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[leechmilf]

Just randomly switched from writing to painting bruh

Someone pls give me ideas on what to paint (constructive criticism also welcomed)

This is a completely random and unnecessary post, but mf I'm bored

[leechmilf]

Crimson snow

⇢Low Honor! Arthur Morgan x F! reader

CW: injuries, swearing, violence, suggestive themes I guess?

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Click.

Another click.

The pistol wailed at the forfeit of it's ammo, the sound echoing in the room. Indicating the bearer is more vulnerable every second. The ruffian, supposedly collecting debts, was trapped. Inhaling the cold zephyr like the other men in the building.

Trapped. Like an animal. By the bounty hunters.

"How does it feel now, Mr. Morgan? How does it feel to be the one losing, hm?" One of the men, dressed in a red and black suit, circled him. Revolver holsted. Why do it himself, when he has his men wrapped around his finger?

"I ain't losing. Now face me like a real man, will ya?" Arthur holsted his pistol, instead taking out his skull engraved knife and getting into a defensive position, silently noting the column close to him. The bounty hunter rised his hand, giving his subordinates a sign to lower their weapons. "Feeling lucky today, Morgan?" He took out his own weapon.

Arthur waited for the first slash, giving the other man space. After a few seconds, it finally came, blocking it with his arm he closed the space between them. His free hand snatched the gold coated gun on the mans hip, using the momentum to bash his opponents head.

Thanking whoever gave him luck for the shock he caused, he quickly hid behind the column. Rolling out the revolver, it was full. He really was lucky today, huh.

He headshoted all of the men who were unfortunate enough to stick out their head at the wrong time. But of course, the revolver isn't magical. Tossing it on the floor, he counted the remaining opponets. 3. Time to take it up close and personal.

One of the men was up on the stairway, gun ready. If he tried to make it personal now, he would be dead in a matter of second.

Throwing knives. He rummaged through his satchel, finding one.

Holding the knife he peeked out of the other side of the column, aimed at the man and threw the knife, hoping for the best as he was still new to them.

The knife pierced the mans skull, making him roll his eyes to the back of his head as he dropped his gun. Arthur let ouf a sigh of relief as he watched the other two men, taking out his knife.

He ran out of his hiding spot to the man closest to him, the bounty hunters gaze was glued to his friends corpse rolling down the stairs. Arthur used this to his advantage as he took him from behind, and slashed his neck. Letting the man fall on the floor, he shifted his gaze to his last victim.

"Now what to do with you?"

He walked closer to the man, knowing he has the upper hand. He grabbed his chemise and lifted him to his feet. "You like livin'?" Arthur smiled.

That's where his luck decided to leave him.

Arthur felt harsh, piercing pain in his lower abdomen. He let the man go when he saw a pocket knife sticking out his muscled body. His dark blue coat staining with red as he grunted in pain. It has been a long while since he had his own blood coating his body, but he knew his luck had to run out at some point.

He knew he couldn't take it out now, as it would only make the bleeding stronger, instead he closed his hand around the knife to hold it in place. He looked at the cowering man at his feet, as his teeth gritted in agony.

"You have a death wish don't you.." he growled through his teeth. The outlaw rised his knee, kicking the bounty hunter in his jaw. He cried out in pain, begging for his life even, but Arthur didn't have any of that as he delivered another hard stomp to his stomach.

"Fuck.." Arthur grumbled as he watched the man bleed out, himself included. There has to be a first aid kit somewhere..

Scrambling around the house, he found nothing, just some booze and a few cigars. The sound of horse hooves interrupted him from his search. He crouched to the window. More bounty hunters. He growled under his breath as he looked around. Back doors.

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The calming sound of wood crackling filled the snowy cabin. The flames devouring the timber making it crumble in the comfiness of the fireplace. Smell of a freshly brewed stew present too.

A woman, humming a melody, took out a spoon from the drawers and tried out the stew, making sure it had the right amount of seasoning. Feeling pleased, she took out a ladle and a bowl. Pouring herself the meal.

She sat at the table, enjoying some well deserved food. Living in the mountains wasn't easy, so when she found a rabbit in one of her traps this morning, she was more than pleased. After she finished off the last bits, she washed the bowl.

Sighing, she looked out of her window. It was dark outside, a snowstorm coming up. It made her think of how life could have been, if her parents haven't tried to make her marry a man she hardly knew, that's also the reason she's up here.

Resting her head on her palms, she rubbed her face in disgust from what could have been, if she hadn't ran away, she would be bearing the mans children and maybe even worse. She closed her eyes, trying to think of something nicer.

Suddenly, the wooden door of her cabin gave a loud creak, making her head turn in shock. She saw a man. A man at the brink of his death, leaving a crimson trail up her doorstep. They locked eyes, he said;

"Come here, and don't do anything stupid." The woman nodded, noting the weapons holsted on his hip, making her gulp as she rised her hands. "Good girl.." The man harsly turned her around the second she was in his arm's reach. Unsheatling his knife, he held it to her throat with his other hand holding her.

"Do you own any medical supplies?" his body felt cold on hers as she nodded slowly.

"Where?" she poined to a wooden cabinet, "Fucking hell.." he whimpered, the fatigue present in his voice. He beckoned her to walk to the cabinet. "Open it." he ordered, the woman opened the cabinet with trembling hands, taking out the first aid kit.

"Good, now do me a favour and don't do anything you'll regret." he said as he took the box from her hands, limping to the dining table.

The woman couldn't help but admire his broad shoulders.

He sat down with a groan as he opened the first aid kit. His brows furrowed.

"What's your name?" he asked. "It's Y/n L/n, Mr.." She said casually, not wanting to anger him anymore. "Well Y/n, best you don't know my name. But I'm gonna need you to pull this outta me." You raised your brows in confusion. He only sighed in annoyance as he removed his coat, a black vest stained dark and a white dress shirt underneath with knife poking out of his abdomen was exposed to you.

You let out a shuddering breath with an 'okay' as you walked closer to him. You gripped the handle of the knife, looking into his eyes he gave you a slight nod as he tried to control his breathing. You yanked it out of his body as he groaned in pain. Tossing the knife to the side quickly, you pressed on the wound, making him grit his teeth together.

You knelt in front of him, "If you want me to help, you'll need to strip out of your top, this is gonna need stitching." he growled as he started to pop the buttons of his black vest. Sliding it off his arms he did the same with his dress shirt, but this time peeling it off his wound with a whimper.

"Do your magic, woman." he sighed as he placed his hat on the table.

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How much does this man weight?

I dragged him to my bed, in effort of trying to make him more comfortable. He passed out a few moments after he removed his clothes, at my own mercy. His wound is all cleaned and dressed now, ready to heal.

I covered him with the comforter, I removed his clothes to let them dry up until the morning, hoping he wouldn't wake up until then. But I do have to say, he's a rather handsome man, the years of hand work present on his body. I thought as I softly slid my hand across his well built chest.

I sighed, tired myself. He looked rather peaceful, not reminiscent to the male I first saw at my doorstep.

I took one of my spare blankets and laid down close to the fireplace, obeserving the man's peaceful face, noticing his scars in the process. I sighed contently as I closed my eyes, waiting for what the morning will bring.

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Someone's staring at me.

I shifted in my bed, feeling a strong presence behind me, not wanting to open my eyes just yet.

"I know you're awake." A deep voice behind said in amusement. I opened my eyes far too quickly, looking around me. I was in my bed, but I fell asleep next to the fireplace? I turned around, there, next to me, was the man from yesterday laying on his side, looking quite content with a smirk on his face.

"Well good morning, doe. Quite the spirit to have an unknown man in your bed." He laughed. "You do realise what I could do to you.." He said with a more serious tone as he grabbed my chin.

"Uh, I only put you on my bed to make you more comfortable, plus I don't think you would appreciate it if I left you to sleep on the chair, mister" I said, embarassed.

He put on his pants at this point. Thanks God.. He left my chin as he sat up, "Well, look outside the window. You won't be pleased, doe." He smirked even more. I did as he said, there was a harsh snowstorm going on.

"Guess I'll have to stay longer, huh."

Smug bastard.