Playing Dangerous ? ||RDR2 // Arthur Morgan X Reader||

A/N: A word of warning this will contain SMUT at the end so if you get triggered by that sort of stuff then I would just skim on through.

Alsoooo – I don't want to kick everyone in the feelings like Rockstar does sksksks. Amazing characters' who we lost at certain points in the story are all still alive in this fic. Nobody dies. Everyone is happy. Amen.

That's all I wanted to say – please enjoy x

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'I've got a burning desire
for you, baby'

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The low light of the afternoon subdued in the evening, the last burnt orange hues lingering at the pocket of the horizon whilst the purplish-blues of the impending nightfall threatened to take their hold.

You had been inside most of the afternoon, unpacking your things and making yourself at home. Arthur had insisted that you stay with him in his room – partially because there was little space elsewhere in the house and also for the rather obvious fact he wanted to be with you.

Sliding your new empty cases on top of the small cupboard unit, you could hear the music already outside. Laughter rang loudly as did the songs, causing a giddy smile to stain itself on your face. It was intended to be your party after all, so you decided there was no better time to make your way down there and finally get around to saying your hellos' to old friends.

Following the sharp junctions of the creaky steep staircase, you reached the bottom stop and then rounded to an imminent left – which took you out of the back door of the manor house and directly into the back garden where the party seemed to be in full swing.

You were glad for the shawl you had wrapped around your shoulders, as the air was a little chill around you now – not that it did anything to spoil your mood as your eyes absorbed the wonderful sight of seeing everyone so happy.

Hugging the knitted fabric around your shoulders, you made your way over the where everyone was gathered – in the central area just around the campfire. The moment you stepped out from the shadows and towards the ambient light of the fire, you were welcomed with a loud chorus of joyous noise.

"There she is!" Karen cried, making her way over to you with a glass full of a liquid that clearly was neat alcohol. The blonde haired woman smirked as she shoved the glass into your hand, seeing the sceptical look on your face.

"It's Gin, sweetie." She scoffed playfully, "Just drink up, I promise you'll have a real good time."

You replied a short thank you and took the smallest sip of the alcohol that was pungent in it's scent – it smelt like a chemical rather than a drink. But with a few timid sips, you were eventually able to get some more of the liquid down into your system.

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The first half an hour or so, you spent talking to people around the campfire. It was nice to catch up, to be able to give old friends a warm hug and relish with yourself at the fact this was your home.

Chatting to Abigail, Jack sat on your lap – you were laughing and joking with the woman as if you had never even left the camp. The pair of you had always got on like a house on fire, and Abigail felt much like a big sister to you.

Arms wrapped around Jack tightly, you were soon aware of a shadow that blockaded the fire's dreamy light – and it forced to look up and see Dutch standing there. In confusion your eyes fleeted over the gang leader, until you noticed the hand extended out to you.