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Rescued a horse from the murfree brut… poor thing, that’s for sure.

Named her Keezheekoni which can translate with burning fire. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I’m writing a FF too 👀

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I‘ve so many thoughts about this game. So, so many.

Arthur Morgan. You’re a good man.

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Oh Arthur…

Sometimes I think about the fictional outlaw… and how silent he actually was. Did ever saw someone just him and not the masks he wore?

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Sooo well, it’s not exactly the first time I ever wrote a Fan Fiction 👀. But it’s the first time in English. And m’ not sure if I should write it. So here we are. With a simple idea.

The Unshaken

A Red Dead Redemption Fan Fiction

Honour belongs to those who face the evil ones

“We were thinking about California, but then Dutch and Hosea brought us down to Blackwater…”

Arthur Morgan is an outlaw: brute, cold hearted and loyal. So it seems. But after the failed job of robbing that ferry everything turned into a disaster - and his life upside down - questionable decisions are made. Is Arthur really the deadly killer everyone beliefe? Or is there something more about his story?

Prologue

1899, June - Clemence Point

“We trusted in a foolish plan; a hopeful dream. A future with a happy end.”

Maybe the whole story began with a simple word. Or - so I wishfully believed - with something like fate. Now I’m not so sure anymore. After months of running and running. Behind us the law and before nothing more than a fragment of a plan. Load spoken words with no meaning or phrases from bluntly written books.

Well, is that the story?

My story?

I was too deep into my thoughts to be really present while I sat at the campfire somewhere in Lemoyne after a too long day of chores under the brutal sun. Ms. Grimshaws ranted at the girls. Hosea hummed some song that seemed familiar to me. Dutch whispered too quietly with Mary-Beth to understand any spoken word. And I thought: Maybe that was the beginning of the end. The last months of shattered happiness. Or just a fools game. No winner. No happy end. No hope. After my death I got forgotten how every sad man in this kind of world.

Oh this fragile hope.

I would laugh if I could. Because all that shit that happened in the last weeks was just like a bad joke. When I was honest with myself than I’d say that I never have I ever felt so hopeless. Lost in the darkness of my mind. Lost between blood and pressure. The feeling that I wasn’t a human being anymore was more than a simple whisper in my mind. Not the first time I saw that - nowadays - I was only the workhorse of the gang. And it’s that be true.

Shakespeare would write gloriously about the life of an outlaw. With big words and much bigger acts. But also with a dramatically ending. That he would. Just not with my story. Not about an Arthur Morgan. Some ugly old guy with a more simpler mind. Who couldn’t speak right or find any fancy words to describe the world.

Yes, it was this evening that showed me that my mind was lost. I had followed Dutch blindly, let my anger run wild and now I paid with the most precious good. Freedom.

All this fighting, all the dead... all the plans I had followed: for nothing. For my own the desire to die.

A deep sigh broke over my lips, before I stood up again. From Dutch’s tent I heard the low music playing. The man danced slowly with Ms. Grimshaw. They’re giggled like children, happy smiles on their lips. Karen stand nearby with a bottle of whiskey between her shaky hands. Her blond hair like fluid gold in the shine of the fire.

I always liked her. Her wild character, her stormy heart and the creativity from her soul. But like the life is, I spoke far too rarely with her.

“Arthur”, she smiled. Something between a cougar and an angle. Dangerous for sure. I nodded with my head. “When was the last time you danced?”

Shoulder shrugged I stand beside her. “Dunno”, I said and ducked the chin. Dancing… it would be the last thing I thought about on a normal day. “Can’t really dance…”

Karen took my hand in hers. “Wanna?” She smiled again. If’s the easiest thing to do. The whiskey forgotten. Or not important enough to think about it. “C’mon, Arthur…” Her voice not quite begging but wavering.

“Well then…” Grumbled I placed my hand on her hip, the other in her hand. The music was slowly and sounds Iike sad tale about sweethearts.

We moved to the beat of the music. To the left. To the right. With a sloppy twist and again. In Karen eyes a happy shine. And if I was honest with myself then I’d gladly say that I was happy too. For a while. Like if we’re teenagers again and nothing bad could happen to us.

“Arthur… what you think about our future? Do you think they’ll writing books about us?” Karen bite her lips.

“He, if so… then my story don’t have more then six chapters.” I tried to laugh about it. I really did. But something told me, that fate had already decided about me.

Six chapters…

And no one would be happy.

Where started it?

Blackwater? Before that? Or in Colter?

I lost the hold on Karen. Here I was… somewhere in Lemoyne. So afraid of my own story.

The beginning. Of the end.

Six chapters.

And no happiness. Oh, what fool I was to believe it could be different.

1899… the time of the outlaws find a end.

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What do you think? Should I write it? 👀🫣

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“for you, i’d steal the stars.”

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What do you think are the best fanfictions of Buddie as a high school or college AU?

Share the links in the comments

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Uhhh... I'm sorry but WHAT?

It's nearly 3 am and my brain is exploding because I never noticed Eddie wearing Buck's coat in 5x6. Did everyone else already know this? I'm losing my mind here. When the cam zooms out they're wearing the correct coats but in this scene Eddie is wearing a coat with Buckley on the back and OMG.

I decided to make it a gif after rewatching the same 5 seconds of video five thousand times.

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All the Ghost x Soap Shipper and no one talk about this one scene in the car, where Rodolfo talk about ghosts mask and Soap gesticulated with his hand so Rudi stops talking.

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Seconds before dead 🫡

Common LT thought you always fight alone… so why so feared about Johnny?

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I don't know: but if they're not in love, why are they so soft?

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Well… I’m not an artist

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S: "Shoot him"

G: "no I have something else in mind"

Ghost why the fuck did you sound so flirty about having a hands on way to kill a man?? Why did you jump off a roof to stab a dude you could've shot?? Is it cause Soap was watching??

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Is it just me or is Soap smirking at Simon

(Peep little Gaz in the corner also admiring Simon 🤭)

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Something about this conversation after Soap tries to aim with his wounded arm… Someone hold me I’m about to pass out

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Hmmmm, okay listing.

I had this verse in my head... It’s sounds like a song about ghost and soap. Maybe a bit tragic, maybe a bit soft. Or just a story of pain and darkness: nobody knows.

It’s the darkness in your soul, which speak a story full of pain

but it is always the opposite of my own sun…

my Love, the moon…

my Love, with all this pain…

I’m here for you. So like you for me. In this darkness of war crimes, blood and death.

My Love, with all this pain…

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I wanted to lighten up the scene & fuck, the way soap just watches ghost when he catches tHE KEYS AND THEN THE FUXKING HEIGHT DIFFERENCE?? IM HAVING A STROKE

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on mY KNEES FOR THE WAY GHOST SAYS “Soap…”