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Misguided: Part One

Misguided: A Blooming Panic SMAU - Part One: Tales of the Abandoned

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Tales of the Abandoned

The day that Lady had asked you to go to the abandoned hospital for her Youtube channel had you questioning all your life choices up until this point. Honestly, you weren’t really all that excited about going. Not to say you were afraid, but you’d much rather go with a larger group of people. For safety reasons of course. However, when you asked your roommate June if she wanted to tag along she said she would rather not be the victim of a literal horror movie opening. Not that you could blame her, but this would’ve been about three hundred times less scary if it wasn’t just you and Lady.

You were waiting in your living room for Lady to show up while June was going off on another one of her rants about how amazing the web comic Blooming Panic is. She was recalling all the points that her friend’s podcast made the night before.

“And get this okay,” She turns to you with a screenshot of the comic pulled up on her phone, “Nathanial and Damien get really really close this episode. I feel like the author is hinting at those two deciding they like each other more than Lola.”

You squint at the dialogue on the screen, “Is that what Quest said too?”

“No!” She threw her hands in the air, “That’s the thing, he thinks it is just a coincidence.”

You were about to respond when your phone vibrated with a message from Lady. She was waiting for you outside.

“Argue with him for me on twitter,” You joke as you grab your backpack and a hoodie for the exploration. “I’ll see you later, though. Lady is waiting for me outside.”

“Have fun getting murdered by Jason!” She calls as you approach the door.

“Jason attacked camp counselors.” You shot back as you closed the door behind you. You made your way to Lady’s little red mini cooper and smiled as she was enthusiastically waving at you from the driver’s seat.

“Hello~” She sang as you opened the passenger-side door.

“Good evening.” You grin as you plop down in the seat. “How far away is the horror-hospital you have us going to?”

“Right to business, I see.” She says as she begins pulling out of the parking-lot. “Only about thirty minutes, give or take.”

“How’d you find this place?”

“Looking through the comments on some other youtubers comment section. I saw the address that this one dude commented on the video and was like ‘hey that’s really close to here!’. So I figured we could go.” Lady explained as she drove. “Did you remember to bring a flashlight?”

“Yea I grabbed one, but I don’t know how good the batteries are. So do not leave me alone in there. Like, ever.” You joke. You started actually getting worried about your flashlight, though, so you grabbed it from your bag and tested it.

It turned on immediately, but was flickering and looked pretty dim.

“Next time bring a good flashlight maybe.” Lady laughed as it slowly died.

“That’s if we don’t end up getting sucked into some horror-hospital dimension while we are there.” You grimace.

“Oh, whatever! Where’s your sense of adventure?”

You shrug, but stay silent. Lady turns on whatever CD she has loaded into the player, and you gaze out the window at the passing scenery. After a while, you have entered a more forested area. The space between trees becomes few and far between and the branches overhead have shielded the car (and you) from the rays of the sun. A pit starts to form in your stomach when Lady pulls off the main road onto a side one made of dirt.

“Almost there!” She looks at you and gives you a nervous grin. You try to reply with false enthusiasm, but your voice is lost and your mouth feels dry. You give her a half-hearted thumbs up and closed-mouth smile. Good enough.

The road continues for at least two miles and you’re jostled around from the bumps and divots of the neglected path. Somehow, the tree line becomes thicker and it looks as though the sun has disappeared completely.

“Holy shit.” Lady gasps as the car slows. You turn to look ahead of you and there you can see the hospital coming into view from behind the woods and a sea of vines and rubble.

“It looks like Dracula’s Castle.” You gulp leaning your head down to get a full view of the building.

“It looks like a movie set.” Lady parks the car towards the front doors. She turns off the ignition and turns to you. “You ready?”

You look from her to the abandoned hospital in front of you. “Probably not,” You reply.

“Me either,” She presses her lips into a firm line. “But let’s go ahead anyway.”

You give a short nod and open the car door. The air around the hospital is nearly fifteen degrees colder than it was at your apartment, and you were very glad that you brought that hoodie just in case. Lady follows your example, and when she’s fully out of the vehicle she shivers.

“This place is cold.” She grumbles and shoves her hands into her jacket pockets.

“Don’t complain,” You chuckle and head towards the trunk of her car to help her get her camera and other equipment out. “This is your fault.”

“I can’t control the weather!” She laughs and lifts her own backpack from the trunk.

“Yea but-” You grab her small camera bag and throw it over your shoulder, “You totally control where you film your videos.”

“Oh whatever,” She grins and closes the trunk. “This’ll be fun. I promise!”

You shake your head as you both go to enter the building. The front door is locked or boarded shut from the inside. Either way, you can’t open it. It takes you a while to find a window on the first floor that is big enough to crawl through, but you find it and enter the building.

The inside of the hospital is about as terrifying as you had imagined. Maybe slightly more as you are actually there, it’s dark, and every single movement you make echoes through the hallways.

“I’m really wishing you brought a better flashlight.” Lady groans as she turns hers on and it starts flickering.

“Will the phones not work?” You ask, pulling out your phone.

“Not as well as - like - a real flashlight.” Her’s stops flickering, but it’s still very dim.

“Let’s just get the video over with and get out of here as soon as possible.” You look around, listening to the dripping of water echoing from somewhere in the room. “Not to sound stereotypical, but this place is freaking me out.”

“No you’re right. Alright, let’s set the tripod up right there-” Lady points to a dry spot in front of the window that’s letting in a little light. “-And get ready to film the introduction.”

It takes you all of two seconds to get the camera set up and place yourselves in front of it.

“Hey guys and welcome back to me doing dumb shit for YouTube!” Lady puts on a bright personality as she addresses the camera. “Today I am at the Delorean Hospital out in…”

You zone out during Lady’s introduction. The smile on your face falls as you swear you can hear the engine of a car from somewhere near the hospital. You keep trying to listen, but Lady addresses you.

“Today I brought my good friend, Y/n, along with me! They are super ecstatic to be here, and by super ecstatic I mean absolutely livid that I brought them along.” Lady nudges your arm with her elbow causing you to forget the noise you heard and laugh.

“Well you know what, I have literally never been more excited to leave somewhere in my life.” You joke.

“Anyways-” Lady goes back to addressing the camera and setting up the beginning of her video.

You strain to hear the sound again, but there is relative silence. Apart from the echo of Lady’s voice and the sounds of the woods around you, you can’t hear anything that sounds like it could be from people.

The tension in your shoulder melts away and you tell yourself you were just being dramatic. You turn back to Lady as she approaches the camera to shut it off.

“And scene!” She calls as she presses the record button again to stop the camera. “I think that is good enough. We can just kind of record as we go now.”

“Perfect.” You shiver as a draft blows in from the window. “Let’s get through this place as quickly as possible.”

The two of you put the tripod back in the camera bag and start wandering around the hospital. The hallways were in poor shape, but the surgery rooms were even worse. You weren’t sure how that happened, but half of them had parts of the floor deteriorating and the other half had an inch of standing water in them. The ones with water you avoided like the plague.

Everything had gone fairly smoothly in the terms of recording and not being absolutely terrified. That is, until Lady mentioned trying to find the morgue.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You ask as you move through another seemingly endless hallway. “Aren’t morgues typically in the basement?”

Lady just looks into the camera, an evil grin on her face, before she looks back at you. “Exactly.”

“Lady,” You groan and the two of you reach the end of the hallway that forks into two different paths. “I do not want to go to the basement-”

You’re cut off by the sound of a large metallic clang coming from somewhere in the hospital.

“What the fu-” Lady starts but another, louder clang rips through the air. You look at each other, faces grim and eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. At the same time, the both of you turn to run down one of the hallways that were on either side of you. You run as hard as you can, nearly slipping a few times due to the wet floors, until you reach an open room that was adjacent to the way you originally came in.

You turn around to see how far Lady is behind you, but she’s nowhere to be seen. You wait a few more minutes, hoping she’ll round the corner and suddenly appear, but nothing. Panicking, you pull out your phone to call her.

She doesn’t answer.

You call three more times, before dread starts to take over your body. As a last resort, you frantically begin texting her to try and get some sort of answer. The first few messages are sent normally, but the last two take longer and need to be sent as a multimedia message.

Tears start to prick at your eyes and you pace around the room. You’re alone and you don’t know where Lady has gone. For all you know, she slipped somewhere and busted her head open and now she’s bleeding out in some mold infested room.

You turn on the flashlight on your phone and try heading back the way you came. Maybe Lady hid somewhere or something. It only takes a few minutes until you’re back at the hallway where you last saw your friend. She wasn’t in any of the rooms you passed so far, and there was no other way to go. You suddenly realize that she probably ran the opposite direction.

Just as you have that thought, you hear a blood-curdling scream come from somewhere down that other hallway. You’re nearly one-hundred percent sure it’s Lady and all of your senses become heightened with adrenaline. In a split-second decision, you drop the camera bag and your own backpack and grab a metal pipe that is laying on the floor beside an empty hospital room.

You take off sprinting down the hallway you heard the scream come from when you can see another opening - similar to the one your hallway opened up into. In that opening you see two fairly tall men dressed in black clothing with backpacks facing away from you. In between them, you can see Lady with an ashen white face and her hand clutching her heart.

You tighten your grip on the pipe, ready to protect Lady from whoever these guys are, and start creeping up behind them. You are nearly a foot away from one with dyed blonde hair and raise the pipe to hit them over the head, when Lady spots you over his shoulder.

“Y/n!” Lady shoves past the two men and rushes towards you for a hug. When she wraps her arms around you, you drop the metal to return the embrace. “Where did you go?” She demands and pulls away.

“Where did YOU go?” You shoot back. “I thought you were following me down the hallway that was leading away from the giant crashing noise.”

She pauses and looks bashful, “I would totally be the first to die in a horror movie, huh?”

“Totally.” You nod and she steps away. As she stands next to you, you can see the two guys that you were ready to jump not even a minute ago. “Who’re they?” You ask and use your chin to gesture in their direction.

“Oh!” Lady smiles, “These two were the noises we heard. They broke down the front door to get in.”

You press your lips together and give them an awkward wave.

“The one on the left is Owl,” She introduces. “And the one beside him is Xyx. They’re also exploring for their YouTube channel.”

“Nice to meet you.” You hold a hand out and Owl is the only one who shakes it. You offer to shake hands with Xyx too, but he just nods his head and gestures towards the pipe laying at your feet.

“Were you going to attack us?” He asks.

You laugh it off as you explain, “I heard my friend scream so I thought y’all were - like - attacking her or something.”

Owl smiles and laughs along with you, but Xyx merely raises his eyebrows. You shy away from his gaze and turn back to Lady.

“Why did you scream?” You ask, “Also where is your fucking phone?!”

“They scared me when I ran into them while I was running away,” She shrugs with a smile. “And I lost my phone somewhere along the way apparently. Where’s all your stuff?”

You use your thumb to gesture behind you down the hall you emerged from, “Dropped it off to come and save you.”

“Aw!” Lady gushes and addresses Owl and Xyx, “Isn’t my friend the sweetest?”

“Considering they were ready to bash our skulls in a minute ago,” Xyx finally gives a smile. It’s lopsided and impish and makes your knees feel like they’re made of jelly. “I’m going to say maybe not the sweetest. The most protective for sure.”

“Ah whatever-” Lady waves her hand to dismiss his words. “Let’s go get our stuff.”

“Alright, it was nice meeting you two.” You start to walk away with Lady when Owl stops you in your tracks.

“We can come with you!” Owl speaks up.

“Are you sure?” You turn to him and ask. “Don’t you have your own stuff to film?”

“If you two are okay with being in the video we can stick together.” Owl is bouncing on the balls of his face with an excited grin adorning his face. “It’ll be like the Scooby-Doo Gang!”

“I’m fine with that!” Lady interjects, equally as excited as Owl. “If you’re okay with being in my video. We were almost done recording anyway so it’ll just be for a little bit.”

“Perfect!” Owl grins and throws an arm around Xyx’s shoulders. “Let’s go!”

Lady leads Owl and Xyx down the hall to look for her phone and the rest of your stuff. You follow closely behind. Owl is talking about nothing and everything all at once, just sort of filling the space with his personality. It’s kind of relieving to have the halls be filled with noise that isn’t the echoing of footsteps or water drips. Owl was making the place feel alive and less murderous.

A few more minutes of walking around, Lady’s phone was found lying beneath an old bed. She was extremely reluctant to get it, but after a bit of encouragement from the group (because no one else was willing to get on the floor and get it for her) she did get it out and cleaned it off with the sleeve of her shirt. Down the hall a bit was the camera bag and your backpack sitting nicely against the wall waiting for your return.

“Alright that’s everything, I think.” You grin as you address the group.

“Nice! Do you mind if I start recording a little bit here and introduce you guys?” Owl asks, already getting his camera ready to record.

“Fine with me,” You shrug, unsure if he would even care if you said no.

He hands the camera off to Xyx. Xyx takes a few steps away from the three of you to get you into frame and starts a countdown.

“3…2…1…” He holds a thumbs up to let Owl know it’s good to go.

“Alright in a turn of events,” Owl immediately starts talking about what happened just five minutes ago and describing how he found us in the hospital.

You try to listen, but can hardly keep your focus on what Owl’s saying about everything. Xyx was barely looking at the screen of the camera, instead you kept catching him watching you over the camera. His green eyes looked piercing and cat-like in the dark light and it made your breath hitch. You could feel your face heating up under his stare, and no matter how much you tried to keep your attention on Owl you were just watching his mouth move and not listening.

“Lady and Y/n were here doing their own exploration video!” Owl announced to the camera with a proud smile, “So if you want to check out what they were doing before we showed up and scared the crap out of them, I will be linking Lady’s video in the description. You guys should definitely check her out!”

You felt your chest swell with happiness for Lady as her entire face lit up at the shout out. She hadn’t been doing YouTube for very long, so her account had a somewhat small following. She also hadn’t made any friends in the same field as her, and you knew it made her feel sort of alone doing what she did.

“Do you have your own channel, Y/n?” Xyx spoke up from behind the camera. You made eye contact with him after he asked and it made butterflies begin to swell in your chest. He had shifted the camera to be on you.

“No,” You chuckle and wave your hands dismissively. “I just tagged along so that Lady wasn’t out here all on her own.”

“You should join my channel and be my cute assistant.” Owl interjects, causing Xyx to center the camera once again. “You can replace Xyx.”

“Har-dee-har-har.” Xyx rolls his eyes, but a smile is evident on his face.

The rest of the video proved to be a lot more fun than you expected. The four of you actually got along really well and were constantly joking around and laughing throughout the night. Owl actually had a lot of information about the hospital in its heyday and was talking about the sorts of things that happened in the hospital before it was inevitably shut down. None of which was exactly positive.

“You googled the history before you came?” Lady asks incredulously.

“Yea! You didn’t? This place is like kind of famous for murders and mistreatment of patients back in the 1890s.” Owl responds, loving the history lesson he’s been giving. Xyx continued filming. “It’s supposed to be super haunted.”

“Haunted?” You repeat; kind of intrigued, kind of terrified.

“Oh yea! I’m gonna be here until it gets really dark to try and get some ghost readings on my equipment.” Owl pulls a black block with varying lights on it. “You guys want to stay and hunt with us?”

You look at Lady whose expression appears equally unnerved as you feel. She shakes her head and you agree.

“No, that's alright.” You reply. “I told my roommate I’d be back by 8, and it’s already 7:45.”

“Aw okay.” Owl puts on an overdramatic frown and you can’t help but giggle. “Maybe I can convince you guys to join me next time for some Ghost Adventures.”

“If you can find a place that doesn’t potentially have thousands of rats living in the wall, I’m in.” You say.

“Deal.” Owl laughs.

You start checking through your backpack and pockets to make sure you aren’t missing anything and look to Lady to let her know you’re ready to go.

“I guess we’ll be off now.” Lady puts her own camera back in its case and Xyx lowers his. “It was really great meeting you two, I’m so glad you weren’t trying to murder us.”

“The bar is literally on the floor, but I’ll take it.” Xyx finally speaks up. “By the way, Lady, I need you to do something for me.”

“Yea what’s up?”

Xyx’s gaze goes from friendly to stern in a second, it throws you completely off guard and you’re watching him with a bated breath.

“You need to delete any footage of me from your camera right now.” His voice is steely cold and serious.

“...what?” You can see her shoulder tense and she tightens her grip on her camera case. “Why?”

“He just has this thing about being in videos,” Owl explains, trying to lighten the mood. Too late for it now, though. The friendly atmosphere between the group has completely disappeared.

“That’s like almost all my footage with you both in it though!” Lady explains, trying to save her content “That’s like half my video.”

“I’m serious. Before you leave, can you delete everything right here.” Xyx is watching her, his cat-like eyes seeming sinister.

Lady looks at you, her eyes are starting to water and you wished you still had that pipe from before to wack Xyx over the head with.

“She can’t cover you with a sticker or anything?” You glare at Xyx, “She has to delete everything?”

“Everything.”

“That’s bullshit!” You defend.

“Y/n…” Lady tries to soothe you.

“No it’s not fair. He gets to keep everything with us in it but-”

“It’s fine!” Lady interrupts and pulls her camera out again. “Seriously, I will delete anything with Xyx and salvage the rest in editing. We are entertaining enough just the two of us.” She’s smiling, but you can tell she’s a little disappointed by having to delete so much footage.

“Whatever.” You turn to scowl at Xyx, but he’s not even sparing you a glance. Instead, he’s watching Lady delete full clips where he is visible. Once he’s satisfied with her work, he steps away from her and nods his head.

“I’m sorry about that.” Xyx states, his tone no longer cold. “It’s just something I have to do.”

“Yea okay.” You scoff, but Lady hits you lightly against the arm.

“It’s alright!” Her face brightens once again. “It wasn’t as much as I thought it would be anyways.”

“One more thing,” Xyx pulls out his phone and holds it towards Lady. “Can you put in your number?” Your eyes widen as you watch her put her number into his phone. Was she really letting him flirt with her?

“What’s this for?” She questions as she hands his phone back to him.

“I’ll text you my email later tonight that way you can send me your video before you post it.” Xyx states and it makes you even angrier than before.

“You’re making her send you the video for approval?!” You cry out, enraged.

“I need to make sure-”

“Yea whatever. Let’s go Lady.” You scowl at him. As you pass Owl, though, you give him a small smile. “I’ll look for your channel later and follow you.”

“It’s called ‘NightOwl’,” He states proudly. “My twitter is linked, too. You should follow me on there and I’ll just get your number later.” He winks after he says that last part and you can barely suppress a flattered giggle.

“See ‘ya NightOwl.” You grin.

You walk out the front doors (which were now open thanks to Owl and Xyx) as Lady is swapping numbers with Owl as well. The red mini cooper is standing out blaringly against the darkness of the night. Parked next to it is a pink Ford Bronco and next to that is a dark, so blue it’s almost black motorcycle.

It didn’t take you long to figure out what belonged to who.

“Alright let’s hit the road!” Lady grins as she unlocks the car and you two start putting all your equipment in the back once again.

“Let’s get out of here.” You sigh and plop into the passenger seat. “June is already blowing up my phone demanding to know where we are.”

“She’s worried about you, it’s cute.” Lady smiles and starts the car.

“You just say that because you think she’s cute.”

“Shut up.”

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The Last Night - Arthur Morgan x Reader

The Last Night and the Reunion (Part 1 of 2)

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

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Warnings - slight angst, suggestive content *wink wink*

There weren’t a lot of things that scared Arthur Morgan. But the way you were looking at him right now was scarier than a thousand Pinkertons with their pistols at the ready. You looked ready to kill him, and he knew that you were - at the very least - considering it. On top of that, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop you if you tried.

“Arthur Morgan.” Your voice was crisp and cold. The last time he heard you say his name like that was when you found him lying drunk in the bushes in front of your house - he was originally in there hiding from the law, but ended up falling asleep and you found him the next morning.

“Miss Y/n,” He dipped his head down in a greeting. It was the polite thing to do, seeing as he had just been reunited with his sweetheart after disappearing for six weeks with no warning. It was polite, and it allowed him to avoid your gaze. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Even worse that he disappeared on you, he didn’t even seek you out when he came back to town. You just happened to run into him while he was coming out of the saloon and you were leaving the general store across the street.

“Oh, are you surprised to see me?” You laughed sarcastically, “I bet I’m a whole lot more shocked to see you here. In fact, I can’t believe you’re alive. I thought’chya died.”

“See about that Miss Y/n-”

“And we’re back to formalities now, too?”

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” He rushed out, but felt himself forgetting the explanation he was going to give you. He worked on it for those six weeks he was gone. You looked angry, sure, but he also noticed the way you were choking on your words slightly. As if you wanted to cry. He had a bad habit of noticing even the smallest details about you.

“Six weeks is plenty of time to write a single letter, Mr. Morgan.” You crossed your arms over your chest to try and feel bigger than you felt.

“I have a reason you know.”

“It better be a damn good one too.”

“I was doin’ something for Dutch.” Arthur said. He cringed, though, when he saw the tears that brimmed along the edges of your eyes evaporate as your gaze shifted to a heated glare.

“‘Doin’ somethin’ for Dutch’,” You repeated. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Arthur? You’re always doin’ shit for Dutch and you always come back in a few days at most!” Your words were growing louder to the point where you were just barely below the level considered shouting. “And never without at least saying goodbye!”

Arthur looked back at you and took a moment to observe how you had changed in those weeks he had been gone. He couldn’t think of anything but you; then and now. You were in the air he breathed and the dreams he dreamt. You cut your hair first off, he noticed it was significantly shorter than when he left. You also lost a little weight in your face and there were dark bags under your eyes. You were obviously tired.

“I didn’t mean for you to see me here,” He admitted after a minute.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You asked with a spitting edge, “Were you even gonna come see me at all? Did you even think about me?”

“I thought of you whenever I had the chance to think.” He gave you a small, sad smile. It melted your heart, but it wasn’t enough to soothe the anger and hurt you felt. “Every spare moment I had was dedicated to you.”

“What happened, Arthur?” Your tough act was dropping rapidly. You were practically pleading for an answer; A definite answer. “Please just tell me why.”

He just looked at you with pity, something that hurt more than you’d care to admit. He was the one in the wrong here, he was the one who abandoned you right after…

You, up until this very moment, spent every second wondering what had happened to Arthur Morgan. You spent your nights replaying your last moments together to see if you had done something wrong. You shouldered the blame, you thought maybe you had scared him off. It took everyone who knew you telling you that there was nothing that you did that could have caused that man to run off on you like that (You had even run into Hosea in town and asked about it for God’s sake). But, it’s not like you were someone who liked to listen to reason anyways. Emotions tend to get in the way of reality.

*** The night before Arthur disappeared ***

Arthur had planned this evening down to the second. He wanted everything to be perfect for your… anniversary-of-sorts. It had been exactly one year since Arthur met you:

The day you met, you were nannying a couple of local kids for the day while their parents went out to the next town over. You didn’t really want to do it at all, but the couple offered fifteen dollars and a week’s worth of free meals at the local pub (which they owned) for the few hours you would have to watch the brats. You thought it was a steal when you accepted, but, all too late, you realized it was just because their kids were demons and you were woefully unprepared to deal with them. The little devils somehow managed to tie you to a tree a little ways outside of the town, take your knife from you, and run back home.

You had tried to grab the attention of a few passing farmers, but the combined sounds of their horses plus their carts drowned out your voice. The tree was a little far from the road, too, so they couldn’t hardly see you if they weren’t even looking in your direction. You were about to start using your teeth to gnaw through the rope when you saw a lone rider coming up the trail.

Long story short, he saved you from sleeping out against a tree like a fresh wrap of bear bait, and the two of you became nearly inseparable shortly thereafter. He would scare away any rough-seeming fellas that tried to mess with you and you would keep the local sheriff from locking him away in some dark cell for whatever petty crime was reported in town. Sometimes he was guilty, sometimes not, it didn't matter though, the law wanted to blame him and you could always talk them down. You were a team.

Arthur had planned this anniversary-thing as a way to formally ask if he may court you. Of course, the two of you were closer than average friends, and had drunkenly slept together too many times after long nights of drinking at the pub with his group for your relationship to be considered “proper”. But, neither of you had indicated that you wanted to take your relationship a little further than that. As in, potentially being serious enough to get wed further.

That was the night Arthur decided that he was ready to do it. He was ready to ask.

“Are you going to tell me what this secret adventure is now?” You giggled as Arthur stood with you on your front porch. He had refused to give you even the smallest detail on what was planned. All he requested is that the two of you get a little more dolled up than usual.

“Just trust me for once in your life,” He smiled and hid his nerves behind a teasing tone. You rolled your eyes at him, but took the arm he offered you.

He led you to his horse and helped lift you into the saddle. You didn’t need the help, he knew you didn’t need the help, but he thought it was the gentlemanly thing to do on a night as important as this. Plus, you didn’t question his offer like you normally would, you simply smiled and allowed him to grab your waist lighty and push you up.

He hopped on behind you and had to reach his arms around you to grab the reins. Arthur was worried you would be able to feel the pounding of his heart against your back as the two of you were pressed into each other. It was a way that you had ridden together numerous times, but tonight was so different. It felt more intimate than before.

Arthur led his horse through town. By the time he passed every shop and restaurant you were growing more curious to what he had up his sleeve.

“There ain’t anything out this way Mr. Morgan,” You turned your head so he could hear you easier, “You’re not takin’ me out here to kill me quietly or somethin’ right?”

He chuckled softly at your joke and you could feel the rumble of his laughter against your back, “No ma’am, just got something set up here a ways.”

You looked ahead and saw something lighting up in the distance. You were confused at first, seeing as there wasn’t another town around for miles and you could still see your town behind you. It took a few more seconds before you were close enough to see that it was a tree with candles set up around the trunk with mason jars with tea lights inside hanging down from the branches.

Arthur rode up to the tree and carefully slid out of the saddle. He held his hands out for you to grab, but you were mesmerized by the view in front of you.

The candlelight made the tree appear to be glowing. There was a light blue blanket spread at the base of the trunk that had a couple of empty plates, a bottle of whiskey that looked suspiciously like the ones the saloon made for themselves, and a very poorly weaved basket that was nearly falling apart.

“Arthur,” You said in awe, “What is all this?”

“Get down here and I’ll show you,” He winked at you as he said it.

“Why you’re being awfully forward, sir.” You grinned and finally took his hand to slip off the saddle as well. As Arthur led you to the blanket residing over the dust, you recognized the spot you were in. “Arthur Morgan.” You gasped slightly.

The way his full name rolled off your tongue always made him feel special, “Miss Y/n?” He hummed.

“Is this what I think it is?” You laughed in disbelief.

Arthur momentarily panicked thinking you had already figured out what he intended to ask you that night. His heart leapt into his throat as he replied, “What do you think it is?” Your laughter made him nervous. Maybe you figured it out and were making fun of him for it.

“This is where we met, isn’t it? Where those goblins left me tied up because they didn’t want to listen to me anymore!” You giggled and placed a hand on the bark of the tree, reminiscing on how livid you were. Yet, you had those kids to thank in some backwards way. They were the reason you met Arthur.

“Oh that,” He breathed a sigh of relief, “I was hopin’ you’d remember.”

“Of course I remember. How could I forget the day I met my…” You turned towards him, your face merely inches from his, and could hardly think. The lights were reflecting in his eyes and made them seem brighter and boy-like. He looked younger, carefree. “My best friend.”

You weren’t sure what you and Arthur were, but best friend was the closest you could get without telling him you were ready to jump his bones any time of the week. Void of the beers it took to get you confident enough to do it.

“Well,” He cleared his throat and sat down on the blanket opposite from where you were standing, “Seeing as it’s been about a year since I found you stranded out here like a wounded pup-” You scoffed. “I figured we might as well make a date of it. Like a holiday.”

“Like an anniversary,” You ask slyly as you sit across from him. “My, my I didn’t think you were the anniversary-type, Arthur.”

“Important days deserve recognition,” He mumbled, turning to hide a growing blush on his cheeks.

“Well, let’s see what kind of treats are included in an ‘important day’ celebration.” You smile and reach into the basket.

“John put the food together while I was setting this up,” Arthur admitted with a sheepish grin, “So no clue what he put in there.”

You pulled out a few apples from the basket, two pieces of sponge cake wrapped in cloth, an opened tin of sardines, and some tried meat. Looking at the haul of food in front of you Arthur grunted in annoyance. “Fucking John.”

“No, no it’s wonderful!” You laugh, “You know how well sardines and cake pair together. And appes and jerky too! It’s a meal fit for a king.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” Arthur blushes as he picks up the sardines and puts them back in the basket with a glare - He actually hates them and knew John added them just to mess with him. “I should have asked Ms. Grimshaw to pack that.”

“Don’t you fret, Mr. Morgan.” You scooted yourself closer to him so you could press a comforting hand to his bicep - which was very strong and defined, you noticed, “If I expected to eat a five course meal then I’d be pursuing the Innkeeper’s son, but that man is unbelievably dull and extremely boring.”

“Right,” Though you meant to be comforting, your words made Arthur flinch just a bit. You were the kind of person who could pick to be with anyone, so why did he think you’d be willing to accept what little he had to offer. He couldn’t even plan you a decent dinner. “Why don’t we just eat this… snack… and I’ll make this up to you another time.”

“Make it up to me?” You laughed incredulously, shocked. “Arthur, you must be joking. This is beautiful: The set up, the drinks, even the food - It’s perfect.” You leaned closer into him, gaze fixated on his lips.

His breath became unsteady and ragged as he also began to lean into you, his eyes scanning your face as you grew closer/ Eventually, he watched as you lifted your chin and your eyes fluttered closed, all he had to do was move a few centimeters and his lips would meet yours.

Arthur was afraid, though. He was worried he’d screw it up in some way. That he would ruin you by just touching you. This wasn’t some drunken stupor the two of you had managed to get yourselves into; this was something far more vulnerable, far more raw.

As he contemplated whether or not he should even continue with his plan of confessing to you, he heard you plead under your breath, “Please, Arthur.”

That’s when he lost all self control and smashed his lips to yours in a moment of passion. How could he tell you no? He snaked his hands around your waist to try and pull you in closer. You wove your hands through his hair as you were practically dragged into his lap. The kiss was messy, but perfect.

When the two of you broke the kiss, gasping for air, it didn’t take long for his lips to attach themselves to your neck as he worked deep kisses down your jawline to your collarbone. You gasped as teeth nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck and Arthur let out a low growl at the noise.

He continued peppering kisses on every bit of exposed flesh as you pulled the jacket and suspender straps from his shoulder and brought your hands under his shirt. Once he felt you starting to lift the shirt up as well, he pulled away from you and grasped your hands in his own. His pupils were blown, his lips were red and swollen, and his hair was an absolute mess. You knew you didn’t look much better, and it made your heart flutter.

It took all your self control not to jump his bones right there as you watched him lick his lips and give you a smirk.

“Before I get too carried away here,” He pushed a few pieces of stray hair behind your ear and stroked your cheek, “I have a question to ask you.”

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Hope you enjoyed part one of my first ever Arthur Morgan fic! I decided to do this instead of the pile of homework I have sitting on my desk right now, plus I figured it was a good day to post the first fic on the blog too!!

This was getting a little long so stay tuned for part two coming in a few weeks or whenever I get to it :)

-xoxo Arin

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