Love Languages
summary: Dutch & Hosea take in a young woman from the streets, and Arthur tries to start a conversation, but there's one thing that's causing problems.
info: reader is german, small(ish) age gap, language barrier, issac is alive AU, (arthur is 20!),use of y/n
"Everyone, this is Y/n." Dutch introduced you to everyone as you nervously picked at your lips. You were still pretty shy and nervous, not trusting anyone.
"She's pretty!" Said little John. Arthur put a hand on his head, Arthur could tell you were shy, and he tried to calm John down. John was eight-years-old though, barely had hit puberty and was hyperactive.
"Thank.. you." You softly said, almost a mutter.
"Sorry bout' him, Miss. He's a kid, don't know any better." Arthur said as he approached you. You could only nod, you were terrified of embarrassing yourself with your broken English.
"What's ya' name?" You gulped. There was no backing out of the question now. It would be rude not to answer, and you weren't rude.
"Y/N!" You said a little louder. This is when Arthur noticed that soft little accent, you were German.
"That's a lovely name, I'm Arthur." He smiled at you.
"Thank you, gutaussehend." You say, giving a little mischievous smirk. You know what you said, calling him handsome. But Arthur looked slightly confused.
"Uh.. you didn't just insult me in German now, did ya?" Arthur chuckled nervously. You were feeling less shy now, more cheeky. You shook your head.
"Du bist ein sehr gutaussehender, Arthur." You continued to call Arthur handsome in your native tongue, trying not to let a little giggle slip at his bewildered expression.
"This has gotta either mean somethin' really good or really bad." Arthur ran a hand over his face in frustration and confusion. This is when you decided to speak up again.
"It.. means good. Do not worry." You smile.
"What does it mean then?" Arthur asked. You hesitated.
"It means.. It means.. uh.." You were just about to reply when a soft coo interrupted you. You turned, looking behind Arthur to see a short, small little boy with golden blonde hair running towards Arthur.
"Papa! Papa!" He shouted, latching onto Arthur's leg. Arthur looked down, smiling tenderly at the boy. He was most likely two or three years old.
"Hey, Isaac." Arthur leaned down, scooping the little man up. He turned back to you, and gave you a nervous chuckle. He could see you looking at Isaac with slight confusion.
"This is my boy, my son. Isaac." Arthur brushed some hair out of Issacs's face, and he gave a smile that was directed towards you.
"She's pretty papa!" Isaac says, looking between his father and you.
"He is cute." You smile.
"Say thank you Isaac, she called ya' cute."
“Tank you, Ma’am.” You giggled at how cute and sweet Issac was. Arthur gently placed Issac back into the ground and turned back to you.
“Now, where were we?” Arthur said, reffering to the words you had used on him before Issac came and interrupted.
“Handsome.” Was all you could say. Arthur blushed.
“Handsome? Is that— what you were callin’ me? In German?” Arthur asked, his blue eyes were wide with shock and his cheeks were going a bit pink. You nodded, the shyness from earlier disappearing.
“Well, yer quite pretty too. Pose’ I should pay you a compliment as well.” You blushed.
"Thank you Mister." You smiled, shy.
"No need to call me Mister. Just Arthur is fine." Arthur said, giving you a smile.
You and Arthur continued to talk, and despite the slight language barrier. The hours ticked away like minutes, and before you both knew it, it was already dinner time.
"Seems like you two had a nice chat," Dutch said as watched both of you walk over to the campfire.
"Arthur and the new girl, sittin' in a tree!" Little John called out, his voice teasing.
"Quiet down John," Hosea said as he sat down around the fire.
You and Arthur sat next to each other on a log, keeping a distance.
"So big bro, is she your girlfriend?" Little John asked with a smirk on his face. Arthur rubbed a frustrated hand over his face and groaned.
"No, she isn't my lady. I only just met er'." You nodded to what Arthur was saying, as to back up his point.
But later, when everyone was in there tents, Arthur was still awake with his lantern lighting up the dark space. He was writing in his journal, about you.
"Dutch and Hosea introduced us to a new lady today. Apparently she's only seventeen years old, no parents and been roaming the streets. Poor girl looks like she hasn't eaten in days. Hosea has gone hunting for dinner, and I tried to make conversation with her.
But it was hard, as she didn't speak very much English. But I learned her name, and she even called me 'handsome,' in her native language which is German. And she learned to say my name.
John's been teasin' me, about her. Sayin' she's my girlfriend and such, but she's not. Barely know the girl. But I won't deny that she is a beautiful lady."
Sincerely, Arthur Morgan.
a/n: this is my fic I wrote before losing the original account, im not stealing anything.
Love Languages (Pt. 2)
Summary: Dutch & Hosea take in a young woman from the streets, and Arthur tries to start a conversation, but there's one thing that's causing problems.
After shutting my journal, finishing my entry, I put it under the thin, worn out pillow and laid down to go to sleep.
In the morning, I woke up and the first thing I saw was John with a cheeky grin on his face while he held the dusty brown journal.
"You DO like her!" John said way to loudly. "You like the new girl!"
"Quiet down before I choke you!" Arthur whisper shouted as he ran a hand through his messy brown hair.
"Don't you go tellin' anyone about this. I swear." Arthur said as he sat up and stretched.
"Yeah, Yeah." John rolled his eyes.
Arthur took the opportunity to snatch back his journal and he placed it in his satchel.
Arthur began to get dressed after John left his tent.
"Is anything okay in here?" A soft familiar German accent made Arthur almost jump out of his half buttoned clothes.
Arthur turned around while finishing buttoning his shirt. "Oh, hello."
"I hear.." You paused, your eyes narrowing as you tried to find the word you were looking for. "Loud."
Arthur's eyes flicked in recognition. You had probably heard John earlier and you came in thinking something had happened, not knowing it was purely just him and John bickering.
"No need to worry," Arthur raised a hand to you. "It was just John and I bickerin'."
"Okay." You gave a soft smile.
Arthur noticed the nightgown you were wearing. It was tattered and had different coloured patches of fabric stitched into it, most likely to hide holes.
"What happened to your dress?" Arthur asked, his blue eyes still on the night gown.
You also looked down at your dress. "O-Oh.. that's from when I've tripped over." You explained. "I've had to stitch up my dresses from when I've tripped over."
"Like when H-Hosea and that other man were chasing me, I tripped. It tore my dress."
"Why was Hosea chasin; you?" Arthur asked, looking back up at your face with concern in his eyes.
"I stole him."
“You stole from him?” Arthur asked, assuming that's what you meant to say. He knew your English wasn't perfect.
You nodded.
"And he take me here. With food." You explained.
"What.. What were you doin' out on the street?" Arthur hesitated to ask you this, what if it was too personal?
You didn't reply for a few moments.
"You ain't gotta answer." Arthur tilted his head down. "I understand.
Later in the day, Arthur went out with Dutch and that left you with Isaac, Tilly, Hosea and John.
You walked around camp and paused when you saw Hosea with Isaac. He had a warm grin on his face, and he was only bouncing him but Isaac was laughing like it was the best thing in the world.
"Hallo," You approached the two of them. Hosea looked up at you with the same warm fatherly look in his eyes.
"Well hello, I'm just trying to wear this little guy out for a nap." Hosea brushed some of Issacs's golden hair out of his little face. "But he's making me more worn out."
"Where Arthur?" You asked, sitting down next to him.
"He's gone to do tasks with Dutch." Hosea explained. "And it's where is Arthur."
"Sorry."
"No need to apologise." Hosea brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face.
"Listen, after this little guy goes for his nap," Hosea glanced down at Isaac who was now leaning his tiny body against Hosea's chest. "I can teach you some English."
"How much?" You looked up Hosea with a strand of hair in your face resting on the bridge of your nose. Hosea tilted in his head in confusion.
"Like.. Like how much money?" Hosea asked. "Cause it don't cost anything." He added.
"Really?"
"Of course."
A few hours later Arthur and Dutch rode back to camp.
Arthur walked over to Hosea, just too see if Isaac had been put down for his nap. But he paused when he saw you and Hosea leaning over a book.
"It's 'am,' not 'is.'" Hosea gently corrected you.
"What'cha guys doin'?" Arthur walked over with his thumbs hooked in the pockets of his jeans.
"I'm teaching her more English." Hosea looked up at Arthur and smiled.
"That's nice of ya," Arthur flashed a smile back at him.
"How is Isaac?" Arthur directed the question at Hosea but you answered, eager to show off your new English skills.
"Hosea put him down for a nap." You blurted out, spacing out your words like a toddler learning to speak.
Arthur gave you a kind smile.
"That's good." He said. "Your English is getting better."
"Thank you, Arthur." You flashed Arthur a soft smile.
Love Languages (Pt. 3)
Summary: Dutch & Hosea take in a young woman from the streets, and Arthur tries to start a conversation, but there's one thing that's causing problems.
Five months have passed since you joined the Van Der Linde gang, and you've settled in nicely.
Hosea has also been teaching you English as often as he could, and you have been improving.
But while you treated the younger children as your siblings and Dutch and Hosea as parental figures that you respected.
You wouldn't tell Dutch, but you liked Hosea more because of his fatherly and gentle nature towards young kids.
But your view on Arthur changed after awhile.
He was like an older brother at first but then you noticed his charming smile, his kind heart and of course his muscles.
You didn't mention your crush to anyone in fear of being judged. You assumed that Arthur was supposed to be like your brother, even if you had only known him for a few months and weren't biologically related to him.
You decided to confide in Hosea while no one was around in his tent.
"So, you've got a thing for Arthur now?" Hosea asked after you finished explaining.
You nod.
"Well.." Hosea paused. "I guess it's not completely wrong for you too like him, I guess."
"Do you think he would like me too?" You asked, fidgeting with your fingers while your hands rested in your lap.
Hosea didn't know how to reply to that. He didn't know how to deal with teenage girl issues, he had only ever dealt with Arthur and his crush on Mary.
Meanwhile..
Arthur was sitting in his tent, writing in his journal again.
But this time it wasn't just an entry.
Next to the page filled with Arthur's cursive handwriting was a drawing of a woman.
Not just any woman, but it was of you.
Arthur found you very attractive. Since you came to the camp he found you attractive.
Aside from your physical features, Arthur had noticed your kind and gentle nature towards the younger kids of the gang like John and Tilly.
But what really had caught his eye was how you were with his son. He had noticed how you fed Isaac when he was busy and when Issacs's grandfather's were busy.
Or how you patched his outfits up when they were torn from Isaac tripping over on sticks.
It warmed Arthur's heart to see how motherly you could be.
Meanwhile, while you were now in your own tent and getting ready to go to sleep.
But then, you heard baby noises coming towards your tent.
You sat up and prepared for Isaac to come into your tent, opening your arms for Isaac to launch himself into your arms.
As expected, Isaac pelted his tiny body into your arms.
"What are you doing up?" You asked, pulling away and running a hand through his golden blonde hair.
Isaac wasn't very good with words yet, so all he could do to show how he was feeling was rub his chubby baby belly to show he was hungry.
"Are you hungry?" You asked, standing up and brushing your night dress off.
Isaac nodded.
You took Isaac out of the tent with you in hope to find some milk, such as cow milk Arthur purchased.
You grabbed some milk and then went back into your tent to feed Isaac.
Issacs's little body was pressed against your chest while you had the bottle tilted so it would pour into his mouth, giving him breaks in between.
You and Isaac fell asleep together, Isaac's little body was right next to yours.
...
"Isaac? Where have ya' gone?" Arthur's voice was what you woke up too. He was clearly stressed out and probably running around camp hunting for his son.
Isaac woke up as well and since he was so young he didn't understand the situation. So he quickly shot up and sprinted out of your tent, before you carry him out and explain, he was out.
"Papa!"
"There you are!" Arthur crouched and opened his arms as Isaac ran towards him.
Arthur looked behind Isaac and saw you with a messy braid in and a panicked expression on your face.
"I-I'm sorry Arthur, he came into me last night.." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Don't look so frightened," Arthur said as he stood up to his full height, Isaac now in his arms. "He's learned to leave his bed now, it ain't your fault."
"He was hungry, I fed him. Hope you.." You trailed off, forgetting what else to say.
"Don't mind?" Arthur flashed you a smile. "I don't mind, thank you for doin' that."
You smiled at him. Arthur tilted his head slightly, and he seemed to zone out while staring at you.
"Are you alright?" You giggled.
Arthur cleared his throat and broke eye contact.
"Y-Yeah, all good. Just thinkin.'"
Later in the evening Arthur came to Hosea while you hung out with Tilly.
"What's wrong, son?" Hosea looked up at Arthur with his usual kind eyes.
"Well, I think I like a girl. I wanna take her out."
Hosea perked up, his blonde eyebrows raising.
"Really now? You haven't liked a girl since Mary." Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Sit down, son." Hosea pat the spot next to him. "Tell me about this mystery girl."
While Arthur explained, occasionally blushing or grinning like an idiot, Hosea had to fight the urge to smirk.
You had came to him hours before, talking to him about your crush on Arthur, and now Arthur had came to him talking about his crush on YOU.
After Arthur finished his ramble, Hosea pat him on the back.
"I think you should ask her out, but where were you planning on taking her?"
"Hm, maybe somewhere in Valentine. Like the Saloon."
