Strolls back into camp with a buck strapped to the back of his horse. “We’re eating good tonight, folks!”

He never expects kindness from her, but he knows she loves him deep down. There’s a heart buried in there somewhere.

Flinches and reaches for his knife. “Jesus Christ!”

“You’ve got to give me some warning before shouting.” He chuckled as he put it away.

“Thanks, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He chuckled and lightly nudged her. “How have you been keeping?”

“Well you’re looking very well.” He smiled and nodded as he looked her up and down.

“It suits you, you’re like a fine wine, Charlotte, only getting better with age.” He smirked playfully.

“And why don’t you tell me?” He smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“Because I don’t like thinking, I thought you’d know that by now.”

"I always do." He smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her tight.

He was raised on a farm, digging is what he does best. And he brought his own shovel.

“Of course, where are my manners?” He smirked and pressed a firm kiss onto her lips.

“I knew you would.” He grinned and picked her up by her waist so she could wrap her legs around him.

“Wherever you want to go.” He smirked as adjusted his hold on her.

|| Dutch: We need a distraction! Mickey:

“Back to Ireland? You’d love it there.”

INTRODUCTION OF… Arthur Morgan (Teen Verse) “Ain’t much of a dreamer, but maybe I still got somethin’ worth holdin’ on to.” — Arthur Morgan, RDR2 (Teen Verse) — canon character — Semi-Literate — crossover and oc friendly — admin is (21+) — written by Dom, he/him — single ship

"I know you were all so lonely without me, but fear not, the 𝐣𝐨𝐲 is back in your lives!"