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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

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(A/n: I don’t know if I made this clear or not but just to let everyone know, in this story, Arthur doesn’t have tuberculosis. It was the original idea to follow the game but then I thought this would be better even though I did like how Arthur goes out. And heck, I changed and gave Joel Miller a better ending why not Arthur?)

“You’re a nasty woman, Miss Grimshaw, a nasty woman.” Karen’s voice shout, which woke Arthur up. He sits up in his cot and sees that (y/n) wasn’t sleeping next to him and she saw Jack and Annebeth trying to play but you could tell their heart wasn’t really in it. Clearly what happened to Molly yesterday really affected them.

“You think I wanted to shoot her?” Grimshaw asked Karen as Arthur gets dressed. “You seemed to like it, I saw that beady look in your eye.” Karen accused. “You’re drunk again.” Grimshaw deflected. “And you’re a fucking murderer!” Karen shouts.

“She broke the rules.” Grimshaw said, just as loudly as Karen. “She did no such thing, she was in love, you sour-faced old crone! Damn you, Murderer, Murderer!” Karen screams and she walks away while Grimshaw glares after her.

Arthur sighs and shakes his head at this as he starts to look for (y/n), maybe now he could ask her what Sadie meant before he had to go meet up with her to save John. He walks around until he sees her sitting up against a tree some feet away from the camp.

He walks over to her and saw her looking down as she had her legs pulled up to her and her arms resting on her knees. She looked like she was in deep thought and Arthur hated to have to interrupt her but he was worried about her.

“Hey (y/n).” He greets. She raises her head at him and gives him a small smile. “Hey, Arthur.” She said, in a small tired voice. “You okay?” He asked as he sits down next to her. She sighs then scoffs a laugh as she shakes her head. “Just…hell of a couple days, huh?” She said. “Yeah…” Arthur sighs and he noticed that she had some sort’ve brooch in her hand that she was fiddling with.

“Where’d you get that?” He asked, nodding towards the brooch. She looks at it, sighs then tells Arthur what happened with Oliver and his dad and how he gave her the brooch to pass down to Annebeth. “So now he wants to make up for it…” Arthur grumbles and (y/n) nods.

“Part of me wants to sell it but…I can’t help but feel that I should give it to Annebeth when she gets older. It’s a family heirloom and, whether I like it or not, she shares the same blood as him and therefore it should be passed down to her.” (Y/n) said. “Guess that makes sense.” Arthur said and (y/n) looks over at him. 

“Thought I’d get more fight outta you..” she said, surprised. “If it’s for Annebeth then…I don’t have a problem with it.” He replied and her smile returns. 

“Is there anything else you need to tell me?” Arthur asked her and (y/n)’s smile falters. “Sadie was telling me her plans to save John and she mentioned she did want you to come along but said But not in her condition. What did she mean by that?” Arthur asked her. “And Annebeth said you went to see a doctor. Is everything okay?" 

(Y/n) sighs and said. "Depends on how you respond to the news.” Arthur raises an eyebrow at this as (y/n) continues. “The last few weeks, I don’t know if you noticed, I’ve been feeling sick. So sick that I tend to vomit and some food tasted weird to me…” she said and Arthur nods a bit. “I remember you saying the champagne tasted odd back at that party.” He said.

“Well…I went to the doctor to see what he said, even though I kinda figured out what it might be.” She said and she looks into his ocean blue eyes. “What is it?” He asked as he stares back into her (e/c) eyes. She takes a deep breath then slowly let’s it out. “Arthur…I’m pregnant.” She said and Arthur’s eyes widen at this.

“What?” He asked her, shocked. “Now the doctor said it’s a strong possibility but I have to wait a few months. But…Arthur, looking back, the symptoms I’m experiencing are the same ones I had when I was pregnant with Annebeth.” She explained and Arthur looks her over as if he was making sure she wasn’t lying.

“You sure?” He asked and (y/n) looks him in the eyes, without blinking. “I would never, ever lie about this, Arthur. I care and love you too much to do that to you. I promise you that I’m pregnant, and you are the father.” She said. Arthur stares at her for a moment then a small smirk appears on his face.

“Well I sure as shit better be.” He said and she smiles. “I’m hurt that you would doubt me, Mr. Morgan.” (Y/n) said, feigning hurt with a playful smirk, placing her hand on her chest where her heart is. He laughs at her joke at first then remarks. “You’d be surprised, darlin’.”

The chuckles slowly died down, and Arthur’s smile faded to a deep frown as he looked down at his feet. (Y/n) sensed there is something going on in his head as he looked as though in deep thought.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked.

“What if…what if I ain’t cut out to be a father? Am I worthy to be a good father to our child?” He asked, his voice laced with insecurity. “Arthur…” she said, worried, but Arthur goes on.

“I’m afraid that something could happen to you or Annabeth one day if I wasn’t there. A lot has happened in my life before. What kind of father am I if—?” he started to ramble and (y/n) holds her hand up to him. “Stop.” She said. “Stop beating yourself up like that. You are a good man, and a good father. Annebeth loves you already, and so will the baby once it’s born. You proved so much by the way you helped me and the others at camp. I know you care a lot for us, especially after when the children were taken, and you were hellbent on bringing them back home. Did so much for us yet you feel like you are unworthy. You are anything but that, Arthur Morgan. Deep down, you are a good man. You just need to see that.” she said and Arthur looks at her then moves his eyes away.

“I know a lot has happened, but just know that we’re here for you. You deserve to be happy. Everyone you held close to and lost would want you to have a happy ending you deserve, for them. For us.” She grabs his hand and place them on her stomach where their child is residing. To let him know that he is loved and that the baby would be happy to meet him soon in a few months. Arthur gazes, lovingly, at the small bump he could feel then at (Y/n), eyes brimming with happy tears. “Thank you.” He says and she smiles at him then leans up and kisses him

They share a loving kiss before they pull back and stare into each other’s eyes. “Now…how should we tell Annebeth she’s going to be a big sister?” he asked her but before (y/n) could answer, Strauss comes and up and calls out to Arthur, who moves his hand off of (y/n)’s belly.

"Mr. Morgan!” Strauss calls out as he comes up to them. “Herr Strauss.” Arthur said. “How are you?” Strauss asked him. “Doing good, all things considering.” Arthur said. “Okay. Are you perhaps available for some work?” Strauss asked him and Arthur sighs.

“Debtors?” Arthur asked and (y/n) looks between him and Strauss. “Yes.” Strauss said. “I guess.” Arthur sighs, sounding like he would rather do anything else than this. “Your commitment to your duties is admirable.” Strauss said, smiling.

“Who are they?” Arthur asked. “Well, there’s a deserter from Fort Wallace. Head to him first. They’re looking for him out on the road near Three Sisters. Man’s name is J. John Weathers.” Strauss explains. “J. John Weathers…” Arthur mutters. “Then, there’s a miner over in Annesburg. He’s called…well he’s called Arthur…like you.” Strauss chuckles and (y/n) could see Arthur rolling his eyes.

“Arthur Londonderry. Family man, desperate. You know the type.” Strauss said and Arthur sighs again. “Couldn’t one of the boys do this?” Arthur asked him. “I tried. They lacked your vigor.” Strauss said. “Vigor, huh?” Arthur scoffs then he sighs again. “All right.” He said and Strauss smiles, brightly. “Take care, Mr. Morgan.” Strauss said and he leaves.

Arthur runs his hands over his eyes. “I don’t want to do this.” He grumbles then he looks over at (y/n). “Especially leaving you after telling me the news.” He said and (y/n) gives him a sympathetic look. “I know, Arthur. I don’t like it either. But you have a job to do. Plus you have to help Sadie save John. Once you finish all that, then we can have some time together.” She assures him and Arthur looks at her and gives a soft smile.

“Just stay safe, okay?” She asked him and Arthur nods then he leans in and kisses her. “I’ll see you later.” He said as he gets up. “Be careful, honey.” (Y/n) said. “I love you.” Arthur said. “I love you too.” She said and Arthur goes to his horse and takes off.

For the next couple of hours, (y/n) kept her mind busy as she helped around the camp. But it made her sad as it seemed everyone, who once acted as a family, were now cold towards one another. And it seemed everyone was trying to not walk on eggshells.

(Y/n) was washing some clothes when she heard a hoofprints pounding on the ground. She looks up and sees Arthur coming in. She started to smile but it quickly disappears when she noticed this look of stern determination on his face as he makes his way to Strauss.

“Ah, how did you get on Mr. Morgan?” Strauss asked after Arthur made his way to Strauss, who was sitting on a large boulder. “Just dandy.” Arthur replied, flatly, then he stares at Strauss for a few moments then said. “Just…get up.” He said and Strauss looks up at him, startled. “What?” He asked. “Get up.” Arthur ordered as he grabs Strauss’s arm and pulls him up to his feet.

This startled (y/n) and she and a few other members stop and stare as Arthur takes Strauss to his tent. “What is wrong?” Strauss asked, shocked. “Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all.” Arthur said as he continues to drag Strauss.

“What are you doing?” Strauss asked as they get closer to his tent. “Something I should have done a long time ago. Get your bag. Is this it?” Arthur said as he grabs Strauss’s bag. “I don’t understand.” Strauss said as Arthur grabs some of Strauss’s personal items and put them in the bag. “I ain’t going to kill you, though I probably should. You disgust me and you shame us, if we could be shamed any more than we already are.” Arthur said and he finished packing up Strauss’s stuff. “That should do. Go!” Arthur said as he shoves Strauss’s bag in his hands.

“I don’t understand you. What are you doing?” Strauss asked as Arthur grabs him again and drags him towards the entrance of the camp. “Go and get a job!” Arthur shouts, angrily, as he shoves Strauss forward. 

Strauss stumbles then turns back around towards Arthur, clearly shocked at what was going on. “But…I was your friend.” he said to Arthur. “You and me, we ain’t decent, but those folk, they was. Now, here take that.” Arthur said as he pulls out some cash out of his satchel and throws it at Strauss. 

“Take that and get lost.” Arthur said and Strauss looks between the money and Arthur. “I’m-” he stammers but Arthur speaks over him. “Leaving.” Arthur said, in a firm quiet voice. Strauss stares at Arthur and tried to to talk but realized that he would just piss Arthur off.

He collects his stuff and the money and leaves while Arthur watches him. (Y/n) runs up to him and places a hand on his arm. “Arthur, what was that about?” She asked as Arthur turns to her. “I don’t want to talk about it. I gotta go.” He mutters as he goes over to his horse but (y/n) walks up next to him then grabs his arm. 

“Arthur, honey, talk to me.” She pleads and Arthur stops and sighs. “I just got tired of his jobs and him preying on desperate folk. J. John Weathers…he has a pregnant wife. And Londonderry, he died and…he left behind a wife and a young kid. A kid about Jack’s and Annebeth’s age.” Arthur said and (y/n) frowns. “Oh, Arthur…” she said, sympathetically, and Arthur shakes his head.

“I just…I couldn’t take it anymore…” he said, defeated. (Y/n) gives him a sympathetic look then takes his hand in her, intertwines her fingers with his, and gives it a reassure squeeze. He turns his head to her and she gives him a small smile then she leans up and kissed his cheek. 

The two share a look, a comfortable silence between them, before Arthur let’s out a sigh. “I better get going…” he said as he goes to his horse. “Be careful.” (Y/n) said and Arthur looks over his shoulder at her, a small smile on his lips. “Always.” He said and he mounts his horse and takes off.

Sometime later, Sadie and Arthur make it to Sisika and got into the grounds. They thought John was out on the ground with the chain gang, but after shooting a guard they realized that John was not out on the grounds like they thought.

They run up towards the guards they didn’t shoot, the prisoners were long gone at this point, and Sadie started to threaten one, asking where John was, but another guard comes up to her and aims his gun at her, threatening her. But Arthur comes up behind him and places his gun behind the guard’s head, scaring him to death.

Arthur takes him captive and he and Sadie make their way to the entrance of the prison, still holding the guard at gunpoint. “Jameson!” Arthur yells as they get to the front entrance and a few guards had run along the top level of the prison.

“Is Jameson in?” Arthur asked the guards. “He’s in Saint Denis.” One of the guards said. “They got Milliken.” Another guard exclaims. “Got him and going to kill him. Unless you bring me John Marston right now. You got one minute. I’m counting. One, two, three…” Arthur said but then he leans forward to Millikan.

“Millikan, is it?” He asked. “Yes, sir.” Millikan said, shaking. “Will you count for me? I got talking to do.” Arthur said to him. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” Millikan said and he was about to count but then turns his head to look at Arthur. “From one or four, sir?” He asked him. “Very funny. No, we must be at 11 by now.” Arthur said and Millikan begins to count.

“11, 12, 13.”

“Faster.” Arthur orders and Millikan starts to panic and cries. “14, 15, 16, 17. 18.” he counts while Arthur talks over him. “Now hurry up. Or this poor fool’s going to get his brain shot out and over what? For nothing.” Arthur said but noticed that Millikan stopped counting.

“Milliken. Don’t stop counting. I can’t hear you.” He said as a few guards walked away. “Hurry up and bring that asshole out here you bastard. Come on.” Millikan cried out to the guards. “Don’t cry, buddy.” Arthur said. “I don’t want to die.” Millikan cries and Arthur pats his shoulder. “I know. I know.” Arthur said and at that moment the front gates open and out comes John. 

“Hey, Hey, John.” Arthur said as Sadie goes over to him. “Hey, you two.” John greets and Sadie shoots the chain that was linked between John’s legs. “Now no funny business or Mr. Milliken here will stop crying once and for all.” Arthur threatened as John and Sadie run off. Then Arthur turns to Millikan. “Okay, today’s your lucky day. Let’s go.” Arthur said as he shoves Millikan forward and he starts to run while the guards start to fire at the trio.

“Been a while, John.” Arthur said as they hid behind some boxes and started firing at the guards. Sade handed John an extra gun she had. “You’re telling me! What took you so long?” John asked. “I’ll explain later.” Arthur said as they shoot and kill some guards.

“Was that you in the balloon?” John asked Arthur as they start to run again. “Believe me, that was my one and only time flying.” Arthur jokes and they dodge and run from the guards and their bullets.

They eventually make it to the boat and get inside of it.  “Come on boys, let’s move. I’ll row. You shoot.” Sadie said to Arthur. “Seriously?” Arthur asked her, annoyed. “Let me, you’re a better shot.” she said as she grabs the oars and Arthur pulls out a rifle. “All right, fine. You just relax and enjoy yourself, John. Leave the real work to them as can still handle it.” Arthur said as he takes aim. “Thanks.” John said as Sadie rows and Arthur kills the guards.

Finally they make it to Copperhead Landing and they get off of the boat. “I think I liked you better when you was all trussed up like a prized chicken.” Arthur told John. “No doubt.” John said and Sadie whistles for the horses.

“Hurry up. They’re going to on our tails soon enough if you boys keep wasting time.” She tells them as Arthur looks out at the water. “That’s us told then.” He said. “Hey Arthur…thank you.” John said to him, appreciatively, and Arthur turns to him and smirks. “Don’t mention it.” He said.

“Let’s go. We should get out of here quick before the law gets wind of this.” Sadie tells them as she gets on her horse. Arthur helps John to mount her horse then he gets on his and they take off as fast as they could.

“So what the hell happened in Saint Denis? Is Abigail all right?” John asked them. “She’s fine. Jack is too. She managed to escape when they got Hosea.” Sadie explained and John looks down. “Hosea. That still don’t seem real somehow.” He said, shaking his head. “All them years, Arthur, he was like family.” John said.

“We lost young Lenny too.” Arthur said. “No…what a damn mess.” John said, devastated. “What about the money?” He asked. “Lost somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.” Arthur explained. “What? How the hell did that happen?” John asked, confused and shocked.

“We hid on a boat, it was our only way out of there. The boat went down in a storm and we ended up stranded on an island somewhere near Cuba.” Arthur said. “Cuba? Wait, you’re going to have to tell me all this again.” John said, his mind running a mile a minute.

“It’s a long story, but things ain’t been good, John.” Arthur said, honestly. “You’re telling me!” John said, like it was obvious. “We’re holed up now in the mountains to the north near Roanoke Ridge in some caves there. The Pinkertons caught up with us again and we had to move.” said Arthur. “Seems Molly ratted us out, the bitch. So she’s dead too.” Sadie said.

“Jesus. Maybe you should have just left me to hang.” John said, sarcastically. “And I should warn you. Dutch didn’t want us breaking you out. Said it wasn’t the right time, so might not be the hero’s welcome you’re imagining.” Arthur said and John scoffs.

“So much for no man left behind.” he grumbles then he sighs. “I can’t stop thinking about this. In the bank, when they grabbed me, he saw it, felt almost like he had a moment to do something and didn’t.” John explains. “Dutch ain’t himself right now, or maybe he just ain’t who we thought he was.” said Arthur.

“Guess we don’t need to worry about who’s his favorite no more.” said John. “Guess not.” Arthur said as they make it to camp and Abigail and (y/n) look over and see that they had arrive.

“You brought him back to me.” Abigail said, her voice full of tears, as she runs over to Sadie and John. “We told you we would.” Sadie said as her and the boys dismount their horses. Abigail and John hug each other and (y/n) goes up to John.

“Good to see you back, John.” She said as her and John give a quick hug to each other then (y/n) goes over to Arthur and they embrace. “I’m so glad you’re safe too.” She whispers to Arthur. 

“John! What are you doing here?” Dutch’s voice called out and they all turn to him and see Dutch and Micah walking up to them. “Good to see you too partner.” John said to him, in a harsh sarcastic voice. “I meant I hadn’t sent for you yet.” Dutch corrects.

“I went.” Arthur said, pulling out of his and (y/n)’s embrace, and walks over to Dutch.

“But I said that…”

“I know what you said. I felt different.” Arthur said, interrupting Dutch. “Is that so?” Dutch asked, his voice turning to anger. “Yes.” Arthur said, firmly, as he stands in front of Dutch, standing his ground.

“And when springing John brings the law down on all of us, what then, Arthur?” Dutch asked him. “Well I guess we’ll have another fight on our hands.” Arthur growls at Dutch. “Loyalty, Arthur, it ain’t…” Dutch stops then starts to shake in anger.

“I had a damn PLAN!” Dutch yells, furiously, at Arthur then he turns to John. “John, John, you are my brother. You are my son. I was coming for you.” He said, trying to assure him. “They were talking of hanging me, Dutch.” John said, in a sort’ve desperate tone. "They was talking, they was talking and now they may come and hang us all.“ Dutch said and he walks away in rage while Micah glares at them and, slightly, shakes his head at them and walks off.

Sadie, Abigail, John, Arthur and (y/n) all exchange looks before Sadie shakes her head and walks off, John and Abigail head to their tents. Arthur kicks at the ground and (y/n) takes his left hand in her right hand.

"Hey, no matter what…you did the right thing, Arthur.” She said, calmly, and she places her left hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing across his stubble. “I know.” Arthur mutters as he raises his right hand and placed it over the hand on his cheek. He turns his head and kissed the palm of her hand and she smiles at him.

Then the two head to their shared tent.

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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader) Masterlist

This is a collection of all the chapters I got of this story so far.

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 8
• Chapter 9
• Chapter 10
• Chapter 11
• Chapter 12
• Chapter 13
• Chapter 14
• Chapter 15
• Chapter 16
• Chapter 17
• Chapter 18
• Chapter 19
• Chapter 20
• Chapter 21
• Chapter 22
• Chapter 23
• Chapter 24
• Chapter 25
• Chapter 26
• Chapter 27
• Chapter 28

More to Come!

Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

Fatherhood And Other Dreams

Previous Chapter/First Chapter /Next Chapter

Back in America, Sadie and (y/n) helped the gang move to Lakay and they did their best to keep everyone safe. Charles and (y/n) would also go hunt and find food until Charles made (y/n) stay at the hideout as she seemed too sick and tired. She’d argue with him but he was concerned for her health and told her to go rest.

(Y/n), reluctantly, stayed at the small abandoned cabin and tried to help Sadie with everyone. Abigail was still shaken up about what happened in Saint Denis and (y/n) did her best to help calm her down. Swanson had actually gone clean as he stopped taken the morphine he had hidden in his Bible, which was hallow in the middle. 

Karen, on the other hand, had taken to the drink way harder than normal. Every moment (y/n) saw Karen, she always had a bottle in her hand and guzzle it down. Molly had, surprisingly, disappeared and nobody knows where she went but she was the least of their worries right now.

Abigail and Charles had gone and stole Hosea and Lenny’s body and gave them a burial. Everyone drank in their memory once they were buried.

As for (y/n), there were days she felt sick and would puke but then there were days where she would feel just exhausted even when she didn’t do much. There was also times where she felt her emotions running wild. Like she would randomly cry or get annoyed easily or sometimes be happy.

She started to think that she was going crazy and some of the others took a bit of notice. Mary-Beth, Sadie, Tilly, Charles, Swanson, Grimshaw and Pearson were all concerned for her but some of them thought that she was just upset that Arthur was missing.

Karen was too drunk to even care and Strauss was a little concerned but not much as he was more worried on how he was gonna collect his debts now. But Charles and Sadie were the ones who were most concerned as they knew (y/n) wasn’t acting like herself.

Sadie would ask her if everything was okay and (y/n) would say she was but Sadie didn’t believe it. “I really think you should go see a doctor.” Sadie said and (y/n) shakes her head. “I’m fine, Sadie.” She said. “I don’t think you are. You’ve been throwing up almost every morning, you complain that you’re tired, you’ve been looking a bit pale but also got this sort’ve glow around you.” Sadie said and (y/n)’s body stiffens as she listened and her mind ran a mile a minute.

She didn’t realize until Sadie listed it all. She now realized why this sorta felt familiar. She had these symptoms before…back when she was pregnant with Annebeth.

“Oh God.” (Y/n) gasped and she placed her hand over her mouth. “What?” Sadie asked, worried. “I’m…I think…quite possibly…I might be pregnant.” (Y/n) said and now it was Sadie’s turn to gasp. (Y/n) buries her face in her hands as she cursed herself for not thinking of this earlier.

“I’m such of fool for not thinking of that sooner.” She said and Sadie places a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay.” Sadie said to (y/n), who huffs out a sigh them goes to stand up from her chair. “I need…I need to think…” (y/n) said as she walks over to her horse. “Okay…I’ll watch over Annebeth. ” Sadie said, worried, while (y/n) mounts her horse and leaves the camp.

As she left the camp, (y/n) started to think over the idea that she was pregnant. Of course, Arthur is the father but how would Arthur take the news? Would he be upset? Would he leave her right then and there once she tells him? Her mind is spiraling with all the negative thoughts lingering in her mind.

Especially when she was left to raise Annabeth alone after Oliver left, and she’s afraid people would shun her as a harlot and by being related to her, her children would be labled as the bastard children.

Why are you so worried about this? A voice in her head asked her. He has showed you time and time again that he loves you and he loves and cares for Annebeth. For God’s sake, he was willingly gonna leave the gang for you. the voice said and (y/n) slightly raises her eyes as she looks towards the road. You’re being a silly old woman. The voice said and she sighs.

“(Y/n)?” A familiar voice said and she looks over to see Oliver on his horse and keeping pace with her horse. “Oliver?” She said, confused, and Oliver smiles. “What are you doing out here by yourself?” Oliver asked her. “I-I-uh…I needed to clear my head.” (Y/n) replied as Oliver watches her then he turns his head, looks down then let’s out a sigh.

“I want to ask you something.” He said and she gives a look of intrigue to him. “That gentleman you were with, Arthur. Is he…is he involved with the Van Der Lande gang?” He asked her.

(Y/n) gives him a surprised look before she turns her head away. “(Y/n)…” Oliver said, a sound of disappointment and concern. “Yes..he is.” She replied, softly. “How could you get involved with those criminals?” He asked her. “I told you, they saved me and Annebeth.” (Y/n) said. “By saved you and Annebeth…” he started to say and (y/n) sighs.

“Have you heard of the O’Driscoll gang?” (Y/n) asked him and Oliver nods. “Of course, him and Van Der Linde are among some of the most well-known gangs out there. They’re constantly in the paper.” Oliver said. “Well, some of the O’Driscoll gang came to my family home and killed my mother and father…” (y/n) said and Oliver’s eyes widen and his mouth opens, slightly.

“They were about to kill me and Annebeth but Dutch, Hosea and Arthur came in and saved us.” (Y/n) said and Oliver frowns. “Oh, (y/n)…” he mutters. “I know what they do is not good but most of them are good people that are just trying to survive.” (Y/n) said and Oliver frowns and looks down. 

(Y/n) noticed that he had a conflicting look on his face as if he were deciding on something. “You’re not gonna turn me in to the law, are you?” She asked and he looks back at her. “I should, I mean they rob the Saint Denis bank almost a week ago and you probably know where they are….but I’m not.” He said and he sighs.

“I’ll be honest with you, Oliver. I don’t know where they are and I don’t know when they’ll be back.” She replied and Oliver gives her a concerned look before turning his head away. “I really should’ve been there that night, I coulda stopped those O'Driscoll’s from killing your parents. If I wasn’t such a coward…” Oliver growls.

“Oliver, we’ve been through this…it’s in the past. We can’t change it. Sometimes I wish things were different but they ain’t. So we move on from it.” (Y/n) said. “I know…but doesn’t change the fact that I still feel guilty. I should’ve stayed…I should’ve been there.” Oliver said. “If you were there, Oliver, you would’ve been killed too.” (Y/n) said. “Maybe…but at least I would’ve been there and died trying to protect you and Annebeth.” He said and she gives a gratified smiled to him.

Oliver smiles back to her then clears his throat. “Anyway…what are you doing out here? Is Annebeth alright?” He asked her. “Oh just…got alot on my mind. Thought getting out of camp would help clear my mind. And Annebeth is safe with a friend of mine. You?” She asked him. “Oh…it’s my father…” Oliver said and (y/n) gives him a worried look.

“Your father?” She asked him and Oliver sighs. “Yeah…ever since mother died, he’s…” Oliver sighs and shakes his head. “Your mother died?! When?” (Y/n) asked, shocked, and Oliver gives a small scoff. “Um…a few months after I left you. I’ve uh…I’ve had a fallen out with them when I told them I left you. They were disappointed in me.” He explains as (y/n) listens, intently.

“I told them that you would probably not want to see them so I told them to not go to you and they became extremely angry and then mother died about a couple of months later.” Oliver explained then shakes his head as they come up to the bridge that leads to Saint Denis. “Father blamed me for mother’s death. Saying I broke her heart for keeping her from seeing her granddaughter and the shame I put on the family.”

“Oh Oliver…” (y/n) said, sympathetically. “Yeah. So Father has turned to drinking and he’s been gambling his money away and God knows what else he’s been doing.” He said. “So…where is he?” (Y/n) asked. “He said something about going to the Theodore Eckhart stables. Something about a horse.” Oliver said and (y/n) nods.

“You need some help?” She asked him and he looks over at her. “You don’t have to do that. I can do it.” Oliver said and (y/n) shakes her head. “I don’t mind. This will at least keep my mind occupied.” (Y/n) said and Oliver smiles as they head to the stables.

“What do you think he’s up to?” (Y/n) asked him. “I’m not sure….he keeps saying it’s a disgrace…a man of his standing has to ride around some nag.” Oliver explains. “That don’t sound like him at all.” (Y/n) said. “Like I said, he’s taken to drinking ever since mother died. And it’s lead him down a very dark path. I’ve noticed him pawning off things left and right…getting involved with bad people. I’ve tried to talk to him but…he won’t listen to me and ignores me, claiming he has no son.” Oliver said.

“My Lord. I’m so sorry, Oliver.” (Y/n) said to him, sympathetically. “Hey, it’s my fault. I can take it.” He said. “But you can’t be blamed for your mother’s death.” (Y/n) said to him and Oliver scoffs. “Try telling that to my father.” He said, in an upset tone, as they come up to the stables.

“Well, here it is.” Oliver said as they come up to the reddish-brown brick building, with a green sigh and yellow lettering that said Theodore Eckhart Stables. The two dismount their horses as they walk up to the large red barn doors.

“I’m gonna go in, see what kind’ve state he’s in.” Oliver said and (y/n) nods. “Okay.” She said as he opens the door. “Scream if you need any help.” She said and he turns to her. “The sarcasm is new.” He notes and she smiles and shrugs as he shakes his head and heads inside.

Immediately, (y/n) felt the wave of nausea hit her again. “Oh no…” she mutters and she goes over to the corner of the building and pukes again. She heaves for a moment then spits on the ground and pulls out a handkerchief out of her bag. She wiped her mouth and tosses the cloth in a nearby trash can when a voice asked. “You okay, miss?”

She looks over and sees a young man sweeping the sidewalk. “Yeah, I’m fine..I’m just…” she started to explain when she heard loud voices coming from the stables.

“I’VE TOLD YOU TO NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!”

She watches the door as it burst open and saw the familiar figure of Oliver’s father, Albert. He was tall like his son and had the same blue eyes as him too. But what took (y/n) aback was Albert’s once clean clothes were now dirty, it looked like he had rolled around in the mud with the pigs, and his hair had receded to the point where the top of his head was completely bald, only had hair around his temples.

His face was sunken in and the man had grown a long, scraggly white beard. If (y/n) had not known him, she would’ve thought he was one of the many homeless beggars around town. Oliver had run over to his father as he said. “Father, please!”

“No! I want you to stay away from me! I don’t need you! I don’t need anybody!” Albert screamed as he walks away. “Father!” Oliver cried out before he scoffs then growls while (y/n) walks up to him. “Oh my God.” (Y/n) said as she walks up to him and Oliver noticed the look of fright and horror on her face. “I know.” He mutters, understanding that she couldn’t believe at what she was seeing.

“C'mon, we’ve got to follow him.” Oliver said and he and (y/n) walk down the backroads of the stables as Albert walks on. He takes a corner then goes on and disappears behind some crates and the two former couple follow close by but not close enough for him to see them.

They get behind the crates to see there was a corner alley behind them and (y/n) started to walk ahead but Oliver grabs her arm and starts to pull her back. “Wait! He might see us.” He said as he puts her up against the wall and places his arms on either side of (y/n)’s head, his body almost acting like a shield for her, as they hear Albert shout. “Mind where you go, mind where you go!" 

Oliver takes a quick peak around the corner then pulls back and looks down at (y/n). She looks back at him, her heart beating hard against her throat, and gazed into Oliver’s blue eyes. As she gazed into them, she couldn’t help but think of Arthur and how much she missed him. 

She turns her head away and asked. "You think he saw us?”

“I don’t think so.” Oliver said as he removed his arms off of the wall and backs away. The two look over the corner and see Albert, drunkenly, yelling at a man. “I’ll wipe that damn smirk clean off your face." 

"Ain’t you a little old for brawling, mister?” The man said as he walks away. “Damn you!” Albert yells and walks off and the duo continue to follow.

They go through one alleyway, cross the street only to see Albert turn down another alleyway. “What’s he doing?” Oliver asked, aloud. “I don’t know. Guess we’ll find out.” (Y/n) said as they turn down the alley and see Albert walking down and turns to the right. Oliver and (y/n) come up to the end of the building and lean against the wall and see Albert standing there.

“What’s he doing?” Oliver asked again and (y/n) shrugs. “Either he’s waiting for a woman of dubious morals or…he’s trying to sell something.” (Y/n) said just as the back door, of the building they were leaning against, opens and out comes a man, a bit young than Albert but older than Oliver and (y/n) wearing a clean suit, walks out.

“So, Ashton, you got the money?” Albert asked. “Have you got the brooch and the necklace, Mr. Dudley?” Ashton asked and (y/n) noticed how Oliver looked angry at this. “Yes.” Albert said as he digs into his pocket and pulls out a couple of boxed and hands it to Ashton.

“Here.” He said and Ashton takes the jewelry boxes, pockets them and pulls out a stack of cash. “Here’s the money.” He said and Albert goes to grab the cash but Ashton pulls back, puts the cash back in his coat pocket and pulls out the jewelry boxes and opens them to inspect them.

“They are beautiful.” He said. “It’s a family heirloom, it’s been in the family for years.” Albert said while Oliver glares at his father. “That’s my mother’s jewelry.” He growls in a whisper.

“Not any longer, Mr. Dudley.” Ashton said as he pockets the jewelry again then pulls out the cash and hands it to Albert. “Enjoy the money…and, should you need any more…I can offer you a loan at a very reasonable rate of interest.” Ashton offers and Albert turns to him. “No, thank you. I’ve heard what happens to folks who take loans from you.” Albert said to Ashton.

“It’s not even his to sell…” Oliver mutters to (y/n) as Ashton said to Albert. “I’ve met a hundred men like you, Mr. Dudley. You’ll come crawling back soon enough.” Then Ashton walks off while Oliver growls and stomps towards his father.

“You sold mother’s brooch and necklace?!” Oliver yells and Albert turns to Oliver. “You? And what the hell where you gonna do with it? Wear it?” Albert asked Oliver, angrily. “No. I was hoping, in the future, to give them to a woman I would one day call my wife.” Oliver said and Albert laughs, loudly.

“You a married man? You ran away from the girl that was with your child, saying you were scared to get married and now, you’re telling me that you would’ve given those to a soon-to-be wife?!” Albert said before he laughs, obnoxiously. “It could happen one day, father.” Oliver said. “Yeah, when pigs fly.” Albert said and (y/n) huffs out a sigh then shouts. “That’s enough!”

She turns the corner to see that Oliver and Albert were almost in each other’s faces and Albert turn to her and he seemed taken aback to see her there. “(Y/n)? Is that you?” He asked, shocked, sounding like the man she knew years ago.

“Please stop berating him, Mr, Dudley.” She said then Albert looks between the two. “Wait…are you…?” He asked as he gestures between the two but they shake their heads. “No, father. We’re not together.” Oliver explains and Albert looks over at (y/n), almost like he was hoping Oliver was kidding.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dudley.” She said, shaking her head. “Then why are you with him?” Albert asked. “We just met up in town. And I want to say to you is you gotta stop blaming Oliver on things that are out of his control.” (Y/n) said and Albert looks taken aback by this then she looks over at Oliver.

“You think that man is still around?” She asked and he shrugs. “I don’t know and she starts to walk off. "I’ll be back.” She said. “Wait, where you going?” Oliver asked her. “I’m gonna get the brooch and necklace back.” She said and she walks around the next corner.

She walks out into the streets and saw Ashton getting into a carriage. “Hey! Wait! Mr. Ashton!” She calls out as the carriage starts to head off. She runs and grabs a nearest horse and mounts it then takes off after it. “Wait! Stop! Need to talk to you!” She shouts as she catches up to the carriage.

She gets up behind it and jumps on the carriage then climbs over then pulls the passenger off of the front seat. He falls and she gets up on the seat and shoves the driver off while she hears Ashton yelling at her. “Did Mr Dudley put you up to this?" 

She pulls the carriage off to a secluded section then stops it and jumps off of the carriage. "What the hell do you want?” Ashton asked her as he opens the door of the carriage "That brooch and necklace was not Mr Dudley’s to sale.“ She said and Ashton walks out. "I bought it fair and square.” He said and (y/n) rolls her eyes.

Then she takes her gun out of her holster and points it at Ashton, who jumps at this. "O-O-O-Okay. Let’s not..let’s not go too crazy.“ He said. "Then give me the necklace and the brooch.” She demanded. “Okay, okay, here.” He said as he pulls out the boxes and hands them to her.

She takes them and puts them in her satchel then pulls out some money she had. “Here, for your troubles.” (Y/n) said as she hands him the money and he takes it. “Oh Lord…Oh God…” Ashton mutters as (y/n) holsters her gun and gets back on the carriage and drives it back to the city.

She makes it back to Saint Denis and heads over close to the area she left Oliver, only to see him leaning against the wall of a building alone. She gets off of the carriage and walks over to him and she could see he looked upset. “Hey, where’s your father?” She asked him. “I don’t know.” He replied, dejected, then he sighs heavily through his nose.

(y/n) sighs as she walks up to him. “Want to go look for him?” She asked him and Oliver shakes his head. “I’m sorry….” she said and he shakes his head again. “It’s okay.” He said then (y/n) frowns then pulls out the jewelry boxes out of her satchel.

“Here got these for ya.” She said as she holds them out to him. Oliver grabs them and gives her a smile. “Thank you.” He said as he looks down at them. “I owe you one.” He said. “You already owe me.” She said and she starts to walk away. “You know…” Oliver said and this makes her stop and turn to him.

“I was supposed to give these to you when we got married, that way you could’ve passed them down to Annebeth.” He said and (y/n) gives him a puzzled look. He looks down at the jewelry then holds out the box, with the brooch inside, to (y/n). “Here…” he said and she looks up at him. 

“Oliver, I-I…I can’t accept this. This should go to whoever will take your hand in marriage.” (Y/n) said but Oliver shakes his head, slightly. “You can at least take this brooch. I think my mother, if she were still alive, would love for you to have this.” He said as he still holds out the brooch, which (y/n) could tell was gold with some blue stones in it.

She looks over at Oliver and slowly takes it. “I don’t know what to say…” she mutters as she looks down at it. “Just take it as the first steps of me making up for all the pain I’ve caused you.” Oliver said and (y/n) smiles at him. “Thank you, Oliver.” She said, softly, her eyes watering up. “You’re welcome.” He said and she nods at him before she thinks for a moment then goes to give him a hug.

He hugs her back and she, quickly, pulls away from him. She turns and whistles for her horse and it comes trotting up to her. She goes to mount it but Oliver speaks up.

“Hey.” Oliver calls out and (y/n) turns to him and she could tell that he wanted to say something and he was trying to decide on his words. "Please be careful out there, (y/n). I know you care for those people in that gang..but…you really need to think about you and Annebeth. Cause I can tell, with how everything is going, the time for outlaws is coming to end. And I don’t want you to be part of that downfall.“ He said and (y/n) stares into his eyes.

"I know.” She said and he nods. “Take care now.” She said as she gets on her horse and takes off, leaving him behind. 

Meanwhile, in Guarma, Arthur had helped get Hercule’s friends out from being kidnapped by Fussar’s men and had helped Dutch save Javier. Now he was laying on a cot, waiting for tomorrow as they were going to talk to Hercule about getting a boat off of this island, and there was a moment he couldn’t erase from his mind.

Dutch had an old woman help them to get around the island so that they could get into the compound and save Javier. They made their way through some caves and had come up to a ladder, which lead to a hole, and the old woman started to demand more money from Dutch.

“This way?” Dutch asked her as they come up to the ladder. “Then you pay more.” The old woman, Gloria, said. “Okay.” Dutch said as he walks up to Gloria. “More.” She demanded. “Just a second.” Dutch whispers as he goes to touch her but she smacks his hand away from her.

“Pay more. Pay now.” She demanded again then Dutch grabbed her hand and his other hand goes to her throat. “Dutch.” Arthur said, concerned, as Dutch slams Gloria’s head against the ladder, making her drop her knife. “What are you doing?” Arthur asked, confused, as Dutch slams her head against the ladder again and begins to strangle her with both hands.

“Jesus. Easy, Dutch.” Arthur said and then Dutch tosses Gloria’s body to the side. “What was that?” Arthur asked. “Horrible old crone.” Dutch sneered as he kneels down and takes back the gold bar he had given to her earlier.

“But you killed her.” Arthur pointed out. “She was going to betray us, Arthur. Couldn’t you tell?” Dutch asked as he goes to the ladder. “No.” Arthur replied, honestly. “Well, I got some Spanish. She was.” Dutch said and he starts to place his hand and foot on the steps when Arthur speaks up.

“You keep killing folk, Dutch.” he said, sounding a bit worried, and Dutch turns to him with a stern look. “I am just trying to make sure that some of us survive, Arthur. Now, shall we proceed?” Dutch asked in a firm, calm voice. “I guess.” Arthur replied, shrugging and not having much of a choice. 

Then Dutch climbs up the ladder, Arthur soon follows. “Listen, son. You think I want any of this?” Dutch asked him. “I don’t know.” Arthur said as they make it to the top and realize they were in a small area of ruins. “Of course I don’t, but I made a pledge to you all, we would survive, no matter what.” Dutch said as they take cover by some walls and look out on the doorway.

“So how did you know she was going to betray us? What she say?” Arthur asked Dutch. “It was in her eyes and the way she was leading us.” Dutch said, almost sounding like he was blowing him off. But this catches Arthur’s attention. “But you said you knew Spanish.” He said and Dutch turns to him. “I know human beings, Arthur.” he said and Arthur scoffs at this.

“Are you going to strangle me next?” He asked Dutch. “I’m doing the best I can.” Dutch said in a low voice and soon after they saw some of Fussar’s men dragging Javier in.

Arthur, as he lays in his cot hours later, still couldn’t believe what he saw. Dutch killing a woman in cold blood. He had heard that Dutch killed a woman back in Blackwater but he thought that maybe it was a mistake. Dutch never killed anyone in cold blood, there was always a reason for it. 

But he saw right in front of his eyes, Dutch killing a woman in cold blood. Never in his life he had ever witnessed this before him. He didn’t believe it when Javier told him that Dutch killed that woman back in Blackwater but now….

He sighs and goes to sleep as he kept telling himself that he just needed to get through at least a couple more days and he’ll be heading back home.

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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

Banking, the Old American Art

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The next morning, Arthur heads downstairs where a lively discussion already appears to be taking place between Dutch and Hosea. “I’m telling you, Dutch, this is the way to do this job. The distraction’ll buy you all the time you need.” said Hosea. “I…don’t like it…” Dutch mutters, unsure. “It’s the right plan. We’ve done the work. I’ve been in town, looking…watching and…and waiting, I’ve, I’ve…I’ve tested it as well as I can. It’s the right plan.” Hosea assures him.

“I know! I just…Well, between you and me, I’m…nervous, I suppose, I suppose that’s it.” Dutch said and Hosea gives him a concerned look. “You’re never nervous, that’s been my job all these years.” he said. “I know.” Dutch said and Arthur walks into the room.

“Gentlemen.” Arthur greets as he walks in. “Look, the bank…Karen, Tilly, Abigail, I sent them all. They all say the same thing. There’s no more than one armed guard. And the police…it’s a city, there are police, but as far as we can tell…the patrols will all be going this way…when Abigail and I cause the diversion…and that’s the opportunity.” Hosea said as he points at the map that’s in front of Dutch on the table.​​​​​

Dutch shakes his head a bit then looks up at Arthur. “What do you think, Arthur?” he asked. “Well, I don’t see we have a lot of choice. We linger around here we know we’re dead.” Arthur replied. “But the plan?” Dutch asked. “We got a decent bunch. We know how to fight. Those city cops, they don’t seem so tough. As long as we move fast. I reckon doing it in the day, with a distraction. If that’s what Hosea is saying? It’s as good a plan as any.” Arthur said and Dutch thinks for a moment before he nods.

“I, I think I agree.” He said. “And we do it at night…there’s the drama of just getting into the bank. Can’t do that silently. They’ll pick us off far easier.” Hosea said. “I know, I’m…I’m just making sure.” Dutch said. “Every plan is a good plan if we execute it properly. Every problem we had was because we did not…execute…properly. Even Blackwater from my understanding.” said Hosea and Dutch nods again. “You’re right. Let’s rob this bastard.” Dutch said and Hosea and Arthur nods as they leave.

“So it’s really happening…” (y/n) said as she helps straightens Arthur’s blue puff tie. “Yeah…” Arthur mutters and (y/n) gives him a nervous look. “Hey, everything will be okay.” He tries to assure her. “I know…it’s just…we’ve gotten closer to each other and I guess I’m just scared to lose you.” She said and Arthur frowns a bit at this.

“Hey…” he whispers as he takes her chin and makes her face him. “We’ll be fine. You’re not gonna lose me. And like I said, once we get the money and get as far away from here as possible, we will go live as a family.” He tells her and she smiles a bit then nods.

“You’re right. I might be worrying too much. I-I just don’t want to lose you. Annebeth would be really sad…" (Y/n) said. "Hey…if anything were to happen, I’ll find my way back to you.” He said and (y/n) smiles at him. “And the girls said you weren’t a romantic.” She teases him and Arthur gives a playful scoff. 

She giggles at this then he leans in and gives her a loving kiss, which she returns. They break the kiss and (y/n) fixes up his tie real quick then pats his chest. “Okay, I guess you better go.” She said and he nods. He gives her a quick kiss once more just as they hear footsteps coming up.

They look over and see Annebeth coming in. “Do you have to go?” Annebeth asked Arthur. “Unfortunately, yes, sweetheart. But I’ll be back, don’t you worry.” Arthur said and the young girl frowns. “Hey…don’t be sad. I’ll be back here before you know it.” He said as he kneels down to her then picks her up in his arms.

Then she goes and hugs Arthur, her little arms wrapped around his neck. He hugs her back as she said. “Please be safe.” Arthur turns his head and kissed the side of her head. “I will.” He mutters then they pull back from the embrace and Arthur gives her a small smile. “You be good to your momma, ya hear?” He said and she nods.

Arthur hands Annebeth over to (y/n), who takes her in her arms. Arthur leans in and gives a quick kiss to (y/n) then mutters to her. “I love you.”

She gave a small gasp before she smirks and said. “I love you, too.” At that moment, Arthur leaves the room while (y/n) does her best to stay strong even though she has a terrible feeling about this whole job.

“Everyone, get ready. Look smart. Travel light.” Dutch said as he, Bill, John, Micah, Javier, Lenny, Charles, Hosea and Abigail load up. “You got everything, Arthur?” Dutch calls out and Arthur walks out of the building. “Sure.” Arthur said as he heads to his horse and Hosea and Abigail get on the horse drawn carriage. “We rob ourselves a bank…and within six weeks…we’re living life anew in a tropical idyll…spending the last of our days as banana farmers. Let’s get out of this godforsaken place…and go rob ourselves a bank!” Hosea said and the gang responds with cheers of approval.

“Let’s go, let’s go! Crack that whip, Mr. Matthews!” Dutch shouts and they gallop off. “This is it, gentlemen. The last one.” Dutch said to the group as they head off. “Where have we heard that before?” John asked as he rolls his eyes, Dutch takes notice of his tone of voice.

“What has happened to you, John? You lost all your heart.” Dutch said, almost sounding disappointed. “I’m just trying to stay real about all this.” John replied, honestly. “Real. Oh, how I detest that word. So devoid of imagination.” Dutch said, in disgust.

“How soon are we shipping out?” Micah asked. “Soon as we get a passage organized. Boat down to Argentina and another around the cape.” Dutch replied. “What about the money in Blackwater? We’re just gonna leave that behind?” Micah asked him. “Forget that, it’s gone. You all talk like it’s the only damn money in the world. We’re gonna take that and more, take it from the people who take it from us. This isn’t some hick town, hundred dollar operation. This is a big city bank!” Dutch exclaims.

“Right. With security, guards, police.” John points out. “Hosea has done his reconnaissance, we’ve been over this. The plan. One last time. Hosea and Abigail draw out the police, we go in calm and fast. John and Lenny, secure the front doors, Javier takes the side exit. Bill, Micah and Charles, control the crowd. Me and Arthur deal with the bank manager and vault. Got it?” Dutch said.

“Got it.” said Micah.

“Yep.” John said, still sounding unsure.

“Got it! Gentlemen, let’s us go ahead.” Hosea said. 

“How long do you need?” Dutch asked him “Not long. Fifteen minutes or less. You’ll know by the noise. Any problems, we’ll see you in camp.” said Hosea. “Good luck gentlemen.” Abigail tells then and her and Hosea take off into Saint Denis.

“Everybody know the drill. We head in hard and stay calm. They won’t be expecting us. Any minor trouble, head back to camp. We’ll leave in a few days.” Dutch said then he turns to Bill. “You good, Bill?” He asked. “Sure.” Bill said. “Then ride on with Charles. We don’t want to be seen heading in like some posse of country outlaws.” Arthur said and Bill nods. “This is it, cowboys! One more time!” Dutch exclaims in excitement.

“One more time.” Arthur mutters to himself. And I’ll be out of here… he thought as they get close to the main bridge of the city. “Let’s ride!” Dutch shouts and they ride into town.

“Nice and easy through town now, boys.” Dutch instructs as they go through town. Minutes later, they come up to the Lemoyne National Bank. “There’s Bill, let’s hitch up here.” Dutch said and they come up and hitch up their horses.

“Gentlemen…robbing thieves, it ain’t no crime at all. Folk like this…they stole what this country could have been…Stay cool, fellers. Act natural. Wait for Hosea to do his thing.” Dutch tells them as they dismount their horses. “This, this’d better work.” Micah said and John scans around his surroundings.

“Looks like there’s law over the other side.” John said as he nods towards the lawmen nearby. “Have a modicum of faith, John, will you please? Soon as we get out, load everything onto the wagon here.” Dutch said as they all stand there for a few minutes before they see and hear a powerful explosion some blocks away.

“I love that Hosea, he’s a true artist.” Dutch laughs as they make their way to the bank. Then they all cover their faces, pull out their guns and break into the bank. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is a hold up. Don’t do nothing stupid.” Dutch yells as they enter the bank and the people inside, screamed and scrambled away from the gang.

“Who do you think you are?” The Clerk asked Dutch, firmly. “Okay, now then. Arthur, would you please have Señor Bank Manager here open up the vault?” Dutch asked Arthur. He walks up to the manager and punches him. “Open the vault, come on!” he demands as the manager opens the vault. 

“Let’s make this quick, come on. Forget all the drawers, just get those safes open.” Dutch said as he shoves the manager away and he and Arthur enter the vault. “I need the combination for these safes.” Arthur said as he approaches one of the safes.

“Tell him the combination…come on…speak…” Bill demands the manager. “Nineteen.” The manager replied and Arthur switches to that number on the lock and it clicks. “Got it.” Arthur said. “Okay now, what’s the second number?” Bill asked the manager. “Seventy-two!” said the manager.

“Alright, should be one more number.” Arthur said as he turns the lock to that number. “Last number! Come on!” Bill yells at the manager. “Fifty-four!” the manager said. “You get that, Mr. M? Fifty-four.” Bill shouts and Arthur opens the safe.

“What did I tell you?” Dutch chuckles as he and Arthur take everything they could while Bill turns to the manager. “Get outta here.” he yells and the manager runs off.

“We got trouble! Looks like the law!” John shouts and Dutch turns to Arthur, who was still gathering up some money. “Come on, let’s go.” Dutch said. “Okay.” Arthur mutters as he stuffs all the money in his bag while John shouts. “Think we got a problem out here!”

They run out of the vaults, pull out their guns as they approach the windows. There they could see the Pinkertons outside and they hear Milton shout. “Come out, it’s over!”

“Shit, Abigail…” John said, worried, as they see Milton holding Hosea at gunpoint. “Dutch, get out here! Get out here now!” Milton shouts, angrily. "Someone must have squealed.“ Dutch mutters to the gang, annoyed. "We never should have gone after Bronte, Dutch.” John retorts and Dutch shakes his head before he looks out towards the window.

“Mr. Milton…let my friend go…or folks…they are gonna get shot unnecessarily.” Dutch said while Arthur looks back and forth. He won’t admit it but he was feeling his heart racing, all he could think about was to get the hell out of here and get back to his girls.

“Your friend? Ha, why would I do that?” Milton asked either a laugh. “Come on, Milton…” Dutch said, exasperated. “It’s over. No more bargains. No more deals.” Milton said, seriously. “Mr. Milton…this is America. You can always cut a deal.” said Dutch. “I’ve given you enough chances…” Milton grows and he pushes Hosea away. Hosea stares at them for a few moments before he turns around and Milton shoots Hosea in the chest.

He falls to the rocky sidewalk, squirms in pain for a few second and dies. “No!” Dutch said, disbelieving. “Agh…damn it!” Arthur growls, angrily. “There’s your deal, Dutch.” Milton sneers as Hosea’s blood spills and spreads across the road.

“Hosea…” Dutch whispers, distraught, as Arthur takes in a few deep angry breathes. Now all he could see was red. “Hosea! Damn it, kill those bastards!” Dutch shouts at the gang and Arthur kicks out the window with his elbow and starts shooting at the lawmen.

“Throw every damn bullet we got!” Arthur yells as he and the other fire at the lawmen, who were firing back. “Hosea! They killed Hosea!” Lenny said, shocked. “Damn it! I said this was a bad idea!” John shouts. “Hold them back, I got an idea! Just keep shooting!” Dutch said and he goes back to the main desk as the gang keep shooting at the Pinkertons.

“Arthur, are you alive?” Dutch calls out. “Just about!” Arthur shouts back. “Get over here!” Dutch shouts and as he dodges and ducks from the bullets, Arthur makes his way over to Dutch as John shouts. “What if they’ve got Abigail?" 

”That bastard would have shown her if he did.“ Lenny tells him. "Shit, I hope you’re right.” John said as Arthur comes up to Dutch. “There’s no way that we are getting out that door. Take this, and blow a hole through that wall.” Dutch said to Arthur as he hands him dynamite. 

Arthur accepts it and runs over to a wall and sets the explosives on it. “Fire in the hole! Everyone back!” Arthur yells as he runs back to Dutch then turns and aims his guns and fires, destroying the wall.

“Now get up to the roof and draw their fire! We’ll follow you up there!” Dutch yells and Arthur runs through the wall then climbs the stairs to the roof of the bank.

“Get up there, I’ll cover the rear. We’ll get them out of here.” Dutch shouts at Arthur. “That we will. Everyone move! I’ll hold ’em off!” Arthur shouts back and he makes it to the roof and starts to shoot at the lawmen from above.

A few lawmen start to fire back but Arthur ducks then fires back at them as fast as he could. After a few minutes of this, Javier comes up to the roof. “Where is everybody, what is going on down there?” Arthur asked him. “We lost control of the bank…the others are trying to hold them off.” Javier explained and he goes over and helps Arthur shoot the lawmen as more come in.

When they kill most of the lawmen, the rest of the gang get on the roof. “Arthur…we lost John.” Dutch tells him. “Killed?” Arthur asked as he turns to Dutch. “Arrested…I couldn’t help.” Dutch explains and Arthur sighs at this. “Well we better go or we’ll be next.” he tells Dutch.

“What you think?” Dutch asked as Lenny looks down at the roads below. “I reckon me and Lenny try and find a way across the roofs…so if you’ll cover us.” Arthur said. “Sure, sure…” Dutch said and Arthur and Lenny share a look before they start to run across the rooftops.

“We can get across here!” Lenny said when, suddenly, two lawmen appear before him and kill Lenny. “No! Lenny!” Arthur screams and, in a rage, quickly kills the lawmen then runs over to Lenny’s body.

“Dutch, they got Lenny!” Arthur said, devastated. “Oh, damn them! We can’t stop now, Arthur, or we’re all dead!” Dutch said as he and the others run while Arthur looks down at Lenny and closes his eyes, giving a moment to a fallen friend. Then he stands up and run. "We’re gonna have to jump! Arthur, go!“ Dutch shouts as he, Arthur and the rest run and jump across the rooftops.

”All of you, we gotta keep quiet and keep moving, or we’re going to be dead in the next few minutes. Follow me, one at a time. Arthur, you go next. Come on, follow me.“ Dutch said as he goes first then Arthur follows. "Keep it down, there’s law everywhere.” Dutch tells the ganga as they start to follow them as quickly and quietly as they could.

“Find these men, all of you! Find these men!” They hear a lawmen ask. “Shit, looks like they’re heavily patrolling round here.” Arthur said as he takes notice of how full the streets were of lawmen and Pinkertons. Dutch goes up to a window and sees a board nailed over it. 

He kicks it then turns to Arthur. “Arthur…Arthur! We can get in here. Come on.” he said and Arthur climbs in then Dutch follows in. “I don’t believe it.” Dutch grumbles as Charles and Bill climb in. “They knew we were coming…” Arthur growls and Micah climbs in and Arthur points at him. “…just like your ferry job in Blackwater.” he shouts and Micah turns and points back at him. “Ain’t nothing like that.” Micah said, defensively. 

 Then the gang go hid in a room and Bill turns to Dutch. “Well, what now?” He asked. “I don’t know…This whole town is filled with cops.” Dutch replied. “Well, how long we gonna stay here? A-a few hours?” Arthur asked and Dutch thinks. “We go back to camp…they’re gonna get every last one of us. I know they’re gonna be watching the roads.” he said then he gets an idea.

“I got it…” he said. “What you mean?” asked Arthur. “We stay here till night fall…then we sneak on down to the docks…we get ourselves outta here.” Dutch replied. “Yeah, but where?” Bill asked. “Any place’ll do. That’s all I got. We leave…we lie low…we come back for the rest in a few weeks.” said Dutch and Arthur sighs.

He thinks for a moment on that idea. He didn’t like the idea of leaving everyone behind, especially (y/n) and Annebeth, but what choice did he or the others have? “I’m guessing it’s that…or we die out there right now.” Arthur replied, shaking his head. “Exactly! Now everybody…calm down. I mean…look at us.” Dutch said as everyone sits down and wait til nightfall. 

Meanwhile, back at Shady Belle, (y/n) tried her best to keep busy as she either helped around camp or watched over Jack and Annebeth. But Arthur and the others preoccupied her mind as she kept having this feeling that something was wrong.

It was about an hour or two after the men left when Abigail, on horseback, came back to camp, alone. Sadie and (y/n) were among the first people to notice this and (y/n) ran up to her as she dismounts and runs to her, her face contorted with fear and worry.

“Abigail?! What happened? Where is everyone?” (Y/n) asked, panicked, while tears streamed down Abigail’s cheeks. “The Pinkertons! After Hosea and I set off the bomb, they came outta nowhere. Hosea told me to run…and..and I-I…” she stops as she starts to cry and (y/n) embraces her.

“I-I s-saw them grab Hosea….I-I d-don’t know…” she said in between sobs. “Do you know where the others are?” (Y/n) asked and Abigail shakes her head. “I-I heard g-gunshots and it sounded like a gunfight…” Abigail said and Sadie and (y/n) share a look.

“Did anyone follow you?” Sadie asked Abigail. “I-I don’t think so. Like I said, they were fighting. I got away as fast and best I could.” Abigail replied and (y/n) pats her shoulder. “Okay, just go and calm down.” She assures her and Grimshaw comes up to them. “Miss Grimshaw watch over her.” (Y/n) said and Grimshaw nods as she takes Abigail by the shoulder and leads her back to camp.

Then Sadie and (y/n) turn to each other. “What are we gonna do, Sadie?” (Y/n) asked. “I don’t know. We might have to leave.” She said. “Don’t you think we should wait til the men get here?” (Y/n) asked and Sadie gives a worried look. “Look, if there is a gunfight going on between the Pinkertons and the guys, they are obviously gonna at least hunt them down. The boys always seem to get out of bad situations. So, I say we should at least wait for one of them to come back.” (Y/n) said and Sadie thinks this over.

“How bout this, if they’re not back by sunrise, I say we should pack up and look for another place.” Sadie suggested and (y/n) nods. “I agree.” She said. “Okay, well…I’m gonna keep lookout. You look like you need a rest.” Sadie said, gesturing to the look of exhaustion on (y/n)’s face. “Yeah…just let me know if…” (y/n) said and Sadie gives a sympathetic look to her.

“I’ll let you know if he makes it back, okay?” said Sadie and (y/n) nods before she felt tears welling up in her eyes. “I-I’m sorry.” (Y/n) said, her voice shaking and full of tears, and she runs off towards the old mansion.

She walks over to the side of the house and braced her right hand against the wall, keeping her balanced. From the way it sounds the robbery went wrong and Abigail saying that she heard gunfire, it all seem to overwhelm (y/n). Then a wave of nausea hits her like a ton of bricks and she begins to vomit on the ground.

After it was over, she takes a few deep breathes and sobs for a bit before she begins to collect herself. Got to be strong. Be strong for Annebeth. she thought and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and heads back into the manor.

The news that Abigail brought back got around to everyone and the gang were all on edge, some of them worried if the Pinkertons were gonna come to Shady Belle and find them. But Sadie assured them that they haven’t found them so far and she told them the plan her and (y/n) talked about.

It was way past sundown, when the gang finally got some sort’ve news. Charles had made it back to the camp and explained that the robbery was going alright at first but then almost as soon as they got into the bank, everything went wrong.

He told them how Milton shot and killed Hosea and then later John was arrested, which Abigail became upset at, and some lawmen shot and killed Lenny. And he explained how he and the others were able to hid and lay low for a few hours and tried to, quietly, get around the law.

“Then we ended up at the docks and there were some lawmen blocking the way and…that’s when I distracted them and got them away.” Charles explained as everyone gathered around the campfire. “What about Arthur, Dutch, Bill and Micah?” (Y/n) asked him, her heart beating hard against her chest. “Dutch talked about getting on a boat and come back for everyone in a few weeks.” Charles said and (y/n) looks down at the ground.

“So what do we do?” Karen asked as everyone looks around, worried. “Well, obviously, we’re gonna have to move again.” (Y/n) said. “Yeah, but does anyone know where to go? Somewhere even then Pinkertons wouldn’t be able to find us?” Pearson asked. Everyone shakes their heads until Strauss speaks up.

“I’ve heard of this little place in Lakay. Apparently the locals are very afraid of it and no one goes around. So if the locals don’t go there then the Pinkertons definitely don’t go there.” Strauss explains and (y/n) looks over at Sadie.

“That might do.” She said and (y/n) nods. “Yeah…well…looks like we are moving again.” (Y/n) said and the gang nods then they start to pack up while Sadie, Charles and Strauss go to the spot Strauss talked about.

Meanwhile, the next day, Dutch, Arthur, Micah and Bill had made it on the boat and Dutch had talked to the captain, who told him that this ship was supposed to go to Cuba. “What are we gonna do in Cuba, Dutch?” Bill asked as he and the others were standing around the deck of the ship.

“Hold up for a while, then hurry back…gather up the rest of our family. At least we got some money now. Money and loyalty. With that you can do whatever you please.” Dutch explains. “So you reckon they’ll follow us to Cuba?” Bill asked him. “Like Colonel Waxman on a jolly? I highly doubt it. I reckon we hold ourselves to ourselves…and this is done and dusted.” Dutch said. “Let’s hope so.” Arthur sighs as he leans against some crates, his arms folded across his chest.

“I ain’t no sailor, but uh…” Micah said as he looks out at the skies. The others turn and Micah points towards the dark gray clouds up in the horizon. “….that cloud look like good news to you?” Micah asked, sarcastically, and the others watch with worry.

Later that night, Arthur was sound asleep when Dutch wakes him up in the middle of the night. “Wake up. Everybody, wake up. Wake up! Come on, Arthur! Arthur, Arthur! Wake up!” Dutch shouts to Arthur and the others, which startled Arthur. The alarms and shouting from the sailors sounded off.

“Why? What’s going on?” Arthur asked, worried. “I don’t know, but we are getting off of this boat.” Dutch tells him and he turns to Bill, who was still laying down. “You come on. Would you get a move on, you sleepy bastards!” Dutch yells as the men start to get up. “You go on ahead, I’ll be right behind you. Jesus.” Arthur said as they make their through the hallway.

The ship shakes, violently, and the cargo in the boxes begin to fall and separate Arthur and the others. “Dutch!” Arthur shouts and Dutch appears in the small clear space. “I’m okay…You?” Dutch asked. “Yeah.” Arthur said and he tries to move the boxes but nothing.

“This ain’t moving.” Dutch said and Arthur looks up at Dutch. “Yeah, you go on ahead…I’ll try and find another way.” Arthur tells him. “Oh, dammit!” Dutch growls and he and Arthur go their separate ways. 

Arthur walks out onto the deck of the shipand sees that it was actually on fire. He looks around then looks out on the see and see Dutch and the others already in a rescue boat. Arthur waves at them as he could faintly hear them calling out to him.

He calls out to them, waving his hands frantically. “Dutch!” he shouts but he sees the rescue boat get swept away by the waves. Arthur looks around and sees the sailors abandoning the ship and he begins to jump into the sea. He tries to swim but the waves and the storm were too strong and the next thing he knew was getting hit by a wave of water, knocking him out.

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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

Revenge Is A Dish Best Eaten

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“Oh, Arthur…” (y/n) said as she looks over Arthur and tend to his wounds he sustained during the botched robbery. After arriving back at camp, Arthur went to (y/n) and had her tend to his wounds as he explained what happened. “Makes me want to go and give Bronte a piece of my mind.” She mutters as she pats the wet washcloth on Arthur’s face to wash away any blood.

Arthur just chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Be my guest, darlin.” He said and (y/n) rolls her eyes. “Although, I shouldn’t be surprised. He came off as a snake to me.” (Y/n) said as she puts the cloth away.

“We could always leave him with the coyotes in the middle of nowhere.” Arthur jokes and (y/n) chuckles. “I’d volunteer to throw him in in a heartbeat.” (Y/n) said and Arthur laughs. 

“Well, I better go check on Dutch. See what’s our next move.” Arthur said as he stands up. “Okay.” (Y/n) said, nodding, and Arthur leans down to her and gives her a quick kiss before he leaves.

​Arthur walks over to Dutch’s room and walks out on the balcony, where Dutch and Hosea were sitting. "So, Arthur, you get the deciding vote.“ Hosea said as Arthur walks up to the men. "About what?” Arthur asked and Dutch and Hosea begin a lively argument.

“We take an insult and scurry off like cockroaches or deal with business the right way.” Dutch said and Hosea shakes his head. “We don’t need to take revenge, we hardly know the guy.” Hosea brings up. “This ain’t about revenge, Hosea. Angelo Bronte don’t mean shit to me. This is about the fact that we are planning to rob a bank in his town. A bank that he no doubt protects…a town where his men are gunning for us. Before we do that…we need to put him out of commission.” Dutch explains.

“I disagree. There’s always an easier way.” Hosea said. “There ain’t no easier way. Now, I know his type. He is a vindictive little power broker who rules by fear. Now, we pull that stunt in his cess pit of a town…we’re doomed.” Dutch said and Hosea looked a bit discouraged. "You wanna leave this place? Leave this country?“ Dutch asked Hosea, who looks back at him. "We need that money.” Dutch said.

“It just don’t feel good, Dutch.” Hosea said, shaking his head slightly. “This is it. This is the last job that we are ever gonna pull. Before the year is out…we are gonna be harvesting mangoes in Tahiti. Farmers. But we need seed capital…and we need to leave. You know it. I know it.” Dutch said. “Forgive me if I can’t think too much about the mango harvest…I’m…” Hosea started to say but Dutch talks over him. “This is it. Trust me.” he said then he turns to Arthur. “Arthur…” Dutch said, as he gestures for him to speak his peace.

Arthur thinks while Hosea gives Arthur a pleading look. “If it’s business, well…business is business…” Arthur said and Hosea looks down in disappointment. “Angelo Bronte stands between us and our future.” Dutch said and Hosea glares at him. “You’ll damn us all…” he said and Dutch rolls his eyes and walks out.

“Arthur, come on.” Dutch said and Arthur follows him. “You better be right about this one.” Arthur tells him as they walk down the stairs and head outside. “I am.” Dutch said. “I’ve heard that before.” Arthur said with a bit of sarcasm. “And usually I have been right.” said Dutch. “If you say so…” Arthur said, doubtful. “Quit doubting, Arthur. It does no favors.” Dutch growls as they walk up to their horses.

“Come on, we need to go see a man about a boat…” Dutch said. “A boat?” Arthur questions. “We’re headed to a settlement called Lagras. I met a boatman there called Thomas who knows these waters like the back of his hand.” said Dutch.

“Why do we need a boat?” asked Arthur. “So we can attack Bronte’s mansion from the swamp, catch him off guard. He knows we survived the trolley station, so he’ll be expecting some kind of reprisal.” Dutch said. “Ah, right. Okay, makes sense.” Arthur said, nodding slightly. “See, I do still possess some capacity for rational thought, Arthur.” Dutch said and they saddle up on their horses.

“Okay, follow me.” Dutch tells him and they head out. "Thank you.“ Dutch says to Arthur. "For what?” Arthur asked. “For taking my side back there.” said Dutch. “It ain’t about sides.” Arthur said and Dutch sighs a bit. “Feels like Hosea’s lost his spine.” Dutch said, disappointed 

“But this move on Bronte…is it for the bank job…or revenge for what happened at the trolley station?” Arthur asked Dutch, curiously. “Both…neither…what does it matter? We need to hit that bank and Bronte has the police and just about everything else in Saint Denis in his back pocket. He also set us up and, lest we forget, took young Jack and Annebeth.” Dutch said, angrily, and Arthur nods. “I understand. We just got a lot of pots on the boil given all the folks who’s out gunning for us.” Arthur said.

“You all seem to have forgotten how money is made and what it takes to support twenty people, let alone what it takes to give twenty people a new life overseas.” Dutch said, slightly annoyed and angry. “With all due respect, Dutch…is this Tahiti plan really going to work out?” Arthur asked, referring to when Dutch told him and Lenny about moving to an island called Tahiti. “You tell me, Arthur. Is it? Have some damn faith. I am bending over backwards to make a future for us.” Dutch yells.

“I know, but…” Arthur tries to explain but Dutch talks over him. “But, but, but…” Dutch mimics him then scoffs. “…when did you become so small-minded? If you’d rather we break up the family, go our separate ways, just tell me." 

”Of course not.“ Arthur said, quickly, hiding the fact that he was thinking that. "This isn’t a prison camp. I am not forcing anybody to stay. So either we’re in this together, working together to get out together, or we’re not. There simply isn’t a reality in which we do nothing and get everything.” Dutch said. “I know. You’re right. Just feels like we’re on borrowed time again. I mean, the O'Driscolls found us.” Arthur said.

“Yeah, we need to move and soon. Haven’t I made that clear? I feel like I’m going in circles with all of you. Micah is the only one left with any loyalty.” Dutch said. “Now, that ain’t fair!” Arthur retorts. “You are talking like John….I swear that woman is poisoning him against me. I’ve also seen you and Miss (l/n) talking and being sweet on one another. Is she poisoning you like Abigail is doing to John? I’ve seen it before. What’s the problem here?” Dutch growls. “There ain’t a problem.” Arthur assures him.

“You think Micah would question going after Bronte? No! He’d say let’s go!” Dutch yells. “I’m here, ain’t I? I’ve been at your side for twenty years!” Arthur argues. “I know…” Dutch yells but then he stops and stammers a bit once he realized that Arthur was right.

“I’m sorry, son.” Dutch said, apologetically. “It’s just the endless debate about everything is wearing me down. The others I can take…but when you’re not behind me, it hurts.” Dutch said. “I’m behind you.” Arthur assures.

“Blackwater, Valentine, Rhodes, Sean, Kieran…I promise…none of it will be in vain. We are going to make it.” Dutch said, firmly. “I know we will.” Arthur said as they come up to Lagras.

After talking to Thomas and helping him out on a couple of chores, Thomas agrees to take the gang to the far side of Bronte’s mansion so they can pay him a courtesy visit. Arthur and Dutch made their way back to Shady Belle and decided that they will go after Bronte the next day.

Arthur goes to his room and sees (y/n) teaching Annebeth on her reading again as they sit on the bed. He smiles at this until (y/n) looks up and smiles at him. “How’d it go with Dutch?” She asked as Annebeth looks up at Arthur. “Well, we got a boat.” Arthur replied and (y/n) furrows her brow in confusion. “A boat? For what?” She asked and Arthur tells her. 

“To get to Bronte. Probably kidnap him, hold him for ransom.” Arthur said. “Sounds a bit risky.” (Y/n) said, worried. “Will you be back safe?” Annebeth asked Arthur.

Arthur didn’t want to scare her and say it could end in a bloodbath, so he kneels down to her and said. “Don’t ya worry about a thing, sweetheart. We’ll be getting that money without anyone getting hurt." 

Annebeth gives him a look like she wasn’t sure to believe him but nodded. She wanted to believe in Arthur as she trusted him and saw him as someone who’d protect her and her mother. "You promise?” She asked and Arthur gives her a small smile. “I promise.” He said to her, in a soft gruff voice. Annebeth stares into his blue eyes then she goes and wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him.

Arthur places his arms around her and hugs her back as he stands up, still holding Annebeth in his arms. He sits down on the bed and (y/n) picks up the book her and Annebeth were reading then sits next to them and tells Annebeth that they still need to finish their reading lesson.

Reluctantly, Annebeth sits up on Arthur’s lap and goes to read along with (y/n), Arthur watches them.

The next day, Arthur went to go get ready to meet up with Dutch at Lagras so that they could head out and get Bronte. Arthur kissed (y/n) goodbye then kissed the top of Annebeth’s head. “I’ll see you two later.” He said as he turns and starts to leave. 

“Bye, Daddy.” Annebeth said and this made Arthur stop in his tracks and (y/n) gasped as her eyes widen. Both adults were taken aback by what Annebeth called him. (Y/n) stares at Arthur as he slowly turns to them, her heart beating hard against her chest as she was scared that Annebeth might’ve gone too far.

But her fears melted away as Arthur gives a small smirk to Annebeth. “Bye Sweetpea, be good for your mother while I’m gone.” he tells her and (y/n) smiles, brightly, at him. He smiles back at her then turns to leave.

”So, Dutch…what’s Tahiti like, anyhow?“ Bill asked Dutch as they stand at the dock while Arthur comes up on his horse. "I have no idea…but I hear it’s paradise.” Dutch said but then noticed Arthur walking up to them. “Arthur, there you are. Come on.” Dutch said Athens turns to Thomas. “Thomas, let’s get going.” He said and Thomas nods. “Right you are.” Thomas said and he, Dutch, Arthur, John and Lenny get into the boat and set sail.

“Hey, Bill…you were a sharpshooter in the cavalry weren’t you?” Dutch asked Bill sometime later. “What?” Bill asked, confused. “When we get there…maybe you could help with the suppression fire.” Dutch replied. “I never said I was no sharpshooter.” Bill said, defensively. “Oh, that’s right, w-what was it…the nation’s most loyal latrine digger…wasn’t that it?” Dutch asked and everyone laughs. Bill looks at them with a sour face.

“Yeah, well I fought, and I fought well.” Bill said. “So you always tell us…” Dutch said, rolling his eyes. “Taught me something you could do with learning. Them Indians were savages.” Bill spat and Dutch raises a finger to him. “Watch your mouth there boy. Watch it. Only type of savage in these parts…are moonshine swilling, pompous, inbred locals.” Dutch tells him.

“Dutch, I saw things out there.” Bill said. “I don’t doubt you saw things, Bill…but your tiny little mind…was too small to comprehend what you saw. What you saw, was people who lost everything to savagery. The savagery of peasants…failures come from Europe to reap some…awful vengeance on God’s last creation.” Dutch said in a serious tone.

“Interesting way you boys got of preparing for a killing.” Arthur remarks, sarcastically. “I’m sorry I wasted my life trying to teach you boys…love you though I do.” Dutch said. “Well, leaving love aside…you think we got this?” Arthur asked him. “Don’t you never leave love aside, Arthur…it’s all we got.” Dutch said. 

Eventually, they make their way up to the mansion and the men, excluding Thomas, disembark off of the boat. “Now you pick us up yonder. Thank you.” Dutch tells Thomas. “Good luck to you.” Thomas said and he moves the boat away. 

The gang slowly squats toward the house under the cover of night, trying not to make any noise. “Come on, quick. Stay quiet.” Dutch whispers and they climb over the wall. “Lenny, Bill, you’re with me. Arthur, John, you take the left side. If you see a shot, you take it. Okay? Good luck, gentlemen.” Dutch said and they all nod then John turns to Arthur.

“Arthur, let’s go.” John said and he and Arthur walk around. “Find some cover, two up ahead. Have you got a shot?” John said after they hide behind some pillars and see couple of guards ahead. Arthur aims his gun and shoots one guard while John shot the other guard with deft and accurate shots.

At that moment, a gunfire ensues as the guards yell at the gang in Italian. “Rain hell on these sons of bitches!” Dutch yells as the gang push their way and kill more of Bronte’s men. “Bronte! You son of a bitch, come out!” John yells but only more guards come out. “Stop hiding you bastard!” Dutch yells as he and the gang continue their fight.

“Head to the house! Let’s get in there!” Dutch commands the others and they head to the door. “Shoot that lock, Arthur!” John yells and Arthur pulls put his gun and shoots the lock then kicks the door open. “We got more inside!” Arthur yells as he quickly kills two guards.

“Bronte! Get out here and fight like a man!” Dutch shouts as they roam around the house. Arthur and John make their way upstairs and look through all of the rooms. Then Arthur finally finds him hiding behind a bed.

“John! In here!” Arthur yells as Bronte aims his revolver at him and fires, but it comes up empty. “Oh, fuck!” Bronte said, in Italian and, in desperation, he throws a revolver at Arthur and John. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry friend, I… no, name your price! Name your price, every man have a price… Okay, okay, no, I surrender, I surrender! I—” Bronte said, hysterically, but John punches him hard in the face, knocking him out.

“Should we kill him?” John asked Arthur. “Nah, let’s take him to Dutch.” Arthur said. “You can carry him. I ain’t touching that piece of shit.” John said as he looks down at Bronte in disgust. Arthur then picks Bronte up and places him on his shoulder. “I think Dutch wants to have a little chat, Mr. Bronte.” Arthur said to the unconscious Bronte as they leave the room and head towards the stairs.

“Let’s go, come on!” Dutch shouts just as they hear the sound of whistles. “Put your guns down!” a lawmen shouts as the gang run out of the house. “Come on, Morgan…we’re getting the hell outta here!” Bill shouts as he and Lenny run towards the docks.

Arthur, John and Dutch open fire at the lawmen. “Sorry, boys, nobody’s going to jail today!” Dutch yells to the Lawmen as they go to the boat. “Get to the boat! Quick, get our new friend on that boat before any more show up. Put him in the front. Bill, you help.” Dutch orders and Bill and Arthur get Bronte in the boat.

“Come on, Lenny…” Dutch shouts and Lenny runs up to the boat. “Alright, come on. Let’s get outta here.” Dutch said and they sail away. Once they were some miles away from the mansion, Dutch slaps Bronte on the cheek to wake him up.

“Hey, big man.” Dutch said as Bronte wakes up and looks around at his kidnappers. “We gonna ransom you or what?” Dutch asked him and Bronte glares at him. “You’re pathetic.” Bronte sneers at Dutch. “Oh, I am? Cause from where I’m sitting…you’re the one deserving of pity my friend. All your men…all your money…it weren’t no match for a bunch of bumpkins.” Dutch said.

“You are nothing. You do nothing. You mean nothing. You stand for nothing. Me? I run a city…and when the law catch up to you…you will die like nothing. I am this country. You…you…you are what people are running from.” Bronte spat at him. “I possess things that you will never understand.” Dutch tells him, anger slowly entering in his voice. “You don’t even possess your own men.” Bronte growls then he looks around at the men.

“A thousand dollars to the man who kills him…and sets me free.” Bronte said but nobody moves as they all look down at Bronte. “What are you gonna say now?” Dutch asked Bronte, who seemed a bit taken aback that nobody took his offer. “They are even bigger fools than you.” Bronte spat. “No doubt.” Dutch said, his voice rising.

“The law will find you…already the dogs are on the way.” Bronte said, with a slight of panic tone in his voice. Dutch rises from his seat and steps towards Bronte in a threatening manner. “Oh yeah. Oh, you’re right. You are so right. They are good at smelling filth, huh?” Dutch said and he grabs the back of Bronte’s neck. “So filth has got to be…disposed of!” He yells and he shoves Bronte’s face into the muddy swamp water and holds him under the water as he continues to talk.

“Your friends the Pinkertons…gonna come and rescue you? You repulsive little maggot! Call them, now! You call them!” Dutch yells and the gang don’t seem fazed by this except for John and Arthur. They were clearly taken aback by Dutch’s action, this wasn’t business…this was personal.

Bronte chokes on the swamp water and dies. Dutch looks out and sees an alligator swimming up to them. Dutch then pushes Bronte’s body into the swamp just as the boat stops at the dock by Thomas’ house. “Jesus. What part of your philosophy books cover…feeding a feller to a damn alligator, Dutch?” John asked Dutch, shocked and appalled. 

“The part that covers weakness. That part.” Dutch replied, in between breath, as he turns to John. “I don’t know.” John said, unsure, shrugging. “Well I do. It ain’t nice, I know it…but it is us, or him. I figure it might as well be him.” Dutch yells as he, Bill and Lenny get out of the boat and walk away.

John and Arthur get on the dock but turn back and stare at the swamp in shock and disbelief. The two share a look before they slowly head back to their horses and make their way to Shady Belle.

Back in Shady Belle, (y/n) tucks Annebeth in and kisses the top of her head. She sighs then goes to get ready for bed when she hears footsteps coming to the bedroom door. She turns and sees Arthur walking in and smiles at him. But her smile, quickly, disappears when she noticed this look on his face.

He looked like a man that was traumatized and haunted by what he saw. He looks at her for a second before he darted his eyes away from her and (y/n) frowns. “Arthur? What’s wrong?” She asked him. He shrugs, slightly, as he walks over to the bed and sits on the side of it.

“Hey…” she whispers to him as she walks over and sits next to him. He lets out a heavy sigh and he shakes his head. (Y/n) takes Arthur’s hand in hers and runs her thumb over his knuckles, almost like she was soothing his nerves. 

“Arthur, you can talk to me.” She assures him, calmly. Arthur huffs out a breath then said. “Dutch killed Bronte.”

(Y/n) stared at him, taken aback by this. “Killed him? W-What happened?” She asked. “I don’t know. Thought we was taking him in for ransom. But then Dutch…he drowned the bastard and fed him to a gator.” Arthur replied and (y/n) gasped at this.

“T-That doesn’t sound like Dutch…” (y/n) said, disbelieving. “I know, I can’t believe it either and I was there. So was John, Lenny and Bill.” Arthur said and (y/n) bites her lips as she turns her head to look down at the floor.

“One things for sure…” Arthur said and she turns her head to him again. “After this bank robbery, you, me and Annebeth are getting out at the first opportunity. I don’t want you two around all this.” Arthur said and (y/n) gave a small smile before she leans her head on his shoulder and he places an arm around her shoulders.

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not art related but heres my character from red dead online (i tried my best not to make her look like an inbred but oh well) :p

So with the announcement of my return I have a second announcement to make

Commissions are opened again!

What is a writing commission you ask?

These are full fanfictions that I write for you! Personalized to whatever you’d like and for whatever pair you’d like. Including self inserts of course :)

I also write for different fandoms as well! Mostly Red Dead Redemption of course but I also write for FC5 :)

How much for a fanfic?

Short stories ( stories under 1K words ) are $10

Longer and more detailed fanfics (1.5k words and over) will be $15 dollars

I accept PayPal only!

Do you have any examples to share if I’m interested?

Yes I do! I have previous commissions I can share! The buyer will remain anonymous when I share these stories just because of privacy

How long til I receive my commission?

Commissions are usually done within 4-5 days (proof reading and fixes take a bit) If it is a gift commission and you need it soon, I will charge an extra $3 to write it ASAP.

And since I’m moving to Cali in just two weeks for college, any extra money will definitely help me!

If you can’t buy a commission, sharing this post is very much appreciated to help spread the word!

If you’re interested just shoot me a message and I’ll be glad to help now that I’ve returned fully :) Thanks so much y’all!

✨Importantblog announcement✨

Alright y’all since I returned I’ve been trying to find ways to revamp this blog up again.

Since I’ve been on hiatus for almost a year I thought it would just be best if I restarted my inbox and started from scratch again.

I know I know, some people may find this annoying to resend in requests but I truly think it’ll help me not get so overwhelmed with starting this blog up again and I know where to start instead of being so overwhelmed with old requests.

There were 100 requests in my inbox and I just want to start from the beginning so I can get back into it.

So if you sent in a request while I was away, PLEASE SEND IT AGAIN! so I can write it for you lovelies!

The rules still apply of course so you can find that post pinned on my blog :)

Thank you for understanding my dears!