helped fan the flame with their rivalry when it suited him, shifting his favor from Arthur to John.
there's a rift there, and Arthur doesn't let John forget it. John can hardly get a thank you out when Arthur helps him get Jack back, so something like an apology/heart to heart with Arthur is out of the realm of possibility. so they're stuck in this awkward in-between.
friends, but not really. close, but not too close. rivals, but only on the surface.
sometimes you need a break from sad and need to imagine modern au gang having a nice picnic in which they did not invite dutch or micah (who is convincing dutch hes being betrayed right now)im thinking
dutch: they’re probably all out there now…talking to those agents…taking the bribes…
then the camera cuts to arthur sketching bill and cain, who are playing at the other side of the field
hosea is aggressively applying sunscreen to sean because he wont put it on himself
lenny is reading and accidentally eating all the baby tomatoes that are meant for sandwiches
tilly and marybeth are making daisy chains while karen is asleep
john and jack are also asleep and john has wrapped his arms around jack, whos on his chest (abigail has taken 105 pictures and counting). they’ll be knocked out the whole time, they ate so much cookies and cheese and chips/crisps and cakes and sandwiches it was inevitable.
charles is laying on arthur and watching him sketch. hes not asleep though, hes just resting his eyes, trust me.
molly applied her sunscreen and is now getting the tan she deserves. she wonders why she feels so much calmer without dutch there.
there were horses in the nearby field so. you know what kierans up too.
after being attacked with sunscreen (hes irish and ginger, its for his own good) seans making his eighth sandwich with all the toppings. hes also telling everyone about when him and his da would go for picnics, and they find it quite wholesome so they dont stop him until he gets tearful.
sadie is eating strawberries and praying a horse kicks kieran or the farmer shoots him.
javier brought his guitar but hes eating, so he’ll play later. he cant even tell a story because his mouth is full of so much cookie.
miss grimshaw is protecting the food with her life from the pesky ants, seans legs when he constantly gets up and down, and lenny.
strauss is making the most ungodly food combos, he also had a picnic 20-30 years ago that ended in absolute trauma, so he’ll be sure to fill the gang in on that. lovely change from seans story.
uncle wasn’t invited. hes asleep somewhere in the field because he came anyway. he also took a box of cookies. (arthur thinks hes going crazy because he swore he bought another box but its nowhere to be found)
reverend is admiring the scenery, he finds it a good distraction for the early days of staying sober.
abigail is playing photographer for her kind of big instagram following shes not meant to have.
Young Morbell with O’Driscoll boy Micah :]
Im actually obsessed with these two, like I can’t go more than an hour, tops, w/o thinking abt them.
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soft idea: Arthur learns to braid and practices on the boys at camp (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ
also bonus micah at the end
Vampires are sleek demons for good times
(some say the van der linde gang is run by the devil himself, hard to find and harder to kill, with an appetite bigger than us all combined)
As the world emerges into the 21st century, newspaper articles are printed about the downfall of the legendary Van der Linde gang, one of a dwindling number of outlaw gangs remaining in America. The articles tell how Dutch's Boys were pursued from West Elizabeth all the way out to New Hanover and Lemoyne, the chase finally ending in a place called Beaver Hollow. They list the men who were taken down in the gang's last months, as well as the ones left unaccounted for, warning law-abiding citizens to be vigilant for signs of these dangerous men.
Most of the populace reading these articles either don't pay much mind to the news, or regard it merely as something new to gossip about with their peers. But there are others who find it means far more, as they read one name among the rest: Arthur Morgan.
A man reading the paper in a hotel room before he meets with a gallery owner about his latest showing remembers a wry man who chased coyotes, lured alligators, and herded horses to fuel his dream.
A widow in the safety of her mountain cabin remembers a man who saw her at her lowest and offered a hand, who taught her to hunt and kept her company over a meal.
A young couple far away in Boston remember a man who carried their letters, and faced down their families to give them a chance at freedom.
They're not alone, others sprinkled across the country who recognize the name as being attached to a man who changed their lives despite how briefly he was in it. A man with a past he was never entirely proud of, but one who managed to leave behind a legacy that others could be nonetheless.
behold. my collection of arthur morgan doodles i kept telling myself i would post (some of these are almost a month old now)
Abigail: Arthur, John is missing you need to go save him.
Dutch: Arthur, Micah is in prison and about to be hanged you need to go save him.
Trelawny: Arthur, Sean is being transported to be executed, we need to go save him.
Ms Grimshaw: Arthur, Tilly has been kidnapped we need to go save her.
Dutch: Hmm it would appear that Arthur has gone missing after a sketchy parley with my sworn enemy that we all agreed was an obvious trap.
Dutch:……
Camp:…….
Dutch: Eh, whatever. Im sure he’s fine.
Sean: As ya best friend...
Arthur: You're not my best friend, Charles is my best fri-
Sean: AS YOUR BEST FRIEND
Ghost Rider Au
So this plot bunny was born due to @mrskrazy amazing Ghost Rider drawing of Arthur. Don’t know if I will ever write this, but feel free to add or write about this au, also big thanks to @deputyoneill for helping me flesh out this idea. Also bear with me, I’ve been trying to make heads or tails of Ghost Rider lore and it is so damn confusing, if I get something wrong please correct me, but no hate.
So this au starts six months before blackwater, job. It all started late one night when John and Arthur are riding back from a successful job, the pair come to a crossroads and at the crossroads is the Stranger. The stranger makes a comment about how wonderful a job Arthur has been doing, doing all these deeds that would send his soul straight to hell. Arthur and John are confused as fuck, and try to attack the Stranger but, it doesn’t work. The Stranger simply says that’s it time for Arthur to come with him. Arthur falls to the ground in pain, and John in a moment of fear and panic falls to his knees next to Arthur and states that he loves him, the Stranger glares daggers at John and says something about how he can’t take Arthur soul to hell, but he could do something else. Again Arthur and John look confused at the man, and the man says that if he can’t take Arthur soul, then Arthur will collect the souls for him. The Stranger held up a ball of fire and tossed it Arthur. The man started to scream out of pain, and then he started to transform. The Stranger says that when it’s dark or if he’s in the presence of evil the rider will come and he will collect the souls of the damned. With that the Stranger is gone, and Arthur is now a flaming skeleton.
It takes months for John and Arthur to get use to this new form and powers. At the start John and Arthur would rush out of camp, before night came. (One time they forgot and to there shock Arthur didn’t transform.) And then blackwater happened, and Arthur has to will himself from turning when they save Sadie. And then Micah, gets arrested in strawberry. Arthur goes but he doesn’t want to. And then it happens, after Micah is freeded, he turns. Much to shock, horror and fear of everyone. And then it hits Arthur, he looks at Micah who is looking at him with the fear of God in his eyes, and due to the riders powers he can see every sin that Micah had committed. And then it hits Arthur it was Micah who betrayed them at blackwater and had plans to turn Dutch in. Arthur in a fit of rage used the Penance Stare to kill Micah. And then he turns back, the lawmen could stare in horror, and Arthur flees. He lies to Dutch, telling him that Micha was hung. Dutch was not happy, but with Micha gone the gang seemed more at ease.
You and me, we’re more ghosts than people…
So basically…. Ghost Rider Arthur Morgan…. Been working on this on and off lately… And its DONE..!! God I’m so proud of this. Boys this LIGHTING. It KILLED me. But it came out SO GOOD. Enjoy guys!!
Cringe culture is dead, I’m drawing the famous video game cowboys together. Even if they’re from entirely different games and eras.
(Moment for just Arthur 🤌)
I think we need to normalize more aroace Daring headcanons and QPR Daring ships
Imagine if you got wrongfully stuck in the world's worst, most psychologically torturous solitary confinement prison on complete accident without anybody knowing you ended up there and being completely unable to ask for help or even see yourself and the only reason you escaped is because of an accident that you're not even given a moment to process cause now you need to fulfill your entire life's mission only to fail and realize everything you've ever been told is a lie and you have no time to process that either since you need to take down your world's biggest villain and even after that you have to go back to pretending like it never happened and you have no idea how or even who to talk about it to because you've never been given the space to be genuinely emotionally vulnerable with anyone wouldn't that be fucked up or what