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isaadleer · 3 months ago

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misunderstanding

Sumary: Young Arthur and you are good friends until you catch feelings for him, maybe was a good idea to forget him with another man, or not. Warning!¡:, fluff¿. nothing’ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader, Jealous Arthur.

It's been some time since you've been going to the town, but this time not for camp supplies, but to meet your new interest, Jerry Clinton, who works at the town’s post office. His skin is tanned with some freckles on his face, his eyes as green as grass, and his hair is brown like yours. To your surprise, Clinton doesn’t mind your social status or your company, meaning the grim outlaws you hang out with. However, his colleagues are quite the opposite; their looks say more than repulsive words.

The only people you've ever loved were Michael, a cute boy you had a crush on as a child and your first kiss. And certainly, Arthur. How much you love him, or loved him, how much you wished for something you couldn’t have or perhaps gave up on something that made you happy.

Your friendship with Arthur has always been very important to you, and to him too; it varied from deep conversations around the campfire to silly jokes and teasing between you two. Maybe it was the age, 18 and 20, or because you made each other happy. And so it continues, the only difference being that he doesn’t know you love him. Loved.

On a sunny morning, with birds singing in tune with your thoughts, you decide to go to town to see Jerry, but you are unfortunately or fortunately interrupted by Arthur on your way.

"Hey! Where are you going?" he questioned, blocking your way to your horse.

"To town, why?" you questioned him back, looking deeply into his eyes, impatient

Arthur was wearing a blue shirt, his typical black bandana, and the hat he’s worn since you met him, the one you like a lot.

“I bet you’re hiding something from me, always having a reason to go to town,” he said, suspicious of your trips.

“Maybe because it’s none of your business!” you exclaimed, continuing to walk and ignoring his presence.

You’ve fantasized so much about what your life would be like with Arthur, loved so much, talked so much, that sometimes you easily get annoyed by his complaints.

All that dirt dirtying your boots, your hair blowing in the wind, your skirt too tight, but of course, what’s really bothering you isn’t that, it’s Arthur trying to meddle in your life. You wanted him to meddle in your life, oh how you wanted it, but not this way.

"Why did you stay out so late yesterday?" he persisted, now walking alongside you.

“I was- was at the general store, buying some stuff…” you quickly replied, trying to explain.

“I know when you’re lying, stop it, tell the truth!” he said harshly, blocking your way, preventing you from getting on the horse.

“Let me get on the horse, Arthur,” you said in a low tone, already losing patience with his questions.

“No, until you tell me why you’re going to town, I won’t let you go anywhere,” he said, looking straight into your eyes.

Arthur was sometimes hard to understand, why does he care so much about this now? Only now?

Ignoring the fact that he’s an outlaw, a murderer, and much taller than you, “You don’t have to let anything; I’ll do what I please.”

Arthur continued to look at you in silence, and after a few seconds, you realized you wouldn’t go anywhere unless you said something.

"I'm just going to talk to a friend, that’s all." You said, lowering the tone that was high before, with a bit of shame.

He noticed your cheeks, which were pale before, turning pink in the blink of an eye.

“What do you need to talk to him?” He frowned and crossed his arms defensively.

“Really, Arthur? You need to know what I’m going to talk to him about?” you teased him, mocking his questions.

“I don’t care…” he suddenly changed his mind, which was unexpected. “Person… Person needs supplies for the camp.” He changed the subject.

“And?” You asked, in a hurry to get to town, not understanding what this had to do with you.

“We should go now; you need to help the camp, you know that, right sweetheart?” he said sarcastically.

“Don’t call me that, and, I do help with the camp, Arthur.” Chills ran through your whole body when he called you that, wanting to deny it, but deep down, you wanted it to be true.

“Let’s go then,” he said, guiding you to the wagon. “Or maybe you enjoy his company more than mine,” He offered a hand to help you onto the wagon.

“Don’t make me say it,” you replied, laughing, accepting his help.

The journey was calm despite all the recent confusion; you talked normally as good friends do.

But your mind is on only one thing, how would you talk to Jerry in the presence of dear Arthur? Maybe you should lose Arthur, or maybe lose Jerry and enjoy Arthur’s company. Lost in your thoughts, you are awakened by the noise of the town, people talking, working, horses walking, wagons moving, construction, all that, even though you often come to town, you don’t really like.

“Why do you need to dress up? Are you trying to impress someone else?” Arthur suddenly said after a short silence. With eyes narrowing with a sharp, intense stare.

“What-” your cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “I’m not…” you touched your warm cheeks.

“You’re looking like tomato sauce now,” He said, giving a fake laugh, looking at you, trying to lighten the mood.

“Stop it, Arthur!” you shouted at him.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” He parked the wagon. “We’ve arrived.”

“Thank god!” you said, getting out of the wooden wagon, feeling your butt almost turn square from sitting for so long.

“Let’s go to the general store, after that, you’re free,” he said.

So you both entered the store, immediately smelling the scent of fresh fruits like apples and pears, which are your favorites.

“Smells so good…” you said softly to yourself. But Arthur looked at you smiling; he probably heard you.

Person’s list was huge, taking quite a while to box all the supplies. To carry to the wagon, you picked up one of the boxes, lifting it to shoulder height. The box was heavier than you thought, causing you to let out a small sound of surprise.

“Let me carry that for you,” Arthur said after watching your struggle, placing his hands around the box.

Your faces were so close to each other that you could feel Arthur’s breath, his eyes penetrating yours. Your heart started to beat faster than usual, and that feeling you tried so hard to hide came back for a few moments. Arthur’s beautiful blue eyes so close to you, you could clearly see his eyeball. The scar on his chin, you still remember when he returned to camp with his chin bleeding, and you remember even more when you helped clean it and bandage it. For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, for some reason you thought. But you thought many things over the years, and none were true but daydreams.

“I can carry it alone,” You said in a tense, clipped tone.

Even trying to remove Arthur’s hands from the box, he was stronger, and continued holding the box. His mouth opened for a second, trying to say something, but he didn’t… why didn’t he?

Instead, he sighed deeply and took the box from your hands, “Don’t be stupid,”

So Arthur and the shopkeeper loaded all the boxes onto the wagon, not letting you help in any way. You weren’t weak, it was just unexpected, a box that was heavier than you expected. But with that act, Arthur didn’t let you even touch them anymore.

He closed the back of the wagon once he finished organizing everything,

“I need to go to the post office to deliver a letter Person asked for,” Arthur informed.

Your heart stopped, Arthur and Jerry together in the same place? Not even your worst nightmare was that bad.

“Oh,” You exclaimed, with a face like you had seen a ghost in front of you.

“What?” He found your sudden reaction strange.

“Nothing. Let’s go.” You said, trying to hide your nervousness, guiding him to start walking.

Entering the post office, the familiar yellow walls came into view, and the first thing you looked for was Jerry.

Without waiting for you, Arthur went to the clerk to deliver Person’s letter. But to your unfortunate luck, something, or rather someone, touched your shoulder.

“Hey! Didn’t expect to see you here,” A sarcastic voice echoed through the post office. You turned to see who it was, and yes, you know who it was.

“Hey!” You turned around, changing your worried expression to a light and happy one, hugging Jerry, greeting him.

“How are you? Need to post a letter?” He said jokingly.

“Yeah -“ You were interrupted.

“Yes, we already did actually,” Arthur said seriously, placing a hand on your shoulder, with a slightly heavier touch than usual.

You found the boy’s physical contact strange, which wasn’t common, but then you understood what he was trying to do.

Ruin things between you and Jerry.

Even though he’s very young, this act was the height of selfishness and idiocy. When you realized what was happening, you felt like a knife was in your heart, breaking it into pieces. So disappointing, so disappointed you were.

Jerry looked at Arthur’s hand, at your face, and then at Arthur’s face. And his expression that was happy before, was now of complete unhappiness.

"I didn’t know you had company," Jerry said, looking deep into your eyes, ignoring Arthur’s presence, feeling betrayed.

"I don’t—" you tried to say but were interrupted by Arthur once again.

"Yes, I proposed to her a week ago, isn’t it incredible?" Arthur lied, drumming his fingers impatiently on your shoulder—a lie only you knew was false.

"Congrats. If you’ll excuse me, sir, miss," Jerry said briefly, and he left without even trying to understand or talk to you, visibly upset by Arthur’s words. Upset because he thought you had lied, but it wasn’t you—it was Arthur.

Watching Jerry walk away, you tore Arthur’s hand off your shoulder and rushed out of the post office. Your heart pounded in your throat, as if you were going to vomit at any moment—vomit all those feelings. The shame and anger you felt were indescribable, and the urge to kill Arthur at that exact moment was inevitable.

Arthur followed you out of the building after just a few seconds.

Standing with your back to the post office entrance, you turned and started yelling at him, "What is wrong with you? Why did you do that to me? Why did you lie?" Arthur seemed irritated with you somehow, and upset for some reason. "You ruined everything, Arthur! Why did you do that? He really liked me!" you said, almost crying in front of him.

You weren’t just talking—you were shouting, ignoring the fact that you were in the busiest street in town.

"And you liked him? I saw how you looked at him. You don’t like him!" he shouted back, causing everyone around to stare.

"Then why did you do that?" A tear escaped down your cheek.

"Because i love you! Not him!" Arthur said quickly, as if he had lifted a weight off his shoulders that he had been carrying for a long time.

All this time that you hid your feelings, all this time that you tried to replace him with someone else—he had liked you too. You felt like an idiot, stupid for not having said anything before. But even with Arthur’s confession, you were feeling anger towards him, because Jerry was a boy you cared for, even if you didn’t love him.

"You had no right to do that to me, you idiot!" you shouted, frustrated with everything that was happening.

The fact that Arthur upset Jerry, that you upset Jerry, the fact that Arthur loves you, the fact that you loved him—or still love him. You no longer knew if this was just a nightmare or a dream, or the cruel reality.

Arthur went quiet—quieter than he had ever been in his entire life.

"I loved you, goddamn bastard! But that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want or hurt others." Your tears had already spread across your face, making you wipe them away with your trembling hands. "When you went out with that waitress, I didn’t stop you, even though it hurt me so much! I didn’t go there and pretend to be your fiancé!"

Arthur's eyes were studying your movements, trying to understand everything you were saying—so confusing for both him and you.

"I’m sorry, okay?" he said, feeling a burning sensation in his chest.

"No! You’re not sorry! I’m done with you, Arthur—done with your selfish behavior, done with you."

Without looking back, you walked over to the wagon, untied one of the horses, and mounted it.

Leaving Arthur there, perplexed, lost, completely directionless.

You could no longer bear the weight you felt in your heart. Your tears fell non-stop, your hair flying in the wind as you rode away.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you didn’t want to see Arthur’s face again.

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k0k0naty · 2 months ago

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📌attention 📌

the characters in this story have the opposite sex from the original game, and are not 100% identical to the original work, I hope you understand and enjoy.

Charles: Charlotte

Arthur: Agatha

Jonh: Jane

Dutch: Dina

Hose: Rose

Micah: Misa

Abigail: Benjamin

Lenny: Linda

Tilly: Tito

Jack: Joyce

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The damn robbery went wrong, shit, shit, some of us died in that damn robbery, everything got out of control, and to make matters worse, Jane got lost along the way. The storm doesn't help us at all, it's very cold and we're probably far from finding shelter. Dina sent Misa further to find somewhere, but she still didn't show up.

Rosa: Where is Misa? Did she get lost?

Dina: calm down, she'll show up eventually, and let's hope she's found a shelter

Benjamin: we need to take shelter quickly! Joyce is not well

Benjamin was worried about his daughter, Joyce. Joyce was too young to face a storm like that, so the concern is understandable. By a divine miracle, Misa appears in the middle of the wind accompanied by a lamp.

Dina: Any signs? Misa: I found a house, it's very noisy, it looks like there's a party going on.

Dina: Well, luckily for them, we'll be the life of the party.

Dina tries to make a joke, but no one is really ready to laugh, everyone looks at her, and she gives a slight nervous laugh, but it seems that Misa finds it funny.

Misa: hehehe that was good

Charlotte whispers: was it so funny?

Agatha: don't worry, no one thought it was funny.

Dina ordered everyone to follow Misa to show the way.

Everyone hoped it wouldn't go far, and luckily it didn't, for the sake of safety, Dina told everyone to stay where they were, just asking Agatha and Misa to accompany her.

Ágata: I'll be right back.

Charlotte: stay safe and be careful with... you know.

Agatha laughs lightly.

Agatha: Misa, have you seen Jane?

Misa: What???

The howling storm prevented it from being.

Agatha: damn…..Dina! Ask Misa if she's seen Jane!

Dinah: what? Agatha: ask where Jane is!

Dina: A… Misa, have you seen Jane?

Misa: I haven't seen her since the storm started!

Dina: She must be fine, she is a strong woman!

Agatha: sometimes!

There were a few seconds of silence before Agatha interrupted with another question.

Agatha: did you find anyone else?

Misa: haha I think we're the only crazy ones left in this storm, Miss Morgan!

Agatha: don't talk about sanity to me!

Misa: Well, I'm waiting!

Agatha: what are you waiting for?

Misa: what? There is no “I’m glad you’re okay, Misa, I was worried”!

Agatha: not today!

Agatha was more focused on looking around than on Misa's small talk.

Dina doesn't seem to care much about their conversation.

Misa: it's going to be okay, Miss Morgan, some of us may have died, but those who matter most are alive.

Wait, did she really say that? What do you mean the most important ones? Is it serious that she is devaluing those who died? Is this serious? Agatha felt a little bitter about that sentence, but tried to swallow it, maybe that wasn't the intention...maybe.

Before they go any further, Dina tells them to keep quiet, because the house has been located, it looks like some kind of little farm, very cozy.

Dina: okay, let's go down there. Dina orders and they both obey.

Agatha, having difficulty seeing, stretches her arm around more so that her lamp shines brighter, it doesn't seem to make much difference. Dina: let's tie the horses here.

Agatha gets off the horse and ties it to a tree behind a large rock, to leave it close to the other horses.

Misa: GRR! stupid horse.

Misa aggressively pulls the horse to tie it, it seemed like she hated her horse, not that this was a surprise, because, although Misa recently joined the gang, she showed some… character deviations, and that includes hating any animal, Charlotte arrived even comment about it to Agatha to complain.

Dina: I'll go first, we don't want to scare anyone!

Misa: it looks like the party is really fun!

Dina: Ladies, stay behind that rock with the horses. A single armed woman seems less intimidating than three armed ones. If something gets out of control, stay ready to shoot. Both obeyed orders and watched Dina go to the front of the house, Agatha was hidden, watching from afar.

Dinah: Excuse me! Hello?

The party noises were replaced by brief discussions and silence, which didn't seem to be a positive thing. A man came out, his face didn't look very inviting.

Man: what do you want ma'am?

Dina: I'm sorry to bother you on this cold night, but my family and I got lost in the storm and need a place.

The man changed his arrogant gaze to a welcoming and seductive gaze.

Man: how many people are there, ma'am?

Agatha watched from afar as Misa caught her attention.

Misa: we have a problem!

Agatha: what? Which?

Misa dragged her foot through the snow to reveal the corpse of a hidden woman. Misa: I think they don't like women.

Agatha quickly turns her gaze to Dina and realizes that the man was approaching her, probably with bad intentions, without even thinking twice, Agatha aims and shoots him in the chest, causing a huge shootout. Dina, to protect herself from a bullet, throws herself in front of a cart and grabs her gun.

Misa: Be careful! In the upper window!

Agatha sees silhouettes of men pointing guns at them in the windows and, in reaction, Agatha shoots them. Agatha was very good at aiming, she rarely missed and Misa envied that. Misa helped Agatha kill the men. Dina, despite being at a disadvantage because of her location (behind a shit cart) managed to kill a few people, but it was Agatha who did the killing.

Dina: There's one running away!

Misa: leave it to me!

Misa tries to aim at the bandit, but it was difficult when he was so fast, her reasoning was interrupted by a shot coming from Agatha, she had hit the man who was running away, Misa was furious.

Dina: I think it was everyone! Misa, bring the horses closer to home before they can't stand the cold! Misa was a little reluctant to do this, but she complied.

Agatha: What are the damn O'Driscolls doing here?

Dina: Maybe they are in the same situation as us!

Agatha: too much coincidence!

Dina and Agatha enter the house, it didn't smell nice.

Agatha: wow, it stinks of partying here.

Dina: let's search the place for essential items, food, medicine….Whiskey.

Agatha: of course, without forgetting the most important thing.

Agatha turns the whole place over before she feels a pain, a hunger pain.

Agatha: I'm starving.

Dina: try to eat something before we leave, I don't want anyone to get sick from hunger.

Agatha was looking around the house looking for something to eat and found a can of beans, she didn't really like beans, but it was either that or remain hungry, she took the knife to open the can and ate it all in one sitting. What hunger does to people, right? She goes back to searching for the basics of survival until there is nothing left to scavenge.

Dina: O'Driscoll, can you believe they were here?

Agatha: Well, there's a good reward on their heads, this is a great chance to make money.

Dina: Of course….... Did you see the pool of blood here on the floor?

Agatha: I saw it, maybe it belongs to the poor woman outside.

Dina: Poor woman?

Agatha: Misa found a woman's body outside, I assume this blood is hers.

Dina: Poor woman, she can't even be at peace in her own home.

Agatha: Do you think we can make the others?

Dina: It's warm and spacious, why not?

Agatha gives a small laugh in agreement before coming face to face with some photos on top of the fireplace, she picks them up and examines them closely, it seems that the woman was married but, where is her husband?

Dina: I'll ask Misa to bring the others, when she's done, meet me outside.

Agatha: Of course.

After Agatha finished what she had to do, she left the house and looked around for Dina, but noticed that the barn had not been explored, so she approached. There was nothing interesting except for a few horses, she approached to pet one of them until she felt a weight fall on her back making her fall. It seems that one of the O'Driscolls survived.

Man: You bitch! You killed my cousins!

Agatha: Fuck you!

Agatha tries to fight. When the man grabs her neck, Agatha takes the knife that was in her thigh and pierces the man's arm, making him scream, Agatha stabs him in the stomach and knocks him to the ground with force.

Dina: What happened?

Dina finds Agatha filling the man's face with violent punches. Despite being a woman, she is very strong.

Agatha: That little shit attacked me!

Dina: Really?

Agatha gets up, leaving the man exhausted on the ground.

Agatha: Should I kill him?

Dina: No, not yet, find out what they're doing here and where Colm is.

Agatha obeyed, stepping on the knife, sinking it even deeper into his belly, while the other foot stepped on his chest.

Agatha: Speak up, you bastard.

Man: He's with the others!... Aaa! Stop!

Agatha: Speak up before I stick it in deeper.

Man: He's... he's in the southeast in an old mining cave, near the lake.

Agatha: Are you telling me the truth?

Man: Yes! Yes, I am!

Agatha stepped on the knife more, making the man scream in pain.

Agatha: And what were they doing here?

Man: We were planning a train robbery! That's all!

Dina: Hehe, that's good to know, well, do whatever you want with him Agatha, I don't care.

Dina left the barn leaving Agatha alone with the man, and Agatha thought about what she should do.

Agatha:... You called me a bitch.

Man: Ma'am! I'm sorry, I-

Agatha shoots the man in the face leaving a pool of blood on the ground and scaring the horses, she feels sorry and goes to pet them to calm them down.

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