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shoah-cowboah · 10 months

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Dandelions

Summary: When Tilly, Karen, and Mary-Beth notice Sadie wearing dandelions in her hat, they naturally have their own ideas about why. Karen just happens to have one that heavily involves one Arthur Morgan...

Word Count: 1.9k+

A/N: I posted most of my RDR2 stuff originally on my main blog, so I might just either reblog it or repost it here. But here’s the official first fanfic that I’m posting on this one 😂💖 Hopefully y’all enjoy! This ship is one of my favorites 💗💗💗

It had started off as a fairly ordinary late morning. The girls were working on their usual tasks that Grimshaw had put them to, the three of them enjoying comfortable silence and talking as various thoughts occurred to them.

However, their late morning had quickly gotten quite the kick to it when Tilly happened to take a small break from the washing and took the time to actually look at the resident widow.

“Would you look at Mrs. Adler,” Tilly trailed off, surprise in her gaze as she took in the sight of the fiery blonde not too far off from them. Mary-Beth leaned forward to get a better look over her sewing and Karen leaned back a little as she tilted her head.

There standing near the campfire was Sadie Adler wearing the very last thing that any of the girls thought she would ever be wearing.

In the strings wrapped around the outside of her hat, three golden dandelions were delicately tucked. The three of them stared in shock as they took in the sight of the honestly quite feral woman with something as tame and gentle as flowers in her hat.

“What in the…”

“What’s she wearing flowers for?” Mary-Beth questioned, a note of bewilderment clear in her voice. However, her voice only reflected the feelings shared between the three of them together.

There was a collective moment of silence between them as they all contemplated this development for a few minutes.

“Where you reckon she got them from?” Tilly mused, and Karen shrugged.

“Well, they grow out yonder somewhere probably. I don’t take much time to stop and inspect them or nothing, but she probably could’ve got ‘em from over there at the tree line,” Karen gestured in the general direction of the area she was discussing.

“Let’s ask Abigail. She’s closer with her anyways,” Karen decided for them, her voice carrying just a bit of a slur that told them that she had been drinking just enough to be slightly tipsy. She was quite obviously still in a primarily sober mind, but there was just enough inebriation to remove some inhibitions and most ideas of potential discretion.

“Hey, Abigail!” Karen called, raising her voice unashamedly, and Tilly and Mary-Beth shared a glance that Karen fortunately seemed to miss. If she had not have, she surely would have already given them trouble about it given the somewhat dreading nature of the expressions on their faces.

Abigail was grabbing a somewhat late-morning cup of coffee from by the fire when Karen yelled, and Abigail furrowed her brow, looking over at the group as she strode over.

“Yeah?” Abigail simply replied, taking a sip from her coffee as she waited for Karen to speak.

“Is Sadie getting flowers from Arthur?”

Abigail choked a bit on her coffee, the surprise clearly written in her face as she gaped at Karen.

Tilly and Mary-Beth looked at Karen with equally as much shock, not expecting Karen’s assumption in the least.

“You didn’t say anything about Arthur!” Mary-Beth sputtered, her face slightly rosy and a definitive tone of jealousy written in the enunciation of her words.

“Or someone getting them for her!” Tilly added on with her own tone of deep fascination and slight excitement. She liked to see Arthur happy, and the new thoughts that Karen had successfully brought to the table were indeed a point of great interest for her.

“Why would you say a thing like that?!” Abigail demanded, her voice somewhat hushed as she lowered her coffee a little.

“Well, she’s runnin’ around here with flowers in her hat, and the only way I figure she’d be wearing flowers were if someone gave ‘em to her,” Karen pointed out as she gestured in Sadie’s direction, subtlety officially thrown out the window.

“But why would you think Arthur was the one who done it?” Mary-Beth whispered furiously, leaning in closer as she grew increasingly invested in this entire thing. Tilly glanced at the two of them before looking back at Abigail, curious if she had some sort of insight.

Abigail turned to try to see Sadie.

She soon spotted her getting her rifle ready for guard duty. As the woman turned around, she was soon able to see the flowers tucked in her hat. Abigail just stared as Sadie started across the clearing, heading out to the main pig trail that led to the camp.

“Well, I’ll be,” Abigail trailed off, suddenly getting a smile on her face that was growing ridiculously wide far too quickly.

Excitement was gripping her at the thought that maybe Sadie had found someone that could finally pull her from the grief and sadness that she had been suffering from. And perhaps even better, someone who could pull her from the deep fury and madness that raged beneath the surface and the feral twinge that was in her eyes.

It also meant quite a bit to her to think that Arthur, the man who had been quite a good friend to her for all of this time and even to some extent family to her, was happy with Sadie. She, like Tilly, wanted to see him happy and she knew that Sadie was a far better woman for him than that Mary Gillis-Linton-whatever she was now.

“Does Mrs. Adler look like the kind to you to go around picking flowers?” Karen asked, bringing the conversation back around to Mary-Beth’s prior statement, and Mary-Beth faltered momentarily as she contemplated.

“Well, no, but she might…”

“No, we know you would because you’re the type, but Mrs. Adler’s the kind to have both feet firmly planted on the ground,” Karen declared, a smirk on her face at this point as she watched Sadie disappearing in the trees.

“Well, if it is Arthur, I think they’d make a mighty fine pair,” Tilly expressed, nodding resolutely as she made her decision about it.

“But so soon after her husband passed?” Mary-Beth questioned, seeming troubled over this even still.

“Love comes at the most unexpected of times, Mary-Beth,” Abigail informed her, quick to defend Sadie’s potential feelings for Arthur, and Mary-Beth sighed softly.

Just as Karen was about to speak up again, Tilly spotted Grimshaw heading their way.

“We better get back to work before she starts up again,” Tilly grumbled, returning to the washing as she tried to look busy. Mary-Beth and Karen followed suit, and Abigail leaned in toward them, still excited about the prospect of Sadie and Arthur.

“I’m going to go ask John if he knows anything. He probably won’t, the silly man, but it won’t hurt to see. Him and Arthur’s gotten closer recently,” Abigail told them before hurrying off, scurrying in the direction that she had last seen him as she grinned widely.

Fortunately, as Abigail left, Grimshaw settled for simply passing by with a dirty look thrown in their direction. It was an obvious warning and one that the group intended to heed as best as they could.

However, as soon as she was gone, Tilly sighed deeply.

“Well… if John doesn’t know, I suppose we might not ever find out the total truth behind it.”

“One of those infamous camp mysteries,” Mary-Beth pointed out, and Karen huffed with a slight grin.

“Kind of like Uncle’s real name,” Karen acknowledged, and Tilly wrinkled her nose as she looked at the other two girls, raising up a bit from where she was crouched down.

“What is his real name anyway?”

With that, they were successfully launched into a whole other discussion as they worked and speculated and giggled about their guesses.

And for that moment, Sadie and Arthur were forgotten.

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“Who’s that?!” Sadie called, allowing a growl to enter her voice as she heard the telltale thumping of a horse’s hooves trotting against the ground. It was likely one of the menfolk, but she could not take the chance, so she attempted to sound as unwelcoming as she could.

“It’s Arthur!” a familiar voice called out, and Sadie instantly softened, the smallest hint of giddiness rising into her chest that she fought to keep at bay.

“Good to have you back!” she called in reply, a warmth that she could not help slipping into her voice.

He came into view, his beautiful white Arabian’s coat shimmering in the light coming down from between the leaves of the trees above them. There was a large deer strapped to the saddle and laying over the back of the horse with two turkeys tied to the side of her, and it was clear that he had gone out hunting.

Sadie simply watched him carefully, noting how he slowed down as he drew close to her. He slid off of the horse as she came to a stop not too far from Sadie.

Arthur meandered carefully and almost shyly until he paused before her. She lowered the gun comfortably at rest in her arms as she watched him, moving it so that the strap was around her shoulder.

He reached into his satchel, his hat angled low as he looked down in a manner that was almost as if he were attempting to hide his face from her. Arthur then withdrew a group of dandelions from the soft leathery bag, proffering them to her as he looked at her just barely under his hat.

“I, um… Found more of these when I was out. I knew you liked the last ones, and after you told me dandelions were your favorite, I just… wanted to get you more in case those others were wilting,” he stated as he stumbled a little over his words in an attempt to explain himself.

Arthur was terribly endearing standing there with such a sheepish, boyish way about him as he tried to find some place to rest his other hand that was not holding the flowers. It was clear that he was terribly awkward as he tried to decide whether to loop his thumb around his gun belt or let his hand hang idly at his side.

So, having mercy on him, Sadie took the flowers gently from him, her fingers rubbing against the callouses of his much larger hands that were somehow still gentle in their movements despite the roughness of their exteriors. She looked down at them, smiling a little as she looked at him carefully in an attempt to meet his eyes despite his somewhat shy gaze.

“Thank you… It were… mighty sweet of you to think of me,” she replied to him, her voice uncharacteristically gentle in a manner that she did not think that she had left in her any longer. She could not help her smile as she looked at him.

He lifted his head a little to look at her, those pretty blue-green eyes shining underneath the shadow casted by the brim of his hat.

“‘Twas no problem, Mrs. Adler.”

She made a disapproving noise instantly, scolding him softly, and he chuckled, dipping his head before looking back up at her with so much gentleness and fondness that it took her breath away a little.

“Sadie,” he corrected himself, and she nodded, smirking as she lightly smacked his shoulder playfully and— dare she say it— somewhat flirtatiously.

“And don’t forget it.”

“Yes, boss,” he muttered, a definitive grin tugging at his lips.

Arthur turned back to his horse and mounted her. As soon as he was in the saddle, he tipped his hat to Sadie respectfully, continuing toward camp to bring them the spoils of his hunting trip, and Sadie watched him go, admiring him wordlessly.

She looked down at her flowers, grinning widely in spite of herself as she huffed and shook her head.

Sadie was quickly beginning to think that he might be the best man she had known since her Jake.

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