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

Visiting Hours

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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)

That’s Murfee Country

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Early the next morning, Arthur went to meet Sadie in Saint Denis. From there, she took him to meet a gentleman, Arturo Bullard, who was a pilot of a hot air balloon. Sadie thought that Arthur should get on, pretending that he was here for a lesson, and use the balloon to fly over to Sisika.

And from there, he could get a good eye and idea where John was. Arthur did just that and was able to get a closer look in Sisika and found John, much to Arturo’s dismay. They were spotted by the guards and they started to fire at the Air Balloon but Arthur was able to get them away from there before it got worse.

They made it towards the Annesburg area when they see that Sadie was being chased by some O’Driscolls. Arthur had remembered that Sadie mentioned she had been hunting them down on her own and this must been her latest hunting trip. Arthur had Arturo steer the balloon a bit as he kills the O’Driscolls but then one of the O’Driscolls shot and killed Arturo, who fell off the balloon.

Arthur maneuvered the balloon towards Sadie and throws a rope down to her. She jumps off of her horse and grabs the rope and he pulls her up. But because he had lowered the Hot Air Balloon close to the ground, they began to hit some trees and skid across the river then land on the ground.

Unfortunately, they didn’t have long to recover as more O’Driscolls come running in and Arthur and Sadie take them all out. A few survivors then ran away and Sadie cursed at them but then Arthur turns to her and begins to reprimand her.

“The hell is wrong with you? I only left you an hour ago. You can’t stay out of trouble for one damn hour?! You got that poor bastard killed for his troubles. I kinda liked him.” He shouts, angrily, at her. “They got Colm. The government…they got Colm O’Driscoll. They’re gonna hang him in Saint Denis.” Sadie informs. 

“Hang him? Okay.” Arthur said, not caring. “He’s already been tried twice for murder…and found guilty.” Sadie said. “Sure, and no doubt he’ll escape again.” Arthur said. “No, he won’t…‘cause we’re gonna make sure of it.” Sadie said and Arthur sighs.

“I…we have our own problems with the law…in case you ain’t noticed.” Arthur argues. “Dutch’ll wanna see him swing.” Sadie points out and Arthur scoffs. “Sure….Dutch, he wouldn’t even help us with Marston…and our situation is really messed up right now. You know how things is.” Arthur said but Sadie gives him a determined, firm face. 

“Bastard’s gonna swing…I’ll make sure of it.” She said. “Closely followed by Marston!” Arthur shouts, loudly. “You saw him?” She asked him. “Yes…in the fields.” He said. “Okay…then we go rescue him.” said Sadie. “From a state penitentiary?” Arthur asked, shocked. “No…but from the fields, yes. That we can manage.” She said.

“It’s well guarded.” Arthur points out. “Guarded, sure, but not behind bars.” Sadie said. “No, he’s not behind bars.” Arthur said, calming down. “So, that’s how we’ll do it….bust him from his work detail.” She said. “I guess.” Arthur said, shrugging, then Sadie whistles for her horse.

“It’s best just the two of us go. I would say three but…I don’t want to bring (y/n) along. Especially with her condition…” Sadie said and Arthur turns to her. “Condition? What you mean?” He asked, confused, and Sadie gives him the same confused look but then her eyes widen when she realized that Arthur was serious.

“She hasn’t told you?” She asked. “Told me what?” He asked her and Sadie sighs. “You’re gonna have to talk to her.” She said as her horse comes up to her. “Anyway…I’ll get us a boat…a little one….and we’ll sneak in and get him outta there. Thank you, Arthur.” She said as she mounts her horse. “Whatever you say, boss.” Arthur said, smirking. “I heard that.” She said and she rides off while Arthur thinks about what she said as he whistles for his horse.

What did Sadie mean I don’t want to bring (y/n) along. Especially in her condition? Was (y/n) sick? Was she dying? Arthur was really worried and he gets on his horse and heads back to camp.

He makes it back to the small village and looked around for (y/n) but noticed she wasn’t around. Then he saw Annebeth, who was sitting next to Jack as they pet Cain. “Hey there, Annebeth.” Arthur said as he walks up to her. “Hey, daddy.” She greets and Arthur couldn’t help but smile hearing her calling him dad.

“Have you seen your mother?” He asked her. “She said something about going to see a…doctor.” Annebeth replied, acting like she was trying to recall the conversation. “Do you know when she left?” Arthur asked her. “Just a few minutes ago.” She replied and Arthur sighs. “Okay…” he said and he walks around the village and sees Dutch sitting on the deck, muttering to himself.

“White to D4. Black to F5. White to G3. Knight to F6 ” he mutters and Arthur walks up to him. “You okay, there?” He asked him. “Working it all out. Once and for all Arthur.” Dutch replied. “What now?” Arthur asked him. “We’re back and I’m sitting here and I am contemplating the great journey of the sun and considering a famous chess move. Those oily enactors of a mediocre justice, the Pinkertons and their benefactor the depressing millionaire, Leviticus Cornwall, they want us Arthur. They want us and they are going to have us.” Dutch said.

“Well, maybe they ain’t a problem.” Arthur said and Dutch glares at him. “Meaning?” He asked, angrily. “I don’t know it’s just, I can’t help but feel we would have been better running off someplace else.” Arthur explained. “But the game ain’t over there Arthur, I ain’t played my final move, but…” Dutch said but Arthur interrupts him.

“I guess I’m more interested in saving lives than winning at chess.” He said. “And maybe life ain’t such a thing to cling on to so tightly.” Dutch said. “No doubt. What about the women?” Arthur asked him. “You sound like Hosea. I miss him.” Dutch said then he sighs, heavily, as he looks down in despair.

“I asked you a question.” Arthur said then Dutch looks back at him. “What do you think?” He asked. “We can’t stay here, that much is obvious. But where are we going to run to? They chased us from the West, they chased us over the mountains, they ran us into the sea.” Arthur said, sounding annoyed.

“Arthur, do you have my back?” Dutch asked him, as he scratched the side of his face. “Always, Dutch. But there’s more than your back to worry about. We need more money. We’ve been on the run for months now and I seen you killing folk in cold blood like you always told me not to.” Arthur said while Dutch stands up then walks over to the rails and braces his hands on it as Arthur continues. “And I’m sorry, but I can’t help but think that if we…”

“There is country in Roanoke Ridge past Butcher Creek, I believe we could hold.” Dutch said, interrupting him. “Okay.” Arthur said. “You and Charles, you take folks up that way. Micah and I need to do some reconnaissance. I ain’t got a final plan yet. Arthur, I ain’t got a…I just need time. I need time and no traitors.” Dutch said in a low voice and Arthur nods then walks away as he goes to Charles. Seems like the talk he wanted to have with (y/n) was gonna have to wait.

“Charles, will you ride with me?” he said as he walks up to Charles. “Always. Where we headed?” Charles asked as he gets up and follows Arthur to the horses. “Up past Butcher Creek.” said Arthur. “That’s Murfree Brood Country.” Charles said, with worried caution. “That’s why I’m asking you to ride with me.” Arthur said and Charles nods.

“I understand. What are we doing there?” he asked. “Looking for a place to hole up. Even the law won’t follow us up there too willingly.” Arthur said. “Yeah, I did some scouting up there while your boys were away.” Charles said as they come up to the horses. “And?” Arthur asked as he and Charles mount their horses. “You’ll see. I know the way. Follow me.” He said and they head out.

“Alright, Mrs Kilgore…” the doctor said as (y/n) fidgets a bit in her seat. “So…what do you think, Doctor?” She asked him, worried. “Well…from what you’ve told me, what with all your symptoms, and from what I could gather on doing the check-up…” he explained as (y/n) swallows, her heart beating hard and fast against her chest.

“Now I’m not one hundred percent but there is a very strong possibility that you are, indeed, pregnant.” The doctor said and (y/n)’s eyes widen and her jaw drops. She had a feeling that she was but…hearing the doctor pretty much confirming it was still shocking to her.

“Now…we don’t know completely if you are until a few more months…” he explains and (y/n) nods. “I’m pretty sure I am. Now thinking about it…I had similar symptoms when I had my first child.” (Y/n) said and the doctor nods. “Well..if anything…come back in a few months and we will know for sure. For now, rest when you can and make sure you get a full meal every day.” The doctor said and (y/n) nods. “Thank you, doctor.” She said and she hands him ten dollars for the check-up and leaves.

She walks towards her horse then stands there, thinking. After a quick moment of shock from hearing what the doctor said, she started to smile. The excitement of being a mother again was filling her heart and she bites her lips, nervously. But there was a small part of her that was nervous on Arthur’s reaction and maybe how Annebeth would react.

Then she wonders how she would tell them the news, especially to Annebeth who is just so young and so innocent. She was also worried about Arthur’s response as with how things with the gang are going right now. With so many thoughts coming in, she decides to hell with it. She’s just happy that she could be having another baby on the way and mounts her horse and makes her way back to the camp.

Meanwhile, Arthur and Charles found a spot called Beavers Hollow but it was taken over by this crew called the Murfree Brood, who are among the most violent group they have ever encountered. They would kidnap, torture and kill anyone that crossed their paths and sometimes they would dismember the corpses of their victims and have them displayed, like a trophy.

Charles and Arthur gave the Murfree gang by surprise as they went in and started killing them, only to find out that there was one prisoner that was still alive. A young girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. After showing her he was no threat and calming her down, Arthur asked her where she was from and she replied that she lived in Annesburg.

“What do we do with her?” Arthur asked Charles. “Take her there and I’ll go get the others.” Charles said. “Sure.” Arthur said as they walk out of the cave and towards the horses, the girl following them. Charles got on his horse and took off while Arthur walks up to his then turns to the girl.

“Miss, you okay riding on my horse a little?” he asked her but she seemed hesitant. “I’ll keep you safe.” Arthur assures her and she nods, silently. He helps her up on the horse and gets on himself and they ride off.

“Annesburg, right?” he asked her. “Yes..” she replied. “…they did…” she stops and starts to let out shaky breaths. Arthur couldn’t help but feel bad for her, he had seen just a small amount of what these bastards could do and Lord only knows what horrors this girl had witnessed.

“It’s okay, miss.” He said to her, softly. “The others, they killed them.” The girl said, in a disbelieving voice. “You’re safe now. Just try to breathe.” Arthur said. “They’re animals.” the girl cries. “I know. It’s all right, miss.” he tells her.

“Why would they?” The girl asked and Arthur sighs at this. “Some folks is just evil, ain’t no point trying to explain it.” He said. “I haven’t slept in days.” The girl informs. “I know. What’s your name, miss?” He asked her but she stays quiet. “It’s okay.” He assures her and she speaks up. “Meredith.” She replied.

“You’re going to be home soon, Meredith, and this will all be over.” Arthur tells her. “Thank you.” Meredith said, relieved. “Where in Annesburg?” Arthur asked as they make their way down a hill. “One of the mining cottages. If you get me to the main street, I can show you from there.” Meredith explained.  “Okay. Just try to relax now.” Arthur tells her. “Just head for the main street, it’ll be easier to walk from there.” she said and Arthur nods as they head on.

Minutes later, Arthur pulls up to the mining town and Meredith speaks up. “Miss, we’re here.” Arthur said and Meredith let’s out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God.” She said and they stop and dismount his horse. “So which place is yours?” He asked. “Up at the top of the hill. It’s near the blacksmith.” She replied. “Come on then.” He said and they walk up the hill to a house where an older woman walks out.

“Ma!” Meredith shouts and the woman turns then gasped. “Meredith? She’s alive. Oh, she’s alive.” She said as her and Meredith embrace and Arthur walks up to them, the sight kind of reminded him of when (y/n) and Annebeth embraced after getting her and Jack from Bronte.

“She saw some pretty bad things I’m afraid, ma'am. Murfree brood got her.” Arthur informs. “Oh my darling.” The mother gasped as she hugs her daughter closer then looks over at Arthur. “How did you manage?” She asked him. “I just ran into them and found her.” Arthur replied.

“Oh thank you. Here, let me give you this.” The mother said as she pulls out some cash and holds it out to him but he shakes his head. “Oh, that’s okay ma'am. You just keep her warm and keep her safe.” He said and he bids them a goodbye and the mother smiles and takes Meredith inside their home.

Arthur walks towards his horse but then noticed a familiar face. “Mrs Downes?” he asked as he sees her taking a man to a house. She turns to him and frightened again by his presence. “Oh no. You leave me alone. You just leave me alone.” She shouts and she runs into the house and shuts the door before her male companion could go inside. 

“Thanks buddy.” the guy grumbled to Arthur, disappointed, and he walks off. Arthur shakes his head and gets on his horse and heads back to Beavers Hollow.

“How you get on?” Dutch asked Arthur as he comes back, most of the campsite was already set up. “Okay. Found a girl, took her home.” Arthur explained as he dismounts his horse and walks up to Dutch. “Oh.” said Dutch.

“You and Micah find anything?” Arthur asked him. “Maybe. I think maybe, I found our old friend Mr. Cornwall.” Dutch said. “You did?” asked Arthur. “Yeah, he’s buying a stake in the mine in Annesburg.” Dutch said and Arthur glances over to the side and saw (y/n) setting up their tent with Annebeth. “Relentlessly ambitious feller, isn’t he?” Arthur asked, sarcastically. “Micah and I will sniff about, see if he knows we’re here and exactly what his plans are.” Dutch said.

“So Dutch, did you miss me?” a drunken female voice said and everyone turns and see Uncle bring Molly, who was clearly intoxicated, towards Dutch. “I found her, drunk in Saint Denis.” Uncle said as Molly stumbles. “You’re back. How jolly, Miss O'Shea.” Dutch said, unenthused. “It’s Molly, you sack of shit!” Molly shouts. “Back and drunk.” Dutch grumbles.

“Who made you the master, the Lord God Almighty?” Molly asked in a drunken anger. “Calm down.” Dutch tells her, firmly but a bit of anger in his voice. “I won’t be ignored, Dutch van der Linde. I aren’t him. I aint her…or any of your stooges.” Molly said as she points at a few of the members while she stumbled a bit.

“Calm yourself, miss.” Dutch said as he glares at her while everyone was watching Molly, confused but also with worry and concern. “You don’t owe me nothing. I don’t owe you nothing. Nothing!” Molly rambles. “Okay.” Dutch said.

“I’ll spit in your eye. I did, I told them!” Molly yells and Dutch was caught off guard and (y/n) gasped at this. “I’m sorry?” Dutch asked. “Yeah I told them and I’ll tell them again. Now I’ve got God’s ear.” Molly said. “You told who what?” Dutch asked her, angrily. “Mr. Milton and Mr. Ross about the bank robbery and I wanted them to kill you.” She spat at Dutch.

“You did what?” Dutch asked as he pulls out his pistol and aims it at her. “I loved you, you damn bastard! Go on shoot me.” Molly screamed, hysterical, then Arthur turns to Dutch. “She’s crazy. She aint worth it.” Arthur whispers to him but Dutch doesn’t listen to him.

“You told on me? You betrayed me?” Dutch asked Molly, angrily. “Oh, you’re not so big now, are you?” She asked him and she begins to laugh while Annebeth shuffles closer to her mother, hiding behind her leg. 

“Quiet!” Arthur shouts at Molly then he turns to Dutch. “Just calm down.” He mutters to Dutch. “Arthur.” Dutch said, shocked and confused, as he turns to Arthur. “She’s a fool. Get her out of here.” Arthur pleads to him. “You know the rules.” Dutch exclaims.

“Oh, not so big now are we, your majesty?” Molly said, hysterically, and before Dutch could say anything, there was a loud gunshot, which hit Molly in her stomach. “Damn!” Bill exclaims, shocked, while everyone gasped as Grimshaw walks up holding a shotgun, smoke coming out of the barrel. Molly looks down her wound then falls over and dies.

A couple of girls began to cry and Annebeth let’s out a scream and (y/n) placed her hands over her mouth. She never really liked Molly and couldn’t get along with her much but she never wanted death upon her. This was heartbreaking.

“She knew the rules, Arthur. What the hell is wrong with you?” Grimshaw said to Arthur, angrily, then she turns to Bill and Pearson. “Mr. Pearson, Mr. Williams said, get this body out of here and get it burnt.” She ordered. “Okay.” Bill said as he and Pearson pick up Molly’s body.

At that point, Annebeth runs off which caught (y/n)’s attention. “Annebeth!” She said as Grimshaw shouts to everyone. “Now get back to work, all of you! Quit you’re lollygagging, Get back to work.” She orders while Annebeth goes to the tent and cries.

(Y/n) runs to her and kneels down to her and placed her hands on Annebeth’s shoulder. “Annebeth?” She said, worried, as Annebeth wipes away her tears. “Why, mamma? Why?” Annebeth asked her, in between her sobs. (y/n) didn’t know what to say or how to explain as she was just as shocked and confused as her daughter.

“I-I’m so sorry you had to see that, sweetheart.” She said and she holds her daughter close to her chest. Annebeth cries as she buries her face into her mother’s chest just as (y/n) hears footsteps. She looks up to see Arthur coming up to them and he felt bad when he saw how distressed Annebeth is.

He frowns then kneels down to them and embraces them. “I’m sorry.” He mutters to them and (y/n) leans her head against his shoulder. And he thinks to himself that they’ll get out of this hellhole soon and figure out the right time to get them out of here.

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

Fleeting Joy

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(Y/n) and Abigail were sitting in the small shack, watching over Jack and Annebeth as they try to play in a very half-hearted way. Jack was sad about John being arrested and Annebeth was sad about Arthur missing. Both women felt pity and empathize with the kids when Sadie comes in.

“Well…?” Abigail asked Sadie, worried. “As far as I could gather, John is still alive but….they moved him to Sisika. Working in a chain gang.” Sadie explained and Abigail let’s out a sigh. “At least he hasn’t been hung.” She mutters. “Not yet at least.” (Y/n) said and Sadie nods.

“(Y/n)’s right. We need to come up with a plan to break him out because there is talks of hanging him. I don’t know when but I don’t think we have alot of time.” She said and (y/n) furrows her brow. “Sadie, Sisika is one of the most guarded prisons in the America.” (Y/n) said. “How the hell are we gonna break John out from a place like that?”

“I’m working on it. First, I need to figure out how guarded that place is and where John is in that place. You know, get an idea on how to get him out.” Sadie said. “That’s gonna be tough, unless you have a secret ability to fly.” (Y/n) said and Sadie gets this look on her face, like a great idea came to her. “I think you just gave me an idea, (y/n).” She said as she leaves and walks out of the shack.

“What was all that about?” Abigail said after she gave a confused look to (y/n). “I don’t know.” (Y/n) said, shrugging, before she went back to watching the kids.

Late that night, but early the next morning, a small boat rows towards the shore of Annesburg and Arthur gets out of the boat. “Thanks, fellers.” He mutters to them and they nod and row away. Arthur runs over to the streets and noticed a horse that was hitched in front of a bar.

He quickly runs to the horse, mounts it and makes his way over to Shady Belle. Hang on, girls. I’m on my way. Arthur thought as he gallops away as the sun started to rise.

The sun was fully up by the time Arthur made it to Shady Belle. The first thing he noticed was that the place looked abandoned and that someone was in a rush to get out. “Hello?” Arthur calls out as he dismounts his horse and walks up to the building. “Hello? Anyone here?” he calls out as he gets inside. “(Y/n)? Annebeth?” He calls out as he walks into another room and noticed a letter on the table.

He picks it up and reads it and noticed the handwriting looked familiar.

My Darling Tacitus,

I do so hope you enjoyed your vacation. Lucky you, leaving like that. And you always suggested you were too old for travel. I hope you and your cousins enjoyed yourselves.

Me and your granddaughter have decided to take a trip of our own as the place has become so dreary and God forsaken in your absence.

We’ve gone to visit relatives from my Daddy’s side in Lakey. A small village, just North of Saint Denis. It’s buggy and muggy, but apparently neither is too bad at this time of year.

 Please come see us when you can, my love.

Yours sincerely,

Caroline.

“Well, thank you…Darling Caroline.” Arthur mutters as he smiles to himself and he tucks away the letter. But right then and there, he hears voices.

“Milton keeps sending us back every day to search this place.”

“There quite clearly isn’t a gang of outlaws holed up here.”

Arthur walks over to the window and crouches down then slowly looks through the window and see four Pinkertons outside. “Someone is here, look. Those are fresh footprints. Looks like someone might be here right now.” One of the Pinkertons said as he looks at the footprints that Arthur just made.

“Sure. Someone is here…There's always someone everywhere.” The second Pinkerton grumbles. “Let’s look around then…See if we can find something for Mr. Milton.” the first Pinkerton said. “Mr. Milton…I like to find a poisonous snake for him.” The second Pinkerton said and the first Pinkerton said.

“That’s enough Mr. Johns. You take Mr. Bunter and search around back. Mr Orly, let’s head inside gentlemen. Be careful.” The first Pinkerton said and they start to make their way in the building.

Arthur hides and leans up against the wall. One Pinkerton walks past him while one of them heads to the back towards the stairs, the third one stands in the main front room, with his back to Arthur, and the fourth Pinkerton was walking around towards the back.

Arthur then makes his way out of the building, stealthy, and heads towards the front door. He walks out as quietly and quick as he could and runs outside towards his horse and mounts it. Then he snaps the reigns and takes off, leaving Shady Belle behind.

He makes his way North of Saint Denis and eventually makes it towards Lakey, rain started pouring down. He comes up to what looks like a very small village, as the letter described, and he saw Pearson and Abigail standing outside. He dismounts his horse and walks up to them and they turn and their faces light up once they see him.

“Arthur! Arthur’s here!” Pearson exclaims as Abigail let’s out a giggle. “Oh, Arthur, you’re alive!” She said. “Just about.” Arthur said, exhausted. “Come inside, come on, it’s raining.” Abigail said as she takes his arm and leads him inside. “Look at you.” Pearson said as they head to the front door.

“Hey everybody, look who’s here.” Abigail said, happily, and everyone looks over and sees Arthur was back. Everyone was happy and started to run towards him. “You made it.” Javier said, as he had made it back some time ago.

“How y'all doing?” Arthur said as everyone gathers around him but he was looking for the two most important people. He walks over to Uncle, who was sleeping in a hammock, then begins to shake it.

“Hey, old man, wake up!” he said, waking Uncle up, when Abigail goes next to him. “Hey. Arthur, they got John…” she said. “Yeah, he got arrested.” Sadie added. “He ain’t hung yet?” Arthur asked. “Not yet. They moved him to Sisika. He’s been working on a chain gang.” Sadie explained when Tilly goes towards the back door, where (y/n) and Annebeth were sitting in a chair on the back deck and looking out at the water.

“(Y/n)…” Tilly calls out and (y/n) looks over her shoulder. “You’re gonna wanna see this.” She said, smiling, and (y/n) takes Annebeth off of her lap and set her down on her feet then gets up from her seat. The two head to the door and Tilly stands aside and (y/n) stops dead in her tracks as she looks ahead of herself.

There stood Arthur Morgan, wearing a white dress shirt that was dirty and dark gray pants and his hair and grown some and his beard had grown some as well. His face was also red, like he was sun-burnt. She gasped and placed both her hands over her mouth while Annebeth smiles and begins to run towards him.

“DADDY!!” She exclaims and he turns and sees her then kneels down. She runs into his arms and he wraps his arms around her and hugs her as he stands up while she hugs him back. “I missed you.” Annebeth said to Arthur while everyone smiled. “Missed you too. Very much.” Arthur mutters, his heart filled with joy, and he kissed the side of her head.

He looks over and sees (y/n) standing there at the other side of the building. Her eyes shining with tears but he could tell that they were happy tears and he goes to set Annebeth down. “Arthur…” (y/n) whispers then she runs towards him.

The two embraced each other and (y/n) started to sob with happiness as Arthur buried his face into the space between where her neck and shoulder meet. (Y/n) buries her face into his shoulder and runs her fingers through his hair, almost to reassure herself that this was real, and Arthur wraps his arms tighter around her.

(Y/n) pulls her head back to look up at him and she smiles. “You’re alive. You’re back.” She whispers and Arthur smiles. “I told ya I’d come back to you.” He mutters and they share a chuckle before they kiss. (Y/n) cupped his face in her hands and Arthur places his left hand behind her head, holding her in place, while his right arm was wrapped around her waist, the couple making up for lost time in this one kiss.

The remaining gang cheer and applaud at this, making the couple break the kiss and laugh. Then Tilly came up to Arthur with a bowl of stew and he removes his arms off of (y/n) and takes the bowl. (Y/n) leads him to a seat and he sits down on it as he starts to eat while everyone started to talk about what happened after the botched bank robbery.

By night time, Arthur had changed into different clothes and had shaved his beard down to a stubble and (y/n) had cut his hair. He was finishing catching up with the gang when Dutch and Micah walk in and everyone gasped at this.

“Dutch, Dutch.”

“There he is, old Dutchy.”

“He’s back. He’s back.”

Dutch smiles at his people and nodded at them. “How’d you folks find each other? What happened? Can somebody get me a cup of coffee, or something?” Dutch asked and Mary-Beth went to go get a cup.

“It was Mrs. Adler and Miss (l/n) who saved us, Dutch. After the robbery in Saint Denis, they got us away from the camp before the Pinkertons turned up. Then Mrs. Adler and Mr. Smith drove away the degenerates who were living here.” Strauss explained and Dutch looks over at Sadie and (y/n) then gives them a gratitude smile.

“Mrs. Adler, Miss (l/n), we owe you.” Dutch tells them sad everyone nods in agreement while Arthur kisses the side of (y/n)’s head. “Thank you.” Dutch tells them and Sadie and (y/n) nod at them.

“It’s been real hard, Dutch. We been surviving but only just. What we going to do?” Tilly asked him and everyone looks over at Dutch, for guidance. He looks down at the cup of coffee that Mary-Beth just gave him and thinks over his words.

“Things have been tough. There ain’t no doubt about that. Trust me, I am going to get us out of here. This ain’t over.” He said, firmly, then Micah walks up and holds his arms out.

“Ain’t none of you folks interested in our adventures?” he asked. “Guess we’re more interested in escaping the hangmen on our tail.” Abigail said as she stands up and paces around. “Cheerful nymph of the prairie, wasn’t you, Abigail?” Micah asked, with sarcasm. “Oh, sure. My fair heart jumps for joy when I set eyes on you, Micah.” Abigail said, with the same amount of sarcasm then (y/n) turns to Dutch.

“We buried Hosea, Dutch. Charles and Abigail stole his body from the law one night and gave him a proper burial. It was real nice.” (Y/n) said and Dutch looks down, as does everyone, until they heard the door slam open. Bill had just walked in.

“Well, here you is. Well, I asked everybody I could find, and eventually someone knew. Said you fools were out here. Shit!” Bill growls then he turns to Sadie. "Get me a drink or something.“ he demanded from her and she glares at him. "Get your own damn drink!” She yelled at him.

“In our absence, Mrs. Adler and Miss (l/n) here have been looking after things. Now sit down.” Dutch tells Bill and it looked like Bill was about to say something but then they hear a voice shout from outside.

“This is Agent Milton with the Pinkerton Detective Agency.” Milton’s voice shout and everyone looks towards the window. “Already?” Dutch said, shocked. “Aw, shit…” Arthur growls and he turns to (y/n) and gestures for her to hide. She nods then grabs Annebeth and kneels down to the floor as Milton continues on.

“On behalf of Cornwall Kerosene and Tar, the United States Government and the Commonwealth of West Elizabeth…We are here to arrest you. Come out with your hands up.” He shouts as the gang give each other worried looks. Milton turns to one of the agents.

“Give them to a count of five, then give them everything.” He said and he starts to turn away but stops and turns back to the agent. “Actually, let them have it.” He said and Dutch noticed the agent getting on a wagon that had a Gatling gun.

“Everyone get down!” Dutch shouts and everyone takes to the floor as bullets started flying. “Asked everyone you could find, did you, Bill?” Micah asked Bill, angrily, while Arthur goes over to (y/n), who was laying down on the ground and shielding Annebeth. “You two okay?” He asked them while Annebeth curled up to (y/n)’s chest and cried. “We’re okay, Arthur.” (Y/n) said then Sadie speaks up.

“Arthur, follow me!” She shouts and Arthur goes to follow her as they crawl along the floor. “This is real bad.” Abigail said as her and Jack were laying on the ground some feet away from (y/n). “Just stay down, all of you.” Arthur said as he continues to follow Sadie, who leads him out the back door.

“Arthur, follow me.” she instructs as they get out side and get on their feet but stay crouched down. “Where are we going?” Arthur asked her. “This way, there’s a trapdoor into the other house. We can try to flank them.” Sadie explains as they get around the house then down a ladder and head over to the other building

“You fools weren’t listening to me, were you? I showed mercy. You mistook it for weakness-” Milton shouts as the gunfire stopped. Arthur and Sadie make it through the trap door under the second building and climb up through it.

“Why have they stopped shooting?” Sadie asked as they make it into the building. Arthur walks up to the door and peaks through the cracks to see Milton standing and gesturing around him with his hands, the rain started to pour down over him.

“Now I will show strength and you may mistake it for brutality. There is no escape for any of you. I shall hunt you to the ends of the earth and the end of time! I killed your friends and I’ve enjoyed killing them and now I’m going to kill each and every one of you!” Milton went on and Arthur growls under his breath.

“This idiot is really starting to irritate me.” Arthur growls and he turns to Sadie. “Come on!” He said and Sadie tosses him a rifle and Arthur kicks the door open and starts to kill a few of the agents, including the one on the Gatling gun.

“We need to push them back!” Arthur yells as he continues to fire. “Okay, let’s go!” Sadie shouts and they continue their assault on the Pinkertons then Bill comes up and helps. “Don’t think for one minute you’re going to have all the fun by yourself!” he said as he kills a few then Arthur noticed that some of the agents were getting behind some of the large thick trees surrounding the area. 

“They’re hiding in the trees, get them!” Arthur shouts and he heard a noise behind him. He turned around and saw a Pinkerton agent running up behind him but before he could do anything, a gunshot rings out and the agent falls over to the side.

Arthur looks over and sees (y/n) at the window of the cabin, proping a rifle on the windowsill and the barrel was smoking. Arthur smiles at her and she winks then shifts the gun over and started to fire at any agents she could see and Arthur turns back around.

“We’ll kill every last one of you!” Sadie screams as her, Arthur and Bill run and fire at the agents. “I have had it with you bastards!” Bill yells as he shoots and kills a couple of agents as more comes in and he, Sadie and Arthur move forward and a bit away from the cabin.

Then a few agents started to run down the main path towards the cabin. (Y/n) fires and shoots the agents but quickly she was getting overwhelmed, even with Dutch’s and Micah’s help once they got their guns out.

“We need someone back here. They’re coming down the main path.” Dutch shouts as they continue the gunfight. “Get on that Gatling gun, Arthur!” Sadie shouts and Arthur runs and ducks from the bullets as he heads to the Gatling gun.

“You’re a dead man!” A Pinkerton shouts as he goes to shoot Arthur but Sadie shoots the agent, giving Arthur the opportunity to get to the gun. Finally, he gets on the gun and begins to fire. “Keep your head down! I’m swinging this around!” Arthur shouts and everyone ducks down and Arthur spins the gun around as he continues to fire, killing all of the agents.

Eventually, the Pinkertons started to run away. “That’s right! Run you spineless sons of bitches!” Bill exclaims as the Pinkertons run away and Dutch walks out to check on the trio. “You saved us, Arthur.” Dutch said to Arthur as he gets down from the wagon. “Well, me and Bill and Sadie.” Arthur said as Micah comes out. “Well, we ain’t been back for more than a few days.” Micah said.

“What do we do, Dutch?” Arthur asked Dutch, who was thinking but he wasn’t his normal calm and confident self he seemed angrier. “Clearly, we need to leave. It will take them some time to regroup.” Dutch said then he turns to the gang once they come out of the cabin.

“Mr. Pearson, Miss Grimshaw, start packing up.” he orders then he turns to Javier and Bill. “Javier, you and Bill, get out of here. Go scare off any scum still loitering about. We need a couple of days. Now, please gentlemen!” Dutch said and Javier and Bill nod. “Sure.” Bill said and they walk off and search around the area.

“What next, Dutch?” Arthur asked Dutch. “We just need some time. I need some time. Now, we can’t go east because then we’ll be in the ocean, so we’re going to have to go north, I guess. I just need someone to buy me some damn time! One of you!” Dutch said then he slams his fist down on the gatling gun wagon. “You’ll figure it out, boss. You always do.” Micah assures him.

“What are you going to do about John, Dutch?” Abigail asked Dutch as she walks up to him. "John?“ Dutch said, almost confused, as he turns to Abigail. "He’s in jail.” She reminded him. “W-W-We’ll get him….Abigail. Just not, not yet.” Dutch said. “There’s talk of hanging him.” Abigail pleads as Dutch shakes his head. “It’s not going to come to that.” he said and he starts to walk off while (y/n) goes over to Arthur.

“Dutch!” Abigail shouts at him as she kinda follows him but stops after a few steps. “Not now, Miss! Not now.” Dutch said and he heads to the cabin, Micah not far behind him, and (y/n) hugs Arthur.

“You okay?” She asked him as she looks him over. “I’m fine. You?” He asked her and she nods then Abigail comes over to them and Sadie, who was standing a few feet away from Arthur and (y/n).

“I’m begging you two. He’s…they’re going to hang him. It would break my…the boy’s heart.” Abigail begs them. “Please, do something.”

“We will.” Sadie said and Abigail smiles at them. “Thank you.” She said and she heads back inside the cabin and Arthur and (y/n) pull out of their embrace.

“Okay. I’m going to go figure out how we rescue this bastard.” Sadie said. “Now?” Arthur asked her. “Yes, now. Meet me at Doyle’s Tavern on Milyonne Avenue.” She tells him. “Okay.” Arthur said and Sadie walks off.

“Thanks for the help back there.” Arthur said to (y/n) and she smiles at him. “Of course.” She said but then she turns her head towards the cabin for a moment then turns back to Arthur.

“Is Dutch okay, Arthur? He just…he just seems different.” (Y/n) said and Arthur sighs. “I don’t know. Seems as…what began happening in Blackwater, began happening…years ago, maybe. A slow decline, I guess.” Arthur said and (y/n) gives a confused look at this. “What do you mean?” She asked. “I ain’t quite sure.” He replied as he looks down and sighs, heavily, at this.

(Y/n) frowns and takes his hand in hers. “Arthur…” she said to him in a soft tone and he, slowly, turns his head to her. “I’m so sorry about Hosea and Lenny. I know…you were really close to them…” she said and Arthur sighs again.

“It’s just a damn mess we’ve gotten into…” he said then he runs his right hand over his eyes and then said. “I think I need some sleep…before I go meet up with Sadie.”

(Y/n) nods and she leads him back to the cabin.

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

Paradise Mercifully Departed

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Arthur had arrived at the fortress to find the gang arguing with Hercule over the boat he promised them. Hercule told them they couldn’t leave yet because Fussar had ordered a ship from Cuba to come and attack. Immediately after this, Hercule and the gang were told to get on the roof quickly, and they spot a large warship just offshore.

The group get in cover and fire at the mass of soldiers who were running up the beach. Arthur helped Hercule push a cannon into position so they can destroy the warship, but the fortress was breached soon after. Arthur, Hercule, and Dutch headed down to fend off the approaching soldiers while the others remain on the roof to guard the cannon.

As more men begin to row in on boats, Arthur assigned Dutch and Hercule different positions to defend. Once the remaining soldiers had been eliminated, Arthur and Hercule returned to the roof and use the cannon to destroy the ship.

With the battle over, Arthur was told to meet the others at the boat so they can prepare to head home, while Micah meets with the captain and Dutch and Bill gets Javier.

And that’s where Arthur is now, at the boat with Hercule and the others as Bill helps Javier in. “I thought I was dead for sure.” Javier said as he gets on the boat. Then Micah comes up to them, back from his scouting mission. 

“Boys, we got a real problem.” He said and the others give worried looks to him. “Nice Mr. Fussar don’t want us going nowhere. He knows just who we are. If he can keep us here for a few more days, well…” Micah said and the others exchange looks.

“And what about the captain of the ship here?” Dutch asked him. “They got him trussed up like a hog. Guards all over the place. Got us surrounded with gun positions, so when we try to sail out, he’s going to blow holes in us.” Micah replied and Dutch growls under his breath. “This feller is really beginning to try my patience.” He grumbles. “And he ain’t even had you tortured yet.” Arthur said.

“I like the man’s style. He’s thorough, nasty and vindictive.” Micah said but he notices the look the others are giving him so he clears his throat. “However, in this instance, I don’t see we got any alternative, but we go and free our friendly captain and destroy the artillery.” He said. 

“For once, I agree with you.” Arthur said to him, nodding, then Dutch turns to Hercule. “Hercule?” He asked. “Oh, I’ll fight Alberto Fussar every day I can.” Hercule said, proudly. “Alright. Bill, you’re going to guard Javier on the ship here. Micah, Arthur, let’s get to work. Hercule, we follow you.” Dutch said and they start to walk away.

“En allez, this way.” Hercule said and they head off into enemy territory.

“Quick, let’s get up around the back of that artillery post. There’s two guards.” Micah tells them and they get around the back. “Arthur, come on. Get your knife ready. You take out the first guy and I’ll get the other one.” Micah orders Arthur and the two take out the guards, stealthy.

“Okay, clear. Let’s plant the explosives.” Micah said as he and Arthur go over to the cannons and place the dynamite in them. “You got it secured properly, cowpoke?” Micah asked him. “I think so.” said Arthur as he looks over his work. “Knowing you, I have my doubts.” Micah said. “Shut up, Micah.” Arthur growls and they light the fuse just as Micah starts to laugh.

“Come on, run!” Micah yells and he and Arthur run some feet away when the dynamite goes off. Then some of Fussar’s men start to come at them and the men started to fire back at them. “Look out above us! On the roof!” Hercule shouts as they ducked behind some cover and continued with the gunfire.

“Come on. There’s another set of cannons up ahead.” Hercule shouts and they move forward then take cover every time Fussar’s men fired back. Then they pop up out of cover and kill the guards as fast as they could. “I’ll get the dynamite rigged on these cannons. There’ll be more coming.” Micah said as they come up a hill and Micah runs over to the cannons.

“We’ll hold them off. Up here, Arthur, we’ll have a better view.” Dutch tells Arthur and they get up the hill and start firing at the oncoming threat as Micah plants the dynamite. “How are you getting on with those cannons, Micah?” Dutch asked Micah as he, Arthur and Hercule kill the men, who were coming out of a cornfield. “Nearly there!” Micah shouts then he places the dynamite in the cannon and runs back over to the others.

“Okay, boys, we are live, stand back.” He said and a second later, an explosion goes off. Now that all of the guns were destroyed, all they have to do is go save the captain.

“The captain’s being held in the workers’ compound. This way!” Micah informs and everyone follows him. “Let’s go!” Dutch yells and they make it over to the compound. “The captain’s in that blue building, straight ahead.” Micah said just as more men come out and shoot at them.

“Okay, let’s deal with these bastards first! Come on! Push up on them!” Dutch shouts as he, Micah, Hercule and Arthur shoot and kill every man that comes at them. “All right, you get the captain out of that cabin. We’ll cover things out here.” Dutch tells Arthur.

Arthur makes his way into the shack and opens it. There the captain was laying on the floor and Arthur, immediately, goes towards him. But Levi Simon was hiding behind the door and he comes up to Arthur and hits him in the head with the handle of his gun, knocking Arthur on the floor.

“I got you now, you bastard.” Levi said, smiling, but Dutch comes up behind him and aims his gun at Levi. “We are all bastards, my friend. But…only one of us…is some would be emperor’s whore.” Dutch said and Levi turns to him. “We know who you are.” He sneers. “And nobody knows who you are, not even your damn father.” Dutch said just as they hear someone come in.

Dutch pulls out his second revolver while Fussar walks in and Arthur starts to wake up. “You maggots are going to die.” Fussar growls as he pulls out his gun. Then Arthur gets up and pulls out his revolver, aiming at Fussar.

“Eventually, I’m sure we will, but not today, and not because of you.” Dutch said. “The US Navy is on the way.” Fussar threatens. “I am sure they are, which is why you’re going to let us leave, or you are dying right here, my friend.” Dutch said as Arthur looks down at the captain, who is awake, and tosses a rifle to him.

“Here!” Arthur shouts and the captain catches the rifle and kills Levi. Fussar, frightened, shoots several times in the air and runs away. Dutch fires back at him but to no avail, and Fussar escapes. “Damn!” Dutch growls while Arthur helps the captain to his feet.

“You saved my life. Thank you, Captain.” Arthur tells him. “I suppose you men are my cargo.” The captain said and they nod. “Dutch van der Linde. I am sorry you got hurt.” Dutch said as he and the captain shake hand. “Gentlemen. Back to the ship. Come on!” Dutch said and he, Arthur and the captain leave the shack and head outside.

“What happened to Fussar? He escaped?” Dutch asked as they run out. “I didn’t see him. They have sent reinforcements! Let’s go!” Hercule shouts as they run and shoot at any oncoming men. “Keep going, just get to that boat!” Dutch shouts as they continue to run through the ruins of the village.

“Here. Fussar’s up there, I think.” Hercule said to Arthur as he points towards a tall tower on their left. “In the tower?” Arthur asked as he looks towards it. “Yes. Yes, that’s him.” Hercule said as they see Fussar getting to the top tower and loading a cannon. 

“This damn idiot. Come on!” Arthur growls and he and Hercule run. “He’s shooting, we have to take him down.” Hercule said as he and Arthur take cover. “Arthur, there’s another cannon up ahead on our left. Can you get to that?” Hercule asked him. “I’ll try!” Arthur said then he gets behind the second cannon. He aims the cannon at the tower and fires it, destroying the tower and killing Fussar with it.

“I got him for you, Javier.” Arthur told Javier after they made their way back to the ship. “Captain, can you handle the ship?” Dutch asked the Captain. “I’ll be fine. Come on, we’ll get going with the tide before I get any more surprise interviews with local officials.” The captain said and he boards the ship and Dutch turns to Hercule.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked. “We’ll be like you. We’ll disappear probably back to Haiti. Believe me, we’ll be long gone by morning.” Hercule said and Dutch nods. “Good. Thank you.” Dutch said as he and Hercule shake hands then they board the ship as Hercule waves them goodbye and leaves.

“We survived.” Dutch said as he, Arthur, Micah, Bill and Javier were gathered at the deck of the ship. “Just about.” Arthur said. “Well, what now?” Bill asked him. “What now?” Micah mimics him. “What do you mean, what now?”

“I mean, we’re heading back to Lemoyne, again, and we’re all wanted men.” Bill said. “We slip ashore one by one. Find out what’s what.” Dutch said. “And we don’t cut and run now? Head back to Blackwater.” Micah suggested. “No.” Dutch said, firmly.

“Why not?” Micah asked, confused. “Because the last thing they’ll be thinking is for us to turn up.” Dutch said. “We’ve been on a run for a while now and it feels like…Like our luck has turned. You know? And I ain’t turning back. We had a good run of it, I guess.” said Arthur.

“We ain’t even played our hand yet. We just need to put some more money in our pockets, make our escape. Broke, alone, they’re going to pick us off one by one, and you know it.” Dutch said and Arthur folds his arms across his chest and shrugs. “Maybe.” He said.

“Not. Maybe. We need to split up, keep a low profile, try to track down the rest, but carefully. See if they sent any mail. Arthur, you check Shady Belle. We’ll find each other eventually, we always do.” Dutch said. 

“And then what?” Javier asked. “Then we meet up. We gather the family, we get some money and get the hell out of there. That’s the plan.” Dutch explained. “We all acting crazy. And that’s not what I thought we were going to be doing.” said Javier. “We’ve been in a bad way. Listen, I will kill for my family. Any of you want to judge me for that, that’s fine. But that is who I am. Anyone disagree? Anyone?” Dutch asked and everyone stays silent and Arthur leans against the boxes.

All he could really think was that he was finally going back home and he really couldn’t wait to see his girls again. He missed the smiles on their faces, which always lit up his day every now and then. He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around his family as he misses them terribly. Arthur knew then that whatever Dutch has plans for them to get the next big score will be his last run.

He decided that he will help get the money as fast as he could. If Dutch was now gonna start killing folk in cold blood and for no reason, he didn’t want (y/n) and, especially, Annebeth anywhere near that.

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

Fatherhood And Other Dreams

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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)

Guarma

Previous Chapter /First Chapter

Arthur slowly opens his eyes then coughs as he starts to push himself up. His vision slowly comes back into focus as he looks around and sees that he had landed in some sort’ve beach. 

“Where the hell am I?” He mutters once he gets up to his feet and starts to walk. Minutes or hours, he wasn’t for sure, he walked on although he stumbles every now and then. Eventually, he saw some smoke up ahead and started to head towards it.

He rounds the corner and sees Dutch, Javier, Bill and Micah around a fire pit. “Dutch.” Arthur said in a weak hoarse voice then he raises a hand and said, a bit louder. “Dutch. Boys.” Dutch and the others look up and over and see Arthur. “You’re alive. Arthur?” Dutch said, shocked, then he and the others stand up and run towards Arthur.

“You’re alive.” Dutch said, happily. “Mother…You’re okay.” Javier said as they run up to Arthur. “Arthur, it is a miracle. It is a damn miracle.” Dutch said, relieved. “Here, have something to drink. Have a drink.” he said then he turns to the boys.  Somebody give him a damn drink.“ Dutch shouts and Bill gives Arthur a drink, who accepts it and drinks it.

"Oh son. Son, take it easy. We got you. We got you.” Dutch assures Arthur and they take him over to the firepit, which had shades from the trees over it.

“So, where the hell are we?” Arthur asked Dutch sometime later after getting to rest and a drink. “We are on the island of Guarma. Javier asked a local. It’s an old sugar plantation island. Second Island east of Cuba.” Dutch explains. “Is it anywhere near Australia or to Tahiti?” Arthur asked him. “It’s on the way, I guess.” Dutch said, shrugging. But they don’t know that they were getting surrounded by some sort’ve enforcement officials.

“So, what next?” Arthur asked. “I don’t know.” Dutch said then he hears a noise then turns around and looks up to see the men surrounding them with guns aiming at them. “Well, next I guess we’re going to get shot.” Dutch said, with exasperated sarcasm, as the others and sees them.

Moments later, the boys were chained together by their ankles as the guards speak in Spanish. Then a man on a horse comes up to them. “Gentlemen, this is quite a welcome.” Dutch said. “Who are you?” the man asked him. “We are no one.” Dutch replied.

“What’s your name?” the man asked him. “Aiden O'Malley.” Dutch replied. “Is that so? What are you doing Mr O'Malley?” The man asked, sounding like he doesn’t believe Dutch. “Surviving. We were lost at sea in the storm.” Dutch said but then man gives him a suspicious look. “Is that so?” The man said, suspiciously. “No, I’m in the habit of looking like this.” Dutch remarks, sarcastically, then he looks down at the ankle chains and cuffs.

“Is all of this really necessary?” Dutch asked the man. “We’ve got enough troubles around here right now, Mr O'Malley, without taking a chance on a bunch of vagabonds. Behave yourselves and no harm will befall you.” the man said then he turns to his men and speaks to them in Spanish. 

“Let’s go. We got another group round it up down the way.” The man said, in English, and they start walking. “I don’t get your drift, mister, uh?” Dutch said, not sure what the man’s name is. “Levi Simon. Senior overseer for Alberto Fussar. We run the third most productive sugar plantation in the Northern Caribbean. Of course, where there’s money to be made, there’s trouble.” Levi explains.

“What sort of trouble?” Dutch asked, curiously. “Oh the usual sort. People wanting what ain’t theirs and others telling them to take it.” Levi said. “I don’t get you?” Dutch asked. “Labor troubles. And other thieves and pirates looking to disrupt our ways of working.” said Levi. “How very upsetting for you.” said Dutch.

“Not half as upsetting as it will be for them. Mr Fussar has a lot of very powerful friends.” Levi said. “I will bet that he does.” Dutch said. “Bunch of Haitian pirates won’t frighten him. They’ll be strung up in the streets soon enough.” said Levi. “And do we seem like Haitian pirates to you, Mr Simon?” Dutch asked him. “You seem like someone or other.” Levi said.

“We was headed to Tahiti.” Arthur pipes up. “You was going the scenic route. Just as soon as I know exactly who you are, you’ll be free. Meantime, you’ll not starve.” Levi said then he talks among his men then turns back to Dutch and the boys. “Welcome to Guarma, gentlemen. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He said and Levi leaves, leaving Dutch, Arthur and the others with Levi’s men.

“What now, Aiden?” Arthur asked Dutch, a hint of sarcasm in his voice when he said Dutch’s fake name. “I don’t know. What do you think?” Dutch asked him. “I think we’ve got to get out of here.” Arthur said. “Yeah, but they can’t find out who we are.” Dutch said. “Well, for now, we’re stuck then.” Arthur said as they continued to walk on for a bit.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think I would have preferred Tahiti.” Arthur said to Dutch. “You and me both.” Dutch said then they come up to a group of men that were also getting chained up.

“Who are these people?” Dutch asked. “Who knows?” Arthur said, shrugging. “Well they got them chained and lashed, but they don’t look too dangerous.” Dutch said to Arthur then he turns to in of the guards. “Excuse me, sir. Who are our new friends here?” Dutch asked and the guard responds in Spanish, which Dutch kinda understood.

“What crime did they commit?” He asked the guard responded back in his native tongue. “Insurrection? That’s quite a word.” Dutch said as they chain the new group of men to the boys and they walk on for a few minutes.

But then the guards were shot at and Arthur looks around then hops over to the nearby dead guard, grabs the keys and guns and unlocks himself from the chains and hands the keys to Dutch. 

“For once boys, I don’t think they are shooting at us. Hold them off-” Dutch yells as he and the others get out of their chains while Arthur shot the guards. “Good work Arthur.” Dutch said and he and the boys grab the guns from the dead guards near them and shot the remaining guards.

“Everyone okay?” Dutch asked once the gunfight stopped. “Yeah.” Javier said as they regroup but then see some more guards coming. “Damn, reinforcements.” Dutch grumbles then they hear a voice and they turn and see a man gesturing for them to follow him.

“We need to get out of here.” The man said as more gunfire sounds out. “Now we’re in trouble.” Dutch said. “Come on. Come on. Everyone, follow me. Come, come, come!” The man shouts and Dutch and the boys start to follow the man and his group but then Javier was shot in the leg.

Javier let’s out a yell and falls over and holds his leg. “Javier!” Dutch shouts and he was about to go after Javier but he saw the guards coming closer. “Get out of here. Get out of here, there’s a lot of them.” Javier tells them and Dutch turns to Arthur.

“What do you think?” He asked him. “We’ve got to move, Dutch!” Arthur said and Dutch seemed a bit conflicted bout this but turns towards Javier. “Don’t lose faith, son! We’ll find you!” Dutch shouts at him as he and the others run through the forest. “Go, go!” The leader shouts then they come up to some ruins and the man leads them to some crates and opens it.

“Quickly. I have some guns stashed here. Come.” He said as he opens the crates full of rifles and other guns. Dutch, Arthur and the others grab a gun then take a bit of cover as the guards come running.

“Unload on them, fellas.” Dutch yells as they all start to fire at the men and Arthur turns to the man that helped them out. “Thanks for getting us out of there.” He said. “Don’t thank me yet.” The man said.

“Bill, you’re with me. Let’s get up there. Arthur, you too! Come on!” Dutch orders and they do just as he said. “Push up on them!” Dutch shout as they go and shoot at many guards.

“Nice island you got here.” Dutch said, sarcastically, to the man. “It’s not my island.” The man said as he kills a few men as do Dutch, Arthur, Micah, Bill and the other prisoners. “Damn this, fool!” Bill growls and they fire on until the ones that were still alive run away.

“They’re running away!” Dutch shouts then the man that saved them turns to them. “Come on. Follow me. Quick!” he orders and they follow him as they make their way deeper into the forest.

“What you doing here?” the man asked. “I have no idea. Running from somebody or something, I guess.” Dutch said. “Aren’t we all. Hercule Fontaine.” Hercule introduced. “Dutch van der Linde. These drowned rats are Micah, Bill, and Arthur.” Dutch said as he gestures to himself then to the others.

“Okay. Well, Fussar will be desperate to find you. We must be very careful.” Hercule said. “So, who is this Fussar?” Dutch asked Hercule. “A tyrant driven by nothing but power and greed. Our only purpose is to work ourselves to death, to make him rich.” Hercule’s right hand man replied 

“Leon wants the people to stand up to Fussar, but most are too afraid.” Hercule said as he nods towards his partner. “And you?” Dutch asked Hercule. “I am not from here. I bring things in and off the islands behind Colonel Fussar’s back.” Hercule said and they make come up to what looked like an abandoned compound.

“Let’s, uh…Let’s rest a moment. Down there Aguadulces. Fussar’s compound.The sugar cane these poor men kill themselves farming gets processed in that factory there.” Hercule said. “They’re little more than slaves shipped in from other islands. A group escaped yesterday into the jungle, hoping to find a way back to their homes.” Leon tells them.

“Now Fussar’s men are out hunting them down. That old Fort: Cinco Torres. My men and I use that as a hideout when we are here. Come on. I know somewhere you men can rest.” Hercule said as he leads them to the place.

“Can we trust you?” Dutch asked him. “I don’t see you have any choice. I am the only one who can arrange a boat for you. But, I need something in return. Help Leon with that group of escaped workers, and then come meet me at the fort.” Hercule said and Dutch thinks on this for a moment.

“You help us get back our friend and get out of here, we will do everything we can.” Dutch tells him and Hercule smiles and nods. “Thank you. If your friend is still alive, they will have him at Fussar’s compound. There is a cave hidden below the cliffs. It will lead you right there.” Hercule said. “Thank you.” said Dutch.

“The workers are somewhere in the jungle. Hopefully we can get to them before Fussar does.” Hercule said. “Of course.” Dutch said as Hercule takes them to the little ruined hideout. “Gentlemen, goodbye.” Hercule said and he and Leon leave.

“Well, if this is a tropical paradise, so far it ain’t up to much.” Bill grumbles. “I’ll go scope the entrance to that cave.” Dutch said then he turns to Arthur. “Arthur.” He said and Arthur sighs. “I need to get some rest.” He said as he goes to sit on a cot. “Well you’re right. We all need to relax. What a mess. I am so sorry boys.” Dutch said, apologetically, as he sits on another cot.

“Get some sleep, Dutch.” Bill said to him as Arthur and Dutch start to lay down on the cot and Bill sits down and leans against a wall. “Micah, guard this spot. Bill, do some more scouting. Carefully.” Dutch orders and Micah goes off to stand guard while Arthur tries to rest but his mind wanders.

He was worried how everyone was back home. Did they know what happened? Did they move? Or did they get capture by the Pinkertons? He hated thinking this way and especially for (y/n) and Annebeth.

(y/n)…Annebeth… he thought, sadly. He knows it makes him sound weak but he missed his girls. He had hoped, by now, he’d be back at Shady Belle with all of the money and he, (y/n) and Annebeth would of packed up and move on. But as luck would have it, that doesn’t happen.

Ever since Blackwater, the gang’s luck hasn’t been the same. It seemed everytime things started to look up for them, it ends up being snatched away from them.

Arthur sighs and turns over, his back facing the others, as he closes his eyes and let’s out a sigh. He made a promise to them. He made a promise to his beloved (y/n) that he’ll take them somewhere once the plan is done and settle down together.

To raise their family in a farmhouse together.

To live the rest of their lives together.

He knew he’s not going to back down on his promise. No matter what happens, he’ll find a way back to his family.

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

Banking, the Old American Art

Previous Chapter /First Chapter/Next Chapter

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)

Horsemen, Apocalypses

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The next day, Arthur was coming back from the job that Trelawny had. It involved him, Trelawny, Strauss and Javier as they infiltrated the riverboat and was able to steal some money and a very expensive watch, which Arthur kept for himself since he “won” it in a poker game.

Course the night couldn’t go without problems as eventually they were found out and the men had to jump off the boat and swim to shore. After getting to land, Arthur felt that it was late and he was tired so he got a room at a local hotel and spent the night. Although, he felt odd sleeping alone as now he had gotten used to have (y/n) sleeping by his side.

The sun was just rising when Arthur decided to wake up and head back to camp. As he made his way back, he started to think how the gang was finally getting a bit of money. Just a couple more jobs and we should be free! He thought then he thought about his idea to have the normal life with (y/n) and Annebeth. Maybe with our luck finally turning, I can finally talk to her about our lives. ​​​He thought just as he made it Shady Belle.

He dismounts his horse and noticed Sadie and (y/n) sitting on the front porch, talking amongst each other. “How you doing, Mrs. Adler?” Arthur greets as he walks up to Sadie and (y/n). "How are you? Was just telling (y/n) here how it’s been quite a journey since I…well, since I joined you fellers.“ Sadie said and Arthur nods. "Yes…” he said as he goes and leans against the wall next to the women.

“And now you and Dutch have joined high society? My Lord above.” Sadie chuckles and (y/n) laughs with her as well. “Yeah, it seems so…” said Arthur. “I think my days in polite society are over.” Sadie said. “Well…we just saw Bill Williamson at a party at the…Saint Denis’ mayor’s house.” (y/n) tells her and Sadie laughs. “Yeah…If he can do it, anyone can.” Arthur said and Sadie smiles.

“You get any leads?” she asked Arthur. “Yeah, I think so.” Arthur said and that’s when Dutch comes up. “You know so, Arthur Morgan…come on, we need to talk.” Dutch tells him then he turns to the ladies. “Mrs. Adler, Ms. (L/n), will you excuse us?” He said.

“When you gonna let me come robbing with you, Dutch?” Sadie asked Dutch and he chuckles. “My Lord, few more like her…we could take over the whole world.” he said as he and Arthur go inside the manor. “Few more like her…there wouldn’t be much of a world left.” said Arthur as they head up the stairs then go out on the balcony.

“Yes, perhaps.” Dutch replied then he pulls out a couple of cigars and hands one to Arthur then they light the end of it and puff out a smoke. “Now…the trolley bus station…I went down there…I took a look at it…I think we can hit it.” Dutch tells Arthur. “I ain’t never robbed in a city before.” said Arthur. “Yeah, well you leave the planning to me.” Dutch said and they smoke their cigars for a moment.

“You’ll ride with me?” Dutch asked him. “Always. Is it just you and me?” Arthur asked as he gestures between him and Dutch. “No, we’ll need one more, I reckon.” Dutch replied and Arthur thinks for a moment before he speaks up. “I say Lenny.” he said. “Not Micah?” Dutch said, shocked at Arthur’s answer. “Well that depends if you want a massacre or a pay day.” Arthur points out and Dutch rolls his eyes.

“Now I wish that there was something I could do…to make the two of you get along better.” Dutch said. “Well that’s easy…make him change.” Arthur said and Dutch scoffs out a chuckle. “Very funny.” Dutch said and he looks out and sees something coming up the camp. “What is that?” He asked and Arthur turns around.

They see a horse trotting up to them but the horse had a rider, who had no head. Mary-Beth screams in horror when she realized who the rider was. “It’s Kieran!” she screamed and (y/n) stands up and takes in the site before her.

Kieran’s head was in his hands, which was tied up so it could hold his head, and it looked like his eyes had been gouged out. (Y/n) puts her hands over her mouth as she couldn’t believe something horrible happened to a guy like Kieran,. And she couldn’t think what horrors Kieran went through before he died, he didn’t deserve that.

“What the hell have they done to him?” Arthur asked Dutch as they look on in horror. “Look, there in the tree line.” Dutch said as he points towards the trees. Arthur looks over and sees some hooded figures popping out of hiding and they start to open fire.

“Everybody take cover! O’Driscoll boys are coming!” Dutch shouts and everyone takes cover as the O’Driscoll’s fired and the best gunmen in the gang started to fire back. “Momma!” Annebeth shouts, fearfully, as she runs to her mother. “Annebeth!” (Y/n) screams and she runs over to Annebeth while Arthur looks down from the balcony and felt his heart beating really fast.

He looks over and see one of the O’Driscoll’s was about to shoot at Annebeth or (y/n), Arthur couldn’t tell, but anger over took him and he shoots that O’Driscoll and shoots a few more as (y/n) picks up Annebeth and then goes to find a hiding spot.

Jack also runs to John, who grabs him and takes off to a safe place. “Women and children, inside. Rest of you, hold your ground!” Dutch shouts then he turns to Arthur. “Arthur! Get down there and help them." 

”Damn crap…Colm O’Damn Driscoll!“ Arthur growls as he makes his way downstairs. "What’s happening?” Molly asked, panicked, as she runs over to Hosea. “O’Driscolls. Get upstairs, it’ll be safer up there.” Hosea said and she runs upstairs.

“Hold in here. And stay away from the windows.” Arthur shouts and Hosea turns to Pearson. “You too, Mr. Pearson.” Hosea said and he and Pearson run as Arthur goes to the front door of the manor to the rest of the gang.

“Get inside, fast. Come on, quick! Don’t let anyone back through that door!” Arthur shouts and Tilly, Karen, Mary-Beth, Abigail, Jack, (y/n) and Annebeth run towards the front door. “You alright?” Arthur asked (y/n) as she runs up next to him. “Yeah, we’re fine.” She replied as Annebeth curls up to (y/n)’s chest. “Good, get inside.” He said and (y/n) nods and runs in as Arthur starts to fire at some O’Driscolls, along with Charles, John, Micah, Javier, Bill and Dutch.

“Look! Wagon!” Charles exclaims as a wagon full of O’Driscolls come up. “We’re getting overwhelmed! Fall back to the house!” John shouts as he shoots at a few men before he runs back to the manor. “What in hell?” Arthur mutters to himself as he shoots a couple of men.

“Falling back!” Charles shouts and he runs to the manor. “What in God’s name is going on? We’re overrun.” Arthur said, annoyed, as he gets to the manor. “Just keep shooting!” John shouts as they all make it inside. “Everyone stay calm. We need something in front of that door.” Dutch said and Arthur and Charles go over to a large shelf and push it in front of the door. 

“Good. Now everyone, I got this. John, you take the windows over there. Arthur, you take the windows in the back…go.” Dutch orders and John and Arthur go to their respective spot. 

“Is everyone accounted for?” Arthur asked as he goes to the windows and fires at the oncoming threat. “I think…” John started to say but stops as he shoots at a couple of men. “Hey! I said, Is everyone accounted for?” Arthur asked, angrily. “I don’t know! I think!” John replied and at that moment they hear Sadie screaming from outside.

“That’s Sadie…I gotta go help her. Cover me!” Arthur said and he heads out and kills three O'Driscoll’s then heads to where he hears Sadie screaming. He turns a corner and sees her but she wasn’t alone. “Mrs. Adler!” He shouts as she kills two O'Driscoll’s.

“Why didn’t you get inside?” He asked her once she finished taking those men’s lives. “And miss all this?” she asked with a smirk on her face, Arthur couldn’t believe how much Sadie was enjoying the killing. “Come on, Arthur.” she said and she runs off and started shooting more of the O’Driscoll’s.

“Now, we go back…We need you in the house, Mrs. Adler.” Arthur tells her but she ignores him. “Oh no they don’t!” She responded and he ended up having to help her. “Die, why don’t you?” she spat at the O'Driscoll’s as she was taking them out one by one as was Arthur.

“They need us at the house, Morgan!” Sadie shouts and they run back towards the house where they see Charles and John fighting some O’Driscolls. “Bastards!” Charles growled as Sadie runs past him. “Charles, come on!” she shouts as they kill more of their attackers.

Then Dutch emerges from the mansion with two pistols in his hands. “Follow me.” Dutch orders and they all shoot at the fleeing O’Driscolls. “Run! Run! Cowards!” Dutch shouts at them and everyone emerges from the manor. “We okay?” Hosea asked and Dutch turns to him. “I think so…except for Kieran here.” Dutch said as he points at Kieran’s body, which had fallen on the ground. (Y/n) had walked up to Kieran’s body and gave it a look of pity as she kneels down to him.

“Poor kid. Mr. Swanson…would you take this boy and bury him…someplace near, but…not too near.” Dutch said and (y/n) placed her right hand over her mouth then closed her eyes as she felt sick. “Of course. Charles, help me with the body.” Swanson said and he and Charles goes to pick up Kieran’s body.

“We need to get this place cleaned up. Mr. Pearson! Miss Grimshaw!” Hosea calls out. “Already taking care of it. Come on now, work!” Grimshaw said and everyone begins to clean up. (Y/n) looks down at the ground and removes her hand off of her mouth. Arthur walks up to her and places a hand on her shoulder.

She looks up at him then she lowers her eyes. Arthur gives her a look of sympathy as he knew she did care about the kid. His thumb swipes side to side on her shoulder, comforting, and she places her left hand over his hand and runs her thumb over his knuckles.

“Colm O’Driscoll…” Dutch grumbles. “That man can really hate.” said Arthur as he slowly removes his hand off of (y/n)’s shoulder as he walks up to Dutch. “So can I, Arthur…so can I. We need to get moving. Away from here.” said Dutch as (y/n) slowly stands up and helps with the clean-up.

“So we should start looking for another camp?” Arthur asked him. “You ain’t thinking big enough, Arthur. You ain’t seeing the vastness of our problems…and our opportunities.” Dutch said. “I’m not sure I get you.” Arthur said, confused. “You will, son. You will. Meet me near the trolley station. We got work.” Dutch tells him and he walks away while Arthur turns to John.

“Shall we?” He said and John nods. “Yep.” John said and they start to carry the bodies.

Sometime later, (y/n) couldn’t really handle being around the camp and decided that she needed some fresh air. She told Annebeth to stay in the camp and she would be back as soon as she could. (Y/n) mounted her horse and made her way out of the camp.

Minutes later, she enters Saint Denis and just looks around the city for awhile. She started to feel a bit sick in the stomach but then she realized that she hadn’t eaten anything and stops at the general store. She picks up a couple of food items and purchased them then makes her way out of the store and took a bite out of her apple when she heard a voice call out to her.

“(Y/n)?”

She stops in her tracks once she heard the voice. Even though she hadn’t heard that voice in about four years she still recognized it. She turns to her left and saw a man with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes and wearing a suit. She gasped once she saw him and dropped her apple. “Is that really you?” He asked as (y/n) stares at him. She actually forgot how much Annebeth looked like him.

“Oliver?” She said, shocked, and he gives a small smile. “My Lord…it is you!” He said and (y/n) noticed he looked a bit different, his face looked a bit fuller and there were some gray streaks in his hair.

“W-What are you doing here?” (Y/n) asked him. “Well…I-I live here.” He replied. “Oh…” she said and Oliver stares at her for a moment before he speaks up. “H-How you been?” He asked. “I’m fine.” She replied. “And, um…how’s Annebeth?” Oliver asked and she begins to glare at him.

“Why do you care?” She asked him and his eyes widen a bit then he bites his lips. His eyes lowered to the ground before he looks back at her. “Look…I know the way that I left…” he started to say but she speaks over him.

“You disappeared! Without warning!” She yelled, angrily, and he recoiled back. The anger she had built up towards him was bursting outta her now. “You left me! You left your daughter!” She exclaims, angrily. "I-I-I know a-a-and you deserve an answer.“ Oliver stammers, trying to calm her down. "You’re right on that!” She exclaimed. “I left because..I just felt like I wasn’t ready.” Oliver said. “For what?” (Y/n) asked him. “To be a father and a husband.” Oliver replied and (y/n)’s eyes widen in shock.

“I know that sounds horrible…” Oliver said and (y/n) interrupts him. “Yeah, it does.” She said then she runs a hand over her face before she looks back at him. “If you didn’t want that then why did you ask me to marry you and got me pregnant?” (Y/n) asked him. “I..I thought I was ready. But after Annebeth was born, I just..I didn’t feel worthy to be her father or your husband.” Oliver explained.

(Y/n) looks at him, closely, in his eyes to see if he’s telling the truth about his regretful actions. And she can see the form of regret, sorrow, and sincerity in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me before? Why weren’t you honest with me?” She asked him. “I was a coward. I thought it’d be easier on you but…I can see that I was a fool for thinking that.” He said then he walks up to her and takes her hands in his.

“I’m not asking for forgiveness or to come back in your life. I can tell, in your eyes, that you don’t look at me the same way you used to but…I hope you understand.” He said and (y/n) looks down before she takes a deep breath and looks back into his eyes.

“I understand, Oliver. I forgive you but it doesn’t change what happened.” She said and he nods at this. "I think it’s better if we move on from the past.“ She adds. "I understand.” He said then he lets go of her hands then sighs.

“So, how is Annebeth?” He asked after a moment of silence. “She’s fine. But I ain’t gonna lie, Oliver, she looks so much like you.” (Y/n) said and Oliver smirks a bit. “Poor kid.” He jokes and (y/n) cracks a smile. “And your parents…how are they?” He asked her smile falters as she turns her eyes away. “They…they died.” She said and Oliver gives a concerned look. 

“Oh, (y/n), I’m so sorry. They…they were such good people.” He said and she folds her arms across her chest. “Can…can I ask what happened?” Oliver asked. “I-I-I don’t…”

“Is this feller bothering you?” A familiar voice asked, interrupting (y/n), and (y/n) looks over to see Arthur coming up to them on his horse. “No, it’s fine. I’m handling it, Arthur.” She tells him as she walks up to him and he dismounts from his horse.

“(Y/n), who’s this?” Oliver asked and (y/n) turns to Oliver. “Oh, um…this is Arthur…” she said as she gestures to Arthur. Then she turns her head to Arthur and said. “Arthur…” she gestures to Oliver. “This is Oliver.” She introduced and Arthur has a look of shock appear on his face. 

Once he heard that name, he knew exactly who this man was. “Oh, so this is the bastard that abandoned you and Annebeth?” Arthur asked with a growl, which (y/n) knew that was the voice he’d use when he’s about to threaten someone.

“You don’t know me, mister!” Oliver said, offended, as he stands up a bit straighter even though Arthur is a bigger man, muscle and height wise. “I know you’re the worthless asshole that left behind a sweet little girl behind!” Arthur yells as he starts to walk towards Oliver but (y/n) stands in front of Arthur and places her hands on his chest.

“Arthur, stop, please.” She pleads and he stops in his tracks but still glares at Oliver. “Arthur, look at me.” She said, softly, and he slowly turns his head to look down at her and he felt his anger start to die down as he looks into her (e/c) eyes. “It’s okay, Arthur. I appreciate it but I’ve got this.” She said to him, calmly, as she places her hands on his shoulders then runs her hands up and down his arms, almost like she was calming him down.

Oliver watches this and that’s when he realized that (y/n) and this man were involved. The way she was talking to him and the way Arthur was looking at her and how she was calming him down, like someone taming a beast, there was no denying that they loved and cared for each other.

(Y/n) cups Arthur’s face in her hands and they share a look before Arthur lets out a sigh then nods. (Y/n) smiles then removes her hands off of his face and turns to Oliver.

“I’m sorry about that.” She said and Oliver shakes his head a bit. “No need, I understand why he reacted that way. To be honest, I would be upset as well if I were in his shoes.” he replied as he nods at Arthur, who continues to glare at him.

Oliver walks up to (y/n) then looks between her and Arthur. “Does he make you happy?” He asked, genuinely curious, and it catches her off guard. But she sees that it wasn’t out of spite more like understanding where this is going. “Yes, he does. Not only that, but he loves Annabeth as well and makes sure she’s happy.” she replied and Oliver nods.

“I am glad. She should be happy to have a father to look up to. And I’m sorry for leaving that role out of cowardice, and for leaving you to raise her without a father.” Oliver said and (y/n) walks up to him. “Oliver, I understand that you mean well, and I thank you for realizing your mistake. You may be Annabeth’s father, but I no longer feel the love I once held for you. The truth is, I’ve already moved on. Arthur has been giving me the love and support I needed with raising that little girl. If it weren’t for him, I don’t know if Annebeth and I would’ve made it.” She said and Oliver gives her an understanding nod.

“Then I wish you nothing but the best.” He said and (y/n) felt some tears building up in her eyes. She turns away and starts to walk away from Oliver then she walks past Arthur. He starts to go over to her but Oliver calls out to him.

“Mr Arthur.” Oliver said and Arthur turns to him. “Please, watch over them for me. And take care of them whereas I couldn’t.” He said and Arthur eyes him. “Funny, I feel quite the opposite as they are the ones taking care of me.” Arthur replied and he turns away from Oliver and walks over to (y/n).

Oliver watches this for a moment then he walks away. He’s glad that they’re happy with him and in time, they’ll come along as friends. But for now, it’s not the right time to come to their lives. Maybe (y/n) is right, it is time to move on from the past.

“(Y/n)?” Arthur asked and he could see that she was shaking slightly. She takes a deep breath then turns her head to Arthur and gives him a weak smile. “You okay?” He asked her, softly. “Yeah…just…alot of thoughts going through my head.” She said. “It’s just…seeing him again brought alot of memories and…” she takes a few deep breathes as she tries to contain her emotions.

Arthur gives her a pity look then an idea popped in his head. He walks up behind her, places his hands on her shoulder then runs his hands up and down her arms. “Well…what if I told you, I know how to take your mind off of all this.” Arthur said and (y/n) turns to him.

“Really?” She asked and he nods. “There’s this art show that’s not far from here, I think you might like it.” He said and she gives him a look. “Don’t you have a job to do with Dutch?” She asked him and he waves his hand, vaguely. “Dutch can wait. You’re important right now.” said Arthur and (y/n) gives him a weak smile. “Well…alright.” She said and he takes her hand and they walk to the place.

“How did you come about on finding this art gallery?” (Y/n) asked him. “I actually met this French artist, Charles Châtenay, at a bar and he invited me to this after I helped him out a couple times. He said they were showing some of his work.” Arthur replied as they walk up to the gallery. 

They head upstairs and see the doorman. “Enjoy the show…if that’s possible.” The doorman said to them. “Uh, thank you.” Arthur said as the two enter the room and hear a couple arguing. “I just don’t like how much time you’re spending with that man is all.” The gentleman said, in a rushed tone, to his woman. "Just wait until you see his work! It’s very progressive.“ The lady tells him, with a smile on her face. "Well, I’m not so sure how I feel about progression. Paints or otherwise!” The man argued as Arthur and (y/n) walk pass them.

They head into another room to see sculptures and paintings of the normal kind that (y/n) had heard of and seen when she was younger. But it was the third room that caught (y/n) a bit off guard. The paintings were all of people, men and women, in the nude and it kinda made (y/n) blush a bit as she looked around.

“Oh my…” she mutters and Arthur looks across the room and see Charles, a short man with black hair and a goatee, just giving everyone a passive aggressive look. “There he is.” Arthur pointed him out to (y/n). She nods and they walk over to him and he acknowledges them. 

“Look at these idiots…” he grumbles as he takes a puff from his cigarette. Then he looks (y/n) over. “And who is this?” He asked, a bit of intrigue in his voice. “This is (y/n)…she’s…” Arthur said and Charles eyes (y/n). “Oh…is this the woman you told me about?” Charles asked Arthur and (y/n) looks over at Arthur.

“You’ve told him about me?” She asked, but a small tug of a smile started to appear on her face. “Well, I just mentioned how much you liked to draw…” Arthur said before Charles speaks over him. “So you consider yourself an artist too, no?” Charles asked (y/n). “I wouldn’t really consider myself one, more so an amateur.” (Y/n) said, shrugging, and Charles smiles.

“Well, then, tell me….what do you think of these paintings?” Charles asked as he gestures to the paintings surrounding him. (Y/n) looks around at the nude paintings and shrugs slightly. “Well…I ain’t gonna lie…It’s…different.” she replied and Charles chuckles until an older woman waddles up to him.

“Excuse me, Mr Châtenay…couldn’t you have painted some drawers on her?” The lady asked as she points at one of the paintings. “Madam, I painted her in her natural state…as she was and will be in paradise.” Charles said as he walks ahead a few steps and the woman follows him. 

“There’s nothing natural about that.” The woman said, in slight disgust, and Arthur and (y/n) share a look before they smirk. “Clothes are civilization, repression, death. To be naked is to be free, innocent, alive! Like Budda said, you know, we are all just here to fuck!” Charles said and the woman gasps while (y/n) covers her mouth, from shock but also to hold back a laugh. “Well, that explains the decedent’s of this hottentots.” The woman grumbles.

“Hey! You got a picture of my wife on here! In her…delicates!” One man exclaims and everyone gasps in shock and horror. “Henry…is that your behind?! Why would you be showing it to that man?!” One woman asked her husband as she points at another painting then a younger man points to a painting.

“That’s my mama…as nude as the day she was born!” The man said and everyone gasps. “Stop looking at my husband’s buttocks!” Henry’s wife said as she stands in front of the painting. “Stop looking at my mama!” The young man said and Arthur smiles and chuckles a bit while (y/n) was having a hard time to contain her laughter.

“Well maybe she shouldn’t have exposed herself like that! Henry’s wife spat at him. "This is disgusting!” Another man spat. “The nerve on you!” Another male voice shouts. “That does it!” The young man shouts and he punches the nearest man and they start to fight. A few people started to leave in disgust.

“You filthy little man!” The old woman, who first talked to Charles, growls and she starts to hit Charles with her purse, knocking him down. This actually caused Arthur and (y/n) to laugh out loud while Charles gets up and runs off. “I’ll get you, Frenchie!” One of the men shouts and he starts to charge after Charles but Arthur steps up and the two men began to fight until the man went down. Then the other men started to come up to Arthur to fight but Arthur was able to handle them.

“Over here! Let’s go!” Charles shouts from the other room and (y/n) and Arthur run over to him. “This show is well and truly over, let’s get out of here! C'mon, I know a place where I can disappear for a few days.” Charles said and they leave the gallery and head out of the building.

“I think we are okay. The exhibition, what can you say, it was not boring!” Charles said before he laughs. “That it was not…” Arthur said, chuckling a bit. “I’d go to more exhibition if they were that entertaining.” (Y/n) said as they cross the street.

“Art should test people, push them. I thought I was a fraud, a no-talent brush washer. Now I’m not sure. We provoke emotions, no?” Charles said. “You keep provoking emotions like that and all your canvases will have punch holes through ‘em.” Arthur said. “I told you I was a whole ass!” Charles laughs. “You did and you are. Now maybe go be an asshole somewhere else for awhile.” Arthur tells him as they go through an alleyway then walk through the backalley of the buildings.

“Ah, here we are! I know a lady over here, she may let me stay for awhile.” Charles said as they come up to a building. “Good luck!” Arthur tells him. “That picture I gave you, it’ll be worth something some day! I can feel it!” Charles said and (y/n) gives a confused look towards Arthur. “Prehaps…right now seems like the only thing it'd get me is a kick in the balls.” Arthur said and Charles chuckles as they come up to a large green door.

“You are funny. I hope to see you again sometime.” Charles said then he turns to (y/n). “And I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk much, but I hope you enjoyed the show!” Charles said and (y/n) shrugs. “It was…interesting to say the least.” She said and Charles smiles. “Oh yes…it was.” He said then he turns to the door and knocks at it.

“My angel, my little bird, it’s me!” He said and he opens the door and lets out this weird excited sounding laugh and makes his way inside and shuts the door.

“That’s some friend you made there.” (Y/n) said. “Yeah, he’s quite the character.” Arthur said and (y/n) chuckles as they walk away. “I know it didn’t turn out exactly perfect but…did that help a bit?” He asked her and she gives a small smile. “Yeah…it was a nice distraction. But seeing Oliver after all this time…it just…got me thinking…” she said. “What is it?” Arthur asked as they walk out of the alleyway and stop at the sidewalk.

“My life wasn’t supposed to…” (y/n) stops then let’s out a sigh. “When I was younger, I thought I had my life planned out. I was gonna be married to a nice man and then have children and live happily ever after.” She said and Arthur stands next to her. “And for a moment, it seemed to be going that way. When I met Oliver and he proposed to me, I felt so lucky and happy. Then I got pregnant and I thought my life was complete and I couldn’t wait for the start of the rest of my life.” She said then her smile falters to a frown.

“But the day Oliver walked out on me and Annebeth, I felt…scared. I was scared that I did something wrong and I felt shame as I moved back with my parents. And when they were killed, I felt like the world was turning against me and it was a cruel world I was in.” She stops a moment then takes a deep breath and lets it out.

“But then you, Dutch and Hosea came in and once I started to get to know you, the world started to make sense again." She said then she looks into Arthur’s eyes. "And you introduced me to the gang and it felt like home again. Like I was part of the family. But lately…”

Then Arthur notices that she has this look like she wants to say something but was afraid to. “What is it?” He asked her and she lets out a sigh again. “Arthur…be honest…was there ever a time, you wanted to leave the gang?” She asked him. There was a pause for a moment before Arthur replies. “Why you asking this?" 

"It’s just…ever since Blackwater, everything seems to go down hill. Jenny, the Mac, Davey, Sean, and…Kieran..all dead and then the kids were taken…I’ve started thinking that being with the gang isn’t as safe as it used to be. And…I don’t know.” (Y/n) said and she lowers her head and looks down, almost like in defeat. Arthur frowns then places his pointer finger and thumb on her chin and bring her head up to face him.

“Twice. One of those times was when I was with Mary…” Arthur replied and (y/n) gulps slightly at this. “And the second time?” She asked. “Just recently.” He replied and she gasps at this. "But we need money. So I’m thinking once we do these next few jobs and everything goes well…you, me and Annebeth, we can go and disappear.“ Arthur said and (y/n) widen her eyes.

"Arthur, you serious?” She asked, in a soft whisper, and Arthur nods. “I’m serious.” He replied and he places his hand on her cheek. “Just hang on for now and when we get the money and everyone is taken care of, we’ll leave.” He said and (y/n) gives a small smile and nods. “Okay, Arthur. I trust you.” She said and he leans in to give her a kiss. Once the kiss was done, Arthur leans his forehead against hers and just enjoy this small moment before he speaks.

“Okay…now, I need you to get back to camp. Dutch, Lenny and I are gonna rob this trolley station and I don’t want you near here and get hurt.” Arthur whispers to her and she nods. “Be careful.” She said and he nods and they pull away and (y/n) heads to the general store while Arthur watches after her for a moment before he heads to the trolley station.

But the job didn’t go how they planned. Once the three men made their way into the station, Arthur goes to look through the safe but found there wasn’t much money in there like Bronte said. At the same time, they were greeted by pretty much every lawmen in Saint Denis. Dutch, Arthur and Lenny make their getaway, despite several setbacks, on a horse drawn carriage.

They, of course, had some blood on their hands as they shot and killed every lawmen the could. Finally, they make their way out of Saint Denis and Lenny, who was driving, pulled the carriage to a stop some miles outside of the city.

“Well, we made it…thanks to you.” Dutch said to Lenny after they take a breath. “Don’t mention it.” Lenny said, appreciatively. “Yeah.” Arthur mutters as he counts the money. “You’re a good kid.” Dutch praises Lenny.

“And we each got…fifteen dollars.” Arthur said as he hands Dutch the bills. “Oh, and a quarter…don’t forget the quarter.” Arthur said, with sarcasm, as he hands the quarter to Dutch. “Shut up, Arthur.” Dutch growls as he takes the quarter a d Arthur takes a few steps away.

“He set us up. Played me like a yokel. Put the law on us. What did we do to him? What did I do to him?” Dutch asked, confused, as he jumps off of the carriage and Arthur thinks this over before he turns to Dutch. “I guess he thinks he’s the king round here. He don’t want the likes of you.” he said then he walks up to Dutch.

“So…what’re we doing next, Dutch?” Arthur asked him. “We just need money…one more decent take and we’re gone. The bank is our bet. Hosea agrees.” Dutch said as he gets back on the carriage.

“Even after that?” Arthur asked, disbelieving. “Especially after that. I don’t feel so good.” Dutch said as he runs his hand on the back of his head. “Ah, you just got a bash on the head.” Arthur said, referring to the trolley crash that happened during their escape.

“Come on, I’m taking you back to camp.” Lenny said then Arthur points at Lenny. “Hey, you did real good there, Lenny…just wish it could have turned out better.” he said and Lenny nods. “Well, can’t win ’em all.” he said and the men head back to the camp.

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

Angelo Bronte, A Man Of Honor

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About an hour or two later, after wandering the city for a bit, Arthur comes up to the park and sees Dutch, John and (y/n) with him. It looked like Dutch was talking to John and (y/n) before he turns to see Arthur.

“There you are.” He said as Arthur stops in front of him. “You ready?” Arthur asked them. “Of course.” Dutch said as John and (y/n) nod and they start to walk and head towards the large house that was across from them.

“What else do you know about this guy?” Dutch asked Arthur. “Not much, just that he’s some slick, little, greasy-haired European who’s clearly got power and money. Now, listen, if we go in there and start shooting up the place, the kids gonna get shot. That I guarantee. Feller like this is gonna have a lot of protection.” Arthur said and (y/n) bites her lips at this.

“Ain’t no one gonna get shot, Arthur, so everyone just relax. We’ll charm him. Trust me.” Dutch assures and they walk up to the large gated manor with a guard standing behind the closed gate. “This the place?” Dutch asked Arthur. “Must be.” Arthur replied then Dutch turned to John and (y/n).

“You okay, John? (Y/n)?” Dutch asked them. “I guess…” John replied with a shrug. “I’m not really sure…” (y/n) said, flatly, and Arthur places a hand on her shoulder and she looks over at him and gives him an appreciated smile just as they come up to the gate and Dutch approaches the guard.

“Excuse me, sir. We have an appointment to see Mr. Bronte.” he said. “Who are you?” the guard asked as he comes to the gate. Right when he gets close, Dutch slams him against the gate and puts a gun to his head. “You get your boss down here and now, so we can talk about this like gentlemen. Run along now, boy.” Dutch threatens and lets the guard go. The guard runs off towards the manor and gets inside while John turns to Dutch.

“Was that the special Dutch charm I heard so much about?” He asked, sarcastically. “Relax…I got this.” Dutch assures as the guard comes back, with a few more guards, and opens the gate. The four outlaws raise their hands as the guards hold them at gunpoint and guides them into the courtyard. “Don’t worry, boys, we come in peace. We just need straighten a couple of things out with your boss.” Dutch tells them as they head into the building.

“Inside.” the guard said, in Italian, and the three men and one woman walk into a room full of thugs dressed up in suits. In the center of the room sits Angelo Bronte himself in a chair, dressed in a red robe and reading a newspaper.

He looks up and noticed the newcomers. “Who are these clowns?” he asked his guard, in Italian. “They’ve come about the children we took.” the guard replied back, in Italian. “With money?” Bronte asked but then Dutch speaks up.

“Why did you take the kids?” he asked and Bronte seemed taken aback by this. “Excuse me?” Bronte asked, now in English. “I said…why did you take his son?” Dutch asked as he points at John then he points at (y/n). “And her daughter. We ain’t got no problems with you, sir…nor you with us…but if you wanna start one…there is gonna be a lot of folks dead in this room before it’s done.” Dutch said and Bronte glares up at Dutch.

“So, you walk into my city…stinking of shit and looking like this…and you come into my house, before you have a bath…and you tell me how to act? You ask me to show compassion? Have I not shown you almost infinite compassion already…by simply allowing you to breathe in my presence?” Bronte asked, offended and angry. “Indeed you have. Now…we are simple country folk. All we have is each other…and you have gone, and you have taken the children…over some dispute with some inbred ex-slavers. It ain’t got nothing to do with anyone of us.” Dutch said as some of Bronte’s guards start to go for their weapons.

“You had nothing to do with destroying the liquor business?” Bronte asked, screaming. “We was innocent bystanders…and that which we weren’t innocent of, well we…we most surely were ignorant of.” Dutch said, trying to defuse the tension. John, Arthur and (y/n) place their hands over their guns, getting ready for a shootout as it seemed like it’s going that way.

“You, you, you twist words…you lie shamelessly…you think you are better than everyone else…” Bronte growls and the tension in the air was pretty thick and the fear of a gunfight was lingering over their heads. Arthur goes to stand real close to (y/n), almost acting like her shield, until Bronte starts to laugh.

“I love you.” Bronte laughs, in Italian, then he turns to his men. “Give these men and lady drinks.” He said, in Italian, and everyone relaxes and takes their hands off of their guns as Bronte stands up and shakes Dutch’s hand.

“Angelo Bronte.” He greets with a laugh. “Dutch van der Linde…” Dutch said then he gestures to Arthur. “Arthur Morgan…” he introduced and Bronte shakes Arthur’s hand. “Arthur, the pleasure is mine…” Bronte said then John walks up. “John Marston.” Dutch introduced as Bronte shakes John’s hand. “(Y/n) (l/n).” Dutch introduced as (y/n) comes up and shakes Bronte’s hand.

“…all mine, please.” Bronte said as he shakes her hand but then brings her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. (Y/n) felt an unpleasant chill run up her spine at this but hid it as best as she could while Bronte gestures to the couch for them to sit down.

“So, can my friends have their kids back?” Dutch asked as they sit down on the couch, Dutch sitting at the end, Arthur next to him and (y/n) was sitting between Arthur and John. “Of course, of course. But…should I be out of pocket over a misunderstanding? Of course I know you would not want that…” Bronte said and Dutch shakes his head. “No.” he replied.

“No, no, no, so, how about this? You perform a simple job for me…and you get your son and daughter back.” Bronte said and Arthur sighs. “What is it?” Arthur asked. “A couple of people have taken to grave robbing in the cemetery.” Bronte informs. “That is a fine place for it, the best.” Dutch jokes and Bronte laughs.

“I love this guy, I love you.” Bronte said, laughing. “See they’ve taken, not only to desecrating the dead…but they’ve done so without paying a tribute to the living. Thing is, they see my men, of course, they run a mile. So maybe you three head off…and you, Mr. Van der Linde…Why, you tell me more about my manners.” Bronte laughs as Arthur, John and (y/n) stand up and head out.

“Salute.” Bronte cheers as he raises a glass. “Salute.” Dutch said as he takes a glass and raises it too.

Outside, John, Arthur and (y/n) head over to their horses when John speaks up. “Grave robbers? You think he’s taking us for a fool?” he asked. “No idea. What choice do we have?” Arthur said. “None, I guess.” John said and they mount up their horses.

“This is idiotic…” (y/n) grumbles. “Either of you know where the cemetery is?” Arthur asked them. “I think so, pretty sure we rode by it earlier. It’s real impressive.” John said and he takes the lead and head off.

“You know, you two did good, holding your tongue in there.” Arthur praised them. “Do you trust one word that comes out of that bastard’s mouth? We don’t even know where Jack and Annebeth are.” (y/n) said, a bit of annoyance laced her tone of voice. “Listen, we found Bronte, we got in there…Dutch is with him now. All things considered, it could’ve gone a lot worse.” Arthur said and (y/n) sighs. “I guess.” She mutters as they take a right turn then trot down the street.

“That poor kid. I ain’t been a good father to him. I hope…he’s okay.” John said, his voice full of regret. “He’ll be fine. And so will Annebeth. I figure…the Braithwaites were going to hold Jack and Annebeth ransom, for all the money we cost ’em. They must have sent them here so we couldn’t get to them. But…Bronte knows by now there’s no Braithwaites left to pay him. Jack and Annebeth ain’t much use to him anymore. Let’s just get this done…and let Dutch handle the rest.” Arthur said. “I just hope you’re right.” John said. “Yeah, me too.” (Y/n) said as they turn left and see the cemetery.

“This way.” John said then they hitch their horses, dismount and walk up to the cemetery. “C’mon boys, let’s find them and get the hell outta here.” (y/n) said and they enter the cemetery, which already had an ominous look about it. The deep yellow-orange glow from the lanterns, the thick fog licking at their feet and the sounds of crows and owls echoed the night air while thousands of tombstones were scattered out as far as the eye could see.

The trio look around the area when they come to what had to be the center of the cemetery and Arthur stops as he comes up to a large tomb. “I hear something in there.” he whispers to them and they go up to either side of the tomb, John on one side and Arthur and (y/n) on the other. The three of them pull out their guns then, quickly, they go to the door and kick it open.

“You boys found my pappy’s watch yet?” John yells but then they noticed no one was inside. Confused, they look around until their hear gunshots behind them. “Get down!” (Y/n) shouts and they duck behind some tombs. “How many you see?” Arthur asked and John tries to look over but quickly ducks back in cover. “Three, Four? Hard to tell.” John said and the three of them do their best to fire back at the robbers.

“Can’t see worth a damn!” John shouts as he shoots a couple of guys, killing them. “We sure picked the right night for it. Reckon this is gonna wake a few people up.” (Y/n) said as she shoots a man three times. “No doubt.” Arthur said as he kills a couple more men.

The shootout continued for a few more minutes until it stopped. “I think that’s all of ’em. Alright, now let’s find their stash. Gotta be round here someplace.” John said as they get out from their cover. “Okay, but we’ll need to be quick.” Arthur informs them as they start to look around. “We can’t go back to Bronte empty-handed. Let’s have a look where they first shot at us from.” (y/n) said and they start to head to that area while Arthur scoffs.

“Robbing graverobbers…we’ve hit the big time.” he said with sarcasm and they head to the area they first got shot at and looked around until Arthur noticed something in on of the tombs. “I think there might be something in here.” He said and he opens the little gate and picks up this pouch full of coins. “Got it.” He said and John and (y/n) come up to him. “Good, now let’s get out of here.” (y/n) said, relieved, until they hear the sounds of whistles.

“Shit, it’s the law. Let’s go, maybe we can get out that gate.” John said and they run towards the gate but he couldn’t open it. “It’s locked, we’ll have to go back the way we came.” John said. “Dammit.” (Y/n) grumbles as they start to run. “Come on. We best stick to the side.” John tells them and they run and duck down behind some tombs as they see some lawmen gathering around.

“This place is like a maze.” One Lawman said. “They have to be here somewhere. You try the left and I’ll go straight ahead.” the second Lawman said and they see them splitting up and the trio do their best to sneak out of the cemetery. 

Once they were out, they run to their horses, mount up and rode out towards Bronte’s place. “Well, it’s lucky I ain’t a religious man.” Arthur jokes. “Let’s just get back there, collect our side of the deal.” John said, dismissively. “You alright?” Arthur asked. “He best not be playing games with us.” said John. “He almost certainly is, but let’s just see. Keep your head, act normal.” Arthur tells him.

“How’s he even gonna know we did what he asked?” (Y/n) asked, curiously. “I got a feeling most things round here get back to him pretty fast. Like I said, we’ll just see where we’re at once we’ve got the kids.” Arthur said just as they make it to Bronte’s house.

They get off of their horses and walked towards the gate to see Dutch sitting on the front steps of the house. “Well…you took your time.” he said just as two kids run out of the house, both of them wearing fancy clothes and a pretty blue bow in the girl’s curly blonde hair.

“Jack!” John calls out, relieved, as Jack runs to his father. “Pa!” Jack exclaimed as they embrace. “Momma!” Annebeth said and (y/n)’s eyes teared up as she kneels down and holds her arms out. Annebeth runs into her arms and (y/n) wraps her arms around her little girl. “Annebeth! Oh, my baby.” (Y/n) cried as she holds her daughter to her.

“Am I glad to see you.” John said to Jack as he continues to hug him and Arthur comes to (y/n) as she stands up, still holding her daughter close to her chest. “Hey, Annebeth.” Arthur said to her as he pats the top of her head. “Hey, Arthur!” She said and Arthur turns to Dutch, who stands up.

“Where’s your host?” He asked Dutch. “Like I said, you took your time. Let’s get going. But a fine man.” Dutch said then he turns to the guard as Arthur tosses the bag they found in the tomb. "Hey, friend. Thank Mr. Bronte…for everything.“ Dutch said and they all head over to their horses.

”You know, Arthur…Mr. Bronte has invited us to a garden party at the mayor’s house. And us, just simple country boys.“ Dutch said then they mount up the horses. "Let’s go.” He said and they head off. “We have a new camp set up, kids, you’re going to love it. Alright, let’s get this boy back to his mother.” Dutch said.

“You sure you’re okay, son?” John asked Jack and (y/n) looks down at Annebeth. “How about you, Anne?” She asked. “I’m fine, Momma…” Annebeth replied. “Me too…Papa Bronte said you’d come for us.” Jack said.

“I’m…I’m sorry.” John said to Jack. “What for?” Jack asked him. “For…that…for taking so long…” John said. “I am also sorry, Annebeth.” (Y/n) said. “We had a fun time. We had our own rooms with a big bed and a toy box. And lots of books.” Annebeth said, excitedly.

“Did they…do anything to either of you?” (Y/n) asked. “Have you ever had spaghetti?” Jack asked them and (y/n) shakes her head as John said. “What? What’s that?”

“It’s food…It looks like worms, but it’s delicious.” Annebeth replied. “Is that right?” John said. “Papa Bronte teached us lots of Italian words.” Jack said, proudly. “Don’t call him that, please…” John said to him. “And you shouldn’t call him that either, missy.” (Y/n) tells Annebeth, firmly.

“You know cavallo? That means horse…and pantofola, that’s a slipper.” Annebeth said. “A slipper?” both John and (y/n) said. “They gave us two pairs each, one for day and one for night.” Jack said. “Well, er, I’m just glad you’re alright.” John said. “Oh yes. We had the best time, but I can’t wait to see momma. Did she miss me?” Jack asked. “She sure did. Like you wouldn’t know.” John said and Annebeth looks up at (y/n).

“Did you miss me too, Momma?” She asked. “Of course I did, sweetheart.” (Y/n) said and she kisses the top of her head. “She missed you so much she didn’t know what to do.” Arthur teased and Annebeth giggles. “Did you miss me, Arthur?” She asked him. “I sure did.” Arthur said and Annebeth smiles.

Arthur then looks towards Dutch. “You had a nice night, then?” he asked. “Most enjoyable…well the man’s an intolerable blowhard, but he stocks a fine bar. How did you fellers get on? Any problems?” Dutch asked him. “A whole heap of them. We about doubled the population of that graveyard.” Arthur replied. “You know, I thought I heard gunshots but the gramophone was playing.” Dutch said.

“Unbelievable.” Arthur sighs. “Each to their strengths, Arthur. I went in there with a gun and left with a party invitation.” said Dutch. “So what’d you say this was…a garden party?” Arthur asked him. “A big gala at the mayor’s house. I’m told every rich fool in Lemoyne will be there.” Dutch informs.

“And Bronte?” Arthur asked. “Oh he’ll be there too…seems to more or less run this city, at least that’s the way he sees it. Could open up some opportunities for us. It’s been a chaotic few days, but we can finally move forward now.” Dutch said and they make it back to Shady Belle.

“Hey, they’re back! I think I see Jack and Annebeth!” Bill shouts as they come up to the manor. “Abigail! Abigail! We got you your son, everything…” Dutch shouts just as John shouts. “We got him!”

“Momma!” Jack exclaims.

“He’s fine!” John assured as Abigail starts running towards them. “I’m fine, Momma…they fed me good. Italian food. You ever eat that?” Jack asked as he, John and Dutch dismount. “Come here, you silly boy.” Abigail cried as she runs to her son and hugs. “You got him. You got my son back.” She said, happily.

“We got Annebeth back too!” (Y/n) shouts as her, Arthur and Annebeth dismounts. “Dutch, Arthur, thank you…thank you.” Abigail said, appreciatively, while John looks down in shame. Then Abigail turns to the others as they come running. "I got my son back!“ Abigail said as Hosea comes up.

"Jack, Annebeth…How are you?” Hosea asked them. “I’m fine, thanks.” Jack said. “Yeah, me too!” Annebeth said. “Everything’s okay now.” Hosea said then the kids look up at their mothers. “Can we go play now?” Jack asked until they were swarmed around from the other members as they come to see of the kids were alright.

Hosea then walks up to Dutch, Arthur and John as Abigail, (y/n) and the kids get welcomed. “So?” Hosea asked. “Well…we met Mr. Bronte. He is…quite a character.” Dutch said. “Is he now?” asked Hosea, curiously. “You ever meet an Italian strong man before?” Dutch asked him. “Not outside of a circus.” Hose replied 

“Well, let me tell you all about him.” Dutch said then he turns to the two men. "John, you go be with your family. Arthur… thank you. Boys, we got some work to do…interesting work. But first let’s have a drink.“ He said then he laughs. "We got the kids back!” Dutch exclaims as Arthur pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. “Well, the kid’s are safe, thank goodness.” Hosea said as he and Dutch walk away, leaving Arthur and John alone.

“Thank you, Arthur, I…I don’t know how to say it…thank you.” John said to him, appreciatively. “I understand. Come on…do as Dutch says. Go be with your family." ​​Arthur tells him. "And you should too.” John said as nods towards (y/n) and Annebeth. Arthur looks over at them and the corner of his lips twitched up as he watches the gang come up to Annebeth and pat the top of her head and go on about how happy they were to see her.

“I’ll see ya around, Arthur.” John said as he walks away. Arthur finishes up his cigarette as everyone heads to the campfire. “Come on! Are we celebrating here, or what?” Karen asked and Javier grabs his guitar and sits down as everyone sits in either chairs or logs.

“Hey, hey…how about a song, huh?” Uncle asked and Javier begins to play as Arthur comes up to them. (Y/n) turns and smiles and pats the empty seat by her. “Come on, Arthur.” She said and Arthur smiles and takes the seat next to her as Javier begins to sing.

De la Sierra Morena,

Cielito lindo, vienen bajando,

Un par de ojitos negros,

Cielito lindo, de contrabando

Then he strums a few notes fast and then everyone sings. “Ay, ay, ay, ay, Canta y no llores.” Javier smiles as he continues to sing the song.

Porque cantando se alegran,

Cielito lindo, los corazones.

Ese lunar que tienes,

Cielito lindo, junto a la boca,

No se lo des a nadie,

Cielito lindo, que a mí me toca.

As everyone sang along, (y/n) turns to Arthur. “I-I just wanna say…thank you, Arthur. For helping getting Annebeth back.” (Y/n) said, softly but loud enough for him to hear over the guitar and singing. “No need to thank me, darlin. That little girl is home now, that’s all that matters. Honestly, I wouldn’t have forgive myself if anything happened to her.” Arthur said and (y/n) felt her heart swell at this and she gives him a small smile.

Ay, ay, ay, ay, Canta y no llores

Porque cantando se alegran,

Cielito lindo, los corazones.

“That means alot to me, Arthur.” She said and the two share a look before they lean in towards each other and share a loving kiss as Javier finished the song by holding a note and everyone cheered and applauded as the song finished. They break the kiss while Annebeth clapped for Javier then she looks up at her mom.

She sees the loving look Arthur and (y/n) were giving each other and smiles at them just as Grimshaw said. “Welcome home, kids!” Annebeth looks over at her and smiles at Grimshaw while Jack jumps off of his mother’s lap.

“Can I go play now?” He asked Abigail and Annebeth looks up at (y/n). “Can I go play too?” She asked her. (Y/n) stares at her for a few moments then sighs a bit at this. “Okay, but don’t go to far.” She said and Annebeth smiles then jumps off of her lap. "Be sure there’s a good distance that we can see you.“ Arthur calls out. "Okay!” Annebeth shouts and they hear Cain barking at her and she runs over to the dog and hugs him as Jack comes up next to her.

The two adults watch them and smile just as most of the gang dispersed, going to get a beer or go to bed, while Javier strums along his guitar. Uncle, Karen and Grimshaw stayed near the campfire as does Arthur and (y/n) when Uncle started to sing a song.

Sitting around on Riley’s beard

Joy telling tales of murder and slaughter

Suddenly a thought come into my head

“I’d like to fuck ole’ Riley’s daughter”

Grimshaw and Karen start to cackle and then joined in the singing.

Tiddily I aye, tiddily I aye

Tiddily I aye for the one eyed Riley

Tiddily I aye

Shit, piss and corruption

Blow it out your barracks bag

As they continue to sing, (y/n) lays her head against Arthur’s shoulder with her hand on his chest as Arthur wraps his arm around her waist. (y/n) looks up at him and spoke. “Thank you again.”

“For what?”

“For bringing our little girl home like you promised. I don’t know what I’d do without Annebeth.” (Y/n) said and Arthur smiles. "I wouldn’t have forgive myself if anything happened to her. That little girl could light up everyone’s mood with that smile on her face. She’s a good kid. She’s lucky to have you as her mother, you’ve raised her good.“ He said.

"Well, she’s lucky to have you as her father.” (Y/n) said and Arthur raises an eyebrow at this. "Even if she’s not my flesh and blood?“ He asked and (y/n) nods. "Blood or not, you are her father no matter what. You helped us in many ways you can, and she still looks up to you. You’ve proved that when you helped me rescue her, those actions show that you care for her.” (Y/n) said.

Arthur smiles then says. “Well, how bout I get us a couple of beers…to celebrate.” (Y/n) agrees and Arthur leaves and at that moment Kieran comes up to her. “Miss (l/n)…” he said, nervously, and she turns to him. “Hey, Kieran.” She greets and she could see that he was fidgeting a bit. “Is something the matter?” she asked, worried.

“I-I just wanted to say…I’m sorry…I feel…responsible for Annebeth and Jack’s kidnapping.” He says and (y/n) tilts her head at this. “Kieran, it’s okay…” she started to say but he continues. "I-I didn’t know they would do that! I-I saw them Braithwaites and I-I thought they were there for Dutch….I just…wish I wasn’t so foolish.“ Kieran said and (y/n) places a hand on his shoulder as she stands up.

"Look, you couldn’t have known…I don’t blame you. The kids are home now safe and sound. That’s all that matters.” She said and he gives her a small smile. “You’re-You’re too kind, Miss (l/n).” He says then he walks away just as Arthur comes back with a couple of beers. 

“What did he want?” Arthur asked her as he hands her the beer bottle. “Just to say sorry about the kids being taken.” She tells him and Arthur nods before he takes a sip of his beer. (Y/n) smiles up at him then leans up to kiss his cheek before they go to sit down and enjoy more of the celebration and probably the first good thing to happen since the botched robbery at Blackwater.

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

Saint Denis​​

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The next morning, Dutch, Hosea, John, Arthur and (y/n) were sitting at the table, deciding what their next move was. “It’s gonna work out, you two…it’s gonna work out.” Hosea said as he pats (y/n)’s hand and gives a sympathetic look towards John. “I don’t expect you two to understand this… but I have never been more proud of both of you…than I am right now. Both of you are doing the right thing.” Dutch said while (y/n) looks down.

Arthur places a hand on her shoulder as John speaks up. “If I don’t get the boy back safe…I’m…She…She’ll kill us all.” John said, referring to Abigail. “And I need…I can’t lose Annebeth….” (y/n) said and Dutch looks between them. “I know, but…looking at this logically, those kids are fine. They took them to scare us. Nobody takes two kids to harm them.” Dutch assures them and John and (y/n) stare at him then look over at Hosea. “He’s right.” Hosea said then Dutch looks up at Arthur.

“What do you think, Arthur?” He asked him and Arthur looks down at (y/n) before he lets out a sigh through his nose. “The kids will be fine, but…of course Marston and (y/n) are scared rotten. Hell, I’m alittle worried myself. We killed all those people…we stirred up all that trouble…for nothing.” Arthur said and (y/n) turns her head up to him then places her right hand over his hand that was on her left shoulder. “No, no, not for nothing. For living. Now we get those kids back…and we go. Trust me.” Dutch said just as John and (y/n) share a look.

“Hey, Dutch. We got a problem.” Lenny calls out and everyone turns and see Milton and Ross walking up, Lenny behind them. “Not a problem…visitors…a solution. Good day fine people.” Milton said as everyone starts to gather around. John and Hose stand up from their chairs and (y/n) looks over at the new visitors with fear and worry.

“Mr. Van der Linde. Mr. Mathews, I presume. And…” Milton said to Dutch and Hosea then he looks over at John. “…who are you?” He asked. “Rip Van Winkle.” John replied with a bit of sarcas. “Huh…good day, sir. Agent Milton, Pinkerton…Detective Agency. Agent Ross.” Milton introduced then he looks over at Arthur and (y/n).

“Ah, Mr. Morgan…nice to see you and this lady again.” Milton said. “And to what do we owe the pleasure…Agent Moron?” Dutch asked Milton, a bit of annoyance in his voice. “I don’t know if you’re aware but this…this is a civilized land now. We didn’t kill all them savages…only to allow the likes of you…to act like human dignity…and basic decency was outmoded or not yet invented. This thing…it’s done.” Milton said and Dutch stands up and faces Milton.

“This place…ain’t no such thing as civilized. It’s man so in love with greed…He has forgotten himself and found only appetites.” Dutch said with a bit of a snarl. “And as a consequence that lets you take what you please…kill whom you…please and hang the rest of us? Who made you the messiah…to these lost souls you’ve led so horribly astray?” Milton asked Dutch as he gestures to the gang.

“I’m nothing but a seeker, Mr. Milton.” Dutch explained. “You ain’t much of anything more than a killer, Mr. Van der Linde. But I came to make a deal. It’s time. You come with me…and I give the rest of ya three days to run off…disappear and go and live like human beings….someplace else.” Milton said and (y/n)’s eyes widen at this then gives a worried look towards Arthur, who turned his head to the right to look at her.

“You came for me? Risked life and limb in this den of lowlifes and murderers…so that they might live and love?” Dutch asked then he begins to chuckle. “Ain’t that fine.” He said and everyone laughs. “I don’t wanna kill all these folk, Dutch…just you.” Milton said then Dutch raises his hands in the air, almost like in surrender.

“In that case…it’d be my honor…to join you.” Dutch said to Milton then he turns to the gang. “Excuse me, friends…I have an appointment to keep with…” Dutch started to say but then everyone starts to load their weapons, even (y/n) who stood up and reaches for her revolver in her holster.

Milton looks around and (y/n) noticed he looked both worried and annoyed at this. “I think your new friend should leave now, Dutch.” Grimshaw said as she aims her shotgun at Milton. “You’re making a big mistake…all of you.” Milton warns the gang and Dutch laughs.

“Yeah…dreadful. We have got something…something to live and die for. How awful for us, Mr. Milton. Stop following us…we’ll be gone soon.” Dutch informs him. “I’m afraid I can’t…and when I return I’ll be with fifty men.” Milton threatens then he turns to the gang. “All of you will die. Run away from this place, you fools. Run!” He yells, dramatically. “Come on.” Lenny said as he reaches out to Milton but Milton pulls his arms away from him. “Get your damn hands off of me, boy.” he growls and he and Ross leave.

“What now?” Arthur asked Dutch. “We get outta here…and quick. Any ideas?” Dutch asked and Arthur thinks for a moment then nods. “I know a big old house…hidden in the swamps outside Saint Denis. I’m sure they’ll find us eventually…but it should buy us a few days.” Arthur explains. “A few days is all we need.” Dutch said.

“It’s a spot out by Shady Belle. Lenny and I got into that dispute with the previous occupiers. Place is well hidden.” Arthur explains and Dutch nods. “You, John and (y/n) ride out…and make sure no one else has moved in.” Dutch said then he turns to Lenny. "Lenny…you go follow those fools outta here…make sure that they leave.“ he instructs and Lenny nods and walks away then he turns to John and (y/n).

"And, John…(y/n)…we’ll get Jack and Annebeth back and we’ll get gone. Rest of you get packing!” Dutch said and Arthur turns to the two. “Come on, you two.” Arthur said and they follow him as they head to the horses.

“This is crazy.” John mutters.

“Agreed.” (Y/n) said to him as they get up on their horses. “Follow me, I know the way.” Arthur said and they take off. Once they were some feet away from the camp, Arthur looks over his shoulder at John and (y/n). 

“It’s gonna be alright, you two.” Arthur said, trying to assure them. “We should be going for kids.” (Y/n) grumbles. “We will, but we have to move everyone first…before that bastard Milton comes back with an army. We ain’t no use to Jack and Annebeth in jail, or at the end of a rope.” said Arthur and (y/n) sighs.

“I don’t even know what to think no more.” John said. “Just gotta keep our cool, be smart about this.” Arthur said and John looks over at him. “Smart? Are you joking? We made too much noise once again. We drew’em right to us. I mean, how many people we killed the past few weeks?” John asked him. “Far too many.” Arthur said as they make a turn on the road.

“It’s Dutch playing his games. Hosea too. Getting involved with those two families. The master con men working their magic…” John said. “They thought there was a lot of gold…” Arthur defends. “Yeah, they thought there was money. Ain’t there always?” (y/n) asked, annoyed. “Look, I don’t know what to tell you two. Things don’t always work out, that ain’t nothing new.” Arthur said.

“Jack and Annebeth are gone, we lost Sean, Mac, Davey, Jenny…and for what?” John asked, angrily. “We can’t change what’s done, we can only move on.” said Arthur. “But one day we need to start learning from our mistakes.” John said. “Come on, it ain’t all bad. We’ve had a rocky run, but we’ll be okay. We’ll get through it.” Arthur said, trying to cheer the two up and John scoffs.

“Dutch’ll fix it. Dutch’ll come up with a big plan. Right now, every plan gets us into worse trouble.” John said and (y/n) sighs a bit. "I hate to say it but he’s right, Arthur. We’re getting further from where we’re meant to be going.“ She said. "Now you can’t put all this on Dutch. Both of you are worked up and rightly so. Just don’t get too far into your head with all this, or you’ll never get out.” Arthur said as he leads them to the left.

“It’s a damn mess. Those poor kids.” John mutters as they come up to a large gate. “That’s it up ahead.” Arthur said as he points towards a large plantation house. “Four walls and a roof we’re moving up in the world.” John said, sarcastically. “You ain’t seen inside it yet.” said Arthur. “Come on, boys…sooner we get this done, the better.” (Y/n) said and they stop their horses and dismount then start to descend upon the house.

“You sure this place is empty?” John asked Arthur. “I ain’t sure of nothing.” Arthur replied and they come up on the house when they hear noises from the house. “Aw, shit! It’s them again! Boys, get ready!” A raider shouts and they began to open fire.

“Damn it, still some here.” Arthur yelled as he, John and (y/n) take cover. “I can see that!” John said and they began firing back at the raiders. “Get out of here. Now! Go!” Arthur yelled and they make their way inside the building and shot a few more raiders.

“Any more of you upstairs, I’m coming for you! You hear me?” Arthur threatens as he makes his way upstairs. “Where you creeps hiding? Come out where I can shoot you.” A raider shouts from upstairs. “Come and fight me then.” Arthur challenged and he shoots the raider and heads into another room and sees an old man in bed.

“I knew you’d come soon enough. You, or some other coward like you.” The old man growls and Arthur shoots him in the head without a word and explores the mansion while John and (y/n) looks around the lower level of the manor.

(Y/n) walks into a room and heard movement and she leans against the wall near the doorway. “You think you’re tough, Yankee? Come in here and fight me like a man.” A male voice yelled and (y/n) slowly lets out a breath then pops out of her hiding spot and shoots the raider in the head.

“How’s it looking up there?” John calls out as (y/n) comes up to meet him. “I think we’re clear.” Arthur informs and John and (y/n) look around at the dead bodies. “Good. Come help us with this, will you?” John asked and he starts to pick a body up. (Y/n) started to pick one up as Arthur comes down.

“Here, give us a hand moving these bodies. Don’t want the others walking into this.” John said and Arthur picks up a body. “Follow me.” John said and the three of them head outside. "Alright, this way. We’ll dump the bodies in the swamp over there.“ John said as they walk up to the deck in the swamp and they dump the body in the swamp.

”Okay, (y/n) and I can deal with the rest of the bodies. You go meet up with the caravan and guide them in.“ Arthur tells John and he nods. "Alright, see you soon…I hope.” John said and he heads over to his horse, mounts it and takes off while Arthur and (y/n) start to head back towards the manor.

Arthur looks over at (y/n) and noticed that she was looking down at the ground. “You…you doing alright?” He asked her, cautiously, and she scoffs slightly at this. “As best as I can be.” She said and Arthur nods then thinks for a moment before bring up what was on his mind. “I-I have to ask…back there, when we got back from the Braithwaites…you called Annebeth our baby…” he said and she whips her head up at this, the look of fear flashed in her eyes.

“A-Arthur, it was just a slip of the tongue..I-I didn’t mean…” she stammers, quickly, as they stop and Arthur chuckles a bit. “It’s fine.” Arthur said and (y/n) sighs with relief at this. “Look, (y/n), I’ve been thinking…I think…I want to…I don’t know…” Arthur grumbles then he sighs as she raises an eyebrow at this. He looks at her then said. “I think you, me and Annebeth, when we get her back, should live together. Like a proper family.”

(Y/n) seemed taken aback by this. “A-A-Arthur..I..I don’t know what to say…y-you sure about this?” She asked him. He nods and says. “I’m sure.” (Y/n) stares, blankly, at him then her eyes shift towards the ground, as if she’s processing what she just heard, before she places a hand over her mouth.

“Look, you’re upset and…I don’t know when or how we’re gonna get the kids back but…I know you don’t need to be alone. And when we get her back, then you can decide whether you and I share a tent or go back to your own. Either way, I understand.” Arthur said and she lowers her hand and looks back at him.

“Thank you.” She whispers and he takes her hands in his before leaning down and kisses her forehead. He leans his head against hers and they stay in this position for a while before (y/n) speaks up. “We…we better get to work.” She said. Arthur agrees and they start on cleaning the rest of the dead bodies up.

After getting all the bodies thrown out, the gang start to arrive and Arthur and (y/n) walk out on the front porch of the manor. “Welcome home…all of ya…to my humble abode. We got fine living. Ignore the corpses and the alligators…it’s paradise…” Arthur said and Dutch smiles. “I love it! Miss Grimshaw, Mr. Pearson…would you two kindly…work your magic?” Dutch asked them and they nod as they start to get started. 

Dutch gets off the wagon then turns to Arthur. "Arthur…take a ride with me. Come on…" he said and he and Arthur head towards the horses when Molly comes running up. “Dutch?” she calls out. “Yes?” Dutch said, although his tone of voice was of disinterest.

“Could I have a word with ya?” She asked. “Not now.” Dutch said as he and Arthur mounts their horses. “Come on, Arthur.” he said and they leave the manor. “Can you believe that girl? All I’ve got going on and she wants to talk.” Dutch said to Arthur, annoyed. “Everything okay with you two?” asked Arthur. “I got far more important things to worry about right now than Molly O’Shea.” Dutch grumbles.

“So, where are we going?” Arthur asked. “To take a look at this Eighth Wonder of the Civilized World Saint Denis, I keep hearing about. According to the map, the road up this way should lead us right in there.” Dutch replied. “Alright, I guess this day ain’t over yet.” said Arthur. “Not quite…good work back there, Arthur. Everything went okay?” Dutch asked. “Few loose ends, nothing major.” Arthur said.

“And John and (y/n)?” Dutch asked, concerned. “About what you’d expect. They’re taken it hard.” replied Arthur. “We’re going to get those kids back, whatever it takes. I need you to start asking around in the city for Bronte, subtly of course…public places, maybe start with the saloon. Anyone who can put us in contact with him.” Dutch said.

“Of course. And what about the Pinkertons?” Arthur asked. “I’m fairly sure nobody followed us. We moved out fast. We should be safe for a few days here.” Dutch assured. “And then?” asked Arthur. “I think we need to move a little further. Put some ocean between us and all of this. The mess with those two families…losing Sean…I see things differently now. For a long time, I truly believed a paradise lay somewhere in the west for us…but I just…don’t know any more.” Dutch said with a tone of disappointment.

“So, we’re leaving the country now?” Arthur asked, confused. “Maybe. I’m still thinking about it. Whatever we do, we’ll need more money.” Dutch said as they make it over a bridge.  “Okay, there she is…a real city…the future.” Dutch said, with disdain and disgust, once they stopped and looked out at the city.

Before their eyes it was a view of a dozen smoky chimneys and a smog-black sky. “Big cities…they’re…” Arthur said as he shakes his head. “Always repellent?” Dutch suggests. “Exactly.” said Arthur, nodding. “I’ll find you in there…go see what you can figure out.” Dutch said as he starts to head into the city. “Yes.” Arthur mutters as he heads a different direction.

Arthur walks around town, trying to find out something about Angelo Bronte, as he kept telling himself that Annebeth was alright and that she is safe. Though, deep down he’s holding back mixed emotions.

Worry. Fear. Anger. Fury.

All those he kept back for (y/n)’s sake, as well as the children he vowed to take back home to their mothers. He knows now that there’s no time to waste and with their safeties at stake, especially Annabeth who he loves dearly as his own child, there’s no telling what could happen if it was too late to save them.

They say that children are the light that keep your humanity from being consumed by darkness. Children bring a sense of meaning into people’s lives. Their innocence is what gives them hope and life into the future.

Annabeth is what kept (Y/n) at bay. The only piece of humanity she has left after the loss of her family. Without her…without that light…there’s darkness waiting to come out. And he’s scared to death of that thought coming to life.

Eventually, he goes up to a saloon and washboard to enter when he heard a gun cocked. “Stick ’em up, cowboy.” a voice said and he raised his hands until he heard a chuckle. He turns around and saw that it was Dutch. “Yeah, real funny, Dutch.” Arthur said as he lowers his hands and Dutch laugh. “I thought so.” Dutch laughed then he holsters his gun and turns to look out onto the streets of Saint Denis.

“So, here we are in a strange land of Papists and rapists….America’s very own Gomorrah.” He said as people walk the streets and horse drawn carriages trot by. “Yeah, cities all look the same to me.” Arthur grumbles then he turns to Dutch.

“So, how you get on?” He asked. “I’ve been asking around about Mr. Bronte…and from what I’ve heard this establishment is our best lead…but I haven’t had any joy in there so far.” Dutch replied.

“So, I should just give it a shot?” Arthur asked. “I think so…just keep it cool.” Dutch said. “You know me.” said Arthur and Dutch smiles before he pats Arthur’s shoulder. “I’ll meet you back here, anon.” he said and he walks away as Arthur enters the saloon.

Once he enters, the music from the piano stops and all the patrons turn and look at him. All of them have the same perplexed and shock look on their faces for a moment before they go back to what they were doing. Arthur shrugs a bit then heads to the bar.

“Funny you should say that.” One man said to the bartender. “Well, you know how it is. I told him, I said.” the bartender said as Arthur comes up and waves down the bartender. “Hey, can I get a drink here?” he calls but the bartender kept talking to the man. “That’s the state of Lemoyne for you. America’s dirty little French secret.” He said and the man laughs.

“That’s why we love it.” The man said as Arthur waves the bartender down. “Over here.” He calls. “Born and raised.” the bartender said then he looks over at Arthur then back to the man he was talking to. “I-I’m sorry, please excuse me. I, I-I seem to have some very impatient customers.” The bartender said and he goes over to Arthur.

“Now, how can I help? You look like a whiskey man.” the bartender said and Arthur nods. “Sure.” He said. “Dollar, please.” The bartender said and Arthur looks over at him, shocked. “For a whiskey?” he said in disbelief. “Sure. That’s the real stuff, from Scotland.” the bartender said and Arthur pulls out a couple bills. “Okay…here, have one for yourself.” he said as he tosses the two bills down.

“Why thank you.” The bartender said and he goes and hands Arthur a bottle of whiskey as he takes the money. Arthur takes a few sips of the liquor before he musters up the courage to speak.

“So, mister…can I ask you a question? You ever hear of a feller by the name of Bronte?” Arthur asked and the Bartender eyes him, suspiciously. “Who’s asking?” he asked. “I’m asking.” Arthur said. “No, leave it, friend.” The Bartender said.

“What you mean, leave it?” Arthur asked, confused. “Look, I don’t know what business you in…but leave it, friend…you and your pal that was in here before.” the bartender said and Arthur lets out a huff before he finishes his whiskey.

He turns and starts to head out when a drunk man approaches him. “Angelo Bronte? Mister Big? Mister Italian-spaghetti-eating-long-streak-of-piss-big? He makes my skin crawl…some swarthy cocksucker…You know what I mean, friend?” the drunk said. “Where can I find him?” Arthur asked. ‘Oh, I-I reckon you can talk to them kids in the alley…they’ll know how to get…" the drunk started to explain but Arthur started to walk out, like a man on a mission.

“Oh and, friend…” the drunk called out and Arthur stops then looks over his shoulder at him. “Y-you be careful now. Immigrants…they’re not to be trusted.” the drunk said and Arthur nods before he walks out of the saloon.

He turns to his right and heads for the alley and sees a couple of kids just standing there, talking amongst each other. “Hey, you got a cigarette, mister? Huh?” one of the boys asked as Arthur walks by them. “Maybe…I’m looking for a feller named Angelo Bronte? Italian…” Arthur said just as a few more kids come out and surround hi..

“I know him. Everyone knows him.” The second kid said. “Where is he?” Arthur asked. “We’ll take you to him…take you to him…but it’ll cost.” the kid said. “I reckon I can pay.” Arthur said and the kids smile. “Five dollars.” the first kid said, smugly.

“Where’s he live? New York?” Arthur asked, sarcastically. “I’m an entrepreneur. You don’t wanna pay…then I don’t wanna walk.” the kid said and Arthur sighs at this then digs into his satchel. “Oh man…hustled by a brat…” he grumbles as he pulls out five dollars and hands it to the kid. “…here…come on.” Arthur said and the kids take the money, count it out then smile amongst each other.

“This way, let’s go, mister…You coming, Cleet?” The first kid said sad the tall kid, Cleet, comes up to them. “Stay close, easy to get lost around here. Come on then.” The kid said as he leads Arthur out of the alley.

“You new to the city, mister?” the kid asked him. “Pretty much.” Arthur replied. “Don’t worry, no one knows it good as me and Cleet.” the kid said. “Is that right?” Arthur asked and the kid nods as they walk out on the street and the kid points to the building in front of them. “Hope you won’t need his services but you got the doctor on the corner there, nice enough feller.” the kid said then he points to his right.

“That’s Barrett and Schreiber on the right there. Famous book store, not that I’m much of a reader myself.” The kid said as they walk straight and towards the church.  Now, over here’s a real piece of art. That’s the Church of the Holy Blessed Virgin, mister. Modelled on a famous church in Toulouse, which is in France. You been to Toulouse, mister?“ The kid asked. "No…” Arthur replied. “We’re Catholics here, mister, ain’t Baptists or nothing.” the kid said. “My momma said they used to burn Protestants and all, but uh…” Cleet started to say but the kid talks over him.

“Bet they don’t have nothing so fine where you come from, mister. Look at them fine steeples…” the kid said as Arthur looks up at them. At that moment, Cleet cuts off Arthur’s bag and they began to run off. “Hey, hey! You little pair of shits!” Arthur yells and he runs after Cleet. “Let’s go! That feller looks angry!” Cleet said to his friend and they jump on the back of a wagon.

The wagon begins to take off as Arthur kept running. “You give that back!” Arthur demanded as Cleet jumps off of the wagon once it stops then gets in a streetcar. “Bye mister!” Cleet calls out while Arthur jumps on a horse and chases after it.

“I’m being chased by the village idiot.” Cleet yells to some people as the streetcar rolls by while Arthur chases him. “Stop, you little shit!” Arthur shouts and Cleet jumps off of the streetcar and runs down towards the alley. “Little bastard got off.” Arthur grumbles as Cleet shoves a man to the side.

“Damn street trash!” the man shouts and Arthur dismounts the horse and the man turns to him. “You after that kid? That little shit went that way!” The man tells Arthur. “Thanks for the help, friend.” Arthur said, appreciatively, then runs down the alleyway.

“Bye, mister! You alright back there, old man?"Cleet shouts after him. "You better stop right now!” Arthur threatens. “Just give it up, farmboy!” Cleet yells at him as he keeps running. “Just give it up, kid! I’ll kill you, you thieving bastard!” Arthur said and comes up, grabs Cleet and tackles him down.

“You little bastard.” Arthur growls as he gets him down and raised his fist up, getting ready to beat the kid. “I was just playing.” Cleet said, defensively. “Give me my things back.” Arthur demanded. “Get off me, mister. I’m a good boy, I wash.” Cleet said as he struggles in Arthur’s grip but he holds him steady.

“Give me my things.” Arthur demanded again and Cleet hands him his satchel. “Here.” he said and Arthur takes the satchel back.

“Bronte?” Arthur asked.

“At home…” Cleet replied.

“Where?” Arthur asked.

“Big house on Flavian Street…opposite the park.” Cleet replied and Arthur nods. “Okay.” he said and he lets the kid go and starts to turn away. “Welcome to Saint Denis, mister. It’s quite a town.” Cleet said as he gets up on his feet. “Get lost.” Arthur growls and Cleet runs off. Arthur grumbles under his breath and starts to walk away. 

At least now he’s one step closer to getting the kids back home.

“Where you been?” Dutch asked as Arthur approached him. “Getting robbed.” Arthur replied, annoyed. “Who by?” asked Dutch. “Bunch of children…” Arthur grumbles and Dutch chuckles a bit. “I won’t inquire anymore.” he said.

“But I found Mr. Bronte…Seems to be some Italian mister big in town…everybody knows him but nobody wants to talk about him. Apparently, he lives in a big house on Flavian Street…opposite the park.” Arthur informs him and Dutch nods. “Huh…good work.” he said.

“So what now?” asked Arthur. “We go pay him a visit. I’ll get John and (y/n), you meet us there. Whatever it takes, we need to get those kids back.” Dutch said and Arthur nods as Dutch begins to leave.

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

Blood Feuds, Ancient and Modern

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A few weeks later…

“Alright…I think I did okay.” (Y/n) said as she runs her fingers through Arthur’s hair, after having to cut it for him. “Well, you hadn’t cut my ear off…so, I guess we’re good.” Arthur teased and (y/n), playfully, shoves his shoulder. “Shut up.” She said and Arthur chuckles then he leans his head back to look at her, as she stands behind him.

She gives him a small smile then leans down and gives him a quick kiss then she stands up. “You know…I have to tell you something.” Arthur said and she gives him a look. “Okay…” she said. “I just wanted to say thank you. For saving me…and taking care me. I-I appreciate it.” He said. “Of course.” (Y/n) said then she gives him a quick kiss again. “Someone had to take care of your grumpy ass.” She said and Arthur snorts a laugh at this.

At that moment, Swanson comes up. “I thought I’d be burying you, Mr. Morgan.” He said as he walks up to the two. “Not quite yet, Reverend.” Arthur said. “Good. How you feeling?” Swanson asked him and Arthur moves his shoulder that was shot but now was healed. “Oh…about the same as you.” he said. “I’m sorry to hear that. Well…take care of yourself.” Swanson said. “You too.” Arthur said and Swanson turns to (y/n).

“Miss (l/n).” He said.

“Reverend.” She said, nodding, and Swanson walks away.

“In all honesty, I was afraid you wouldn’t make it either.” (Y/n) said and Arthur turns to her. “Really?” He asked and she nodded. “I didn’t show it but…I was terrified, Arthur. That gunshot wound on your shoulder didn’t help especially when Grimshaw and I were able to get a good look at it. I was so scared…” (Y/n) said and Arthur places a hand on her cheek.

“Hey, I ain’t going anywhere.” He whispers and she gives a small smile to him before she turns her head and kissed the palm of his hand. The two share a look before he leans in and kisses her for a few moments. Then they break the kiss and Arthur gives a soft smile to her and she returns the smile.

“Well, I’ve gotta go. Charles and I are gonna go out hunting.” (Y/n) said and Arthur nods. “Alright, be careful.” He said. “I feel I should be saying that to you.” (Y/n) teases and he chuckles before he gives her a quick kiss on the lips. Then (y/n) walks away and towards Charles.

Arthur starts to go into the camp and looks around for anything to do. He finally decided on getting hay to the horses when he noticed Annebeth was just sitting on the ground with a stick in her hand. “Hey, Annebeth.” Arthur said and the little girl looks up at him. “Hey, Arthur.” She greets.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked her as he goes to kneel down to her. She shrugs and mumbles. “Playing.” She uses the stick like a pencil and drew randomly in the dirt. “Playing? Well, where’s Jack?” Arthur asked her. “Uncle Hosea and Aunt Abigail are teaching him how to read.” She replied. 

“Well, how come you ain’t with them?" Arthur asked her. "Oh, I already know how to read. Momma taught me.” She replied. “Is that so?” Arthur asked with a smirk and Annebeth nods, enthusiastically. “Well, then no wonder you’re so smart!” He compliments and Annebeth giggles.

“Hey, if you want…I was just about to go feed the horses, you wanna help me?” He asked her and her eyes sparkle at this. “Really?” She asked. “Sure.” said Arthur and Annebeth smiles as she stands up. “Okay!” She said, excitedly, and Arthur stands up.

Then they start to walk towards the bale of hay when Arthur looks down at Annebeth. “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you, how do you like it here?” Arthur asked her. “It’s nice. I really like the water.” Annebeth said. “Oh, you swim?” He asked her. “A little.” Annebeth replied then she made a face like she was trying to think of something. “I..I remember Papa teaching me…” she said and Arthur looks down at her.

“Your grandfather?” Arthur asked her and she nods then she frowns a bit at this. “You miss them, don’t you?” He asked and she nods, once again. Arthur wasn’t for sure how to comfort her, losing a family member was hard especially to someone so young. So he tried to think of something to take her mind off of it.

“Well, did they teach you anything else?” Arthur asked her and she thinks for a moment. “Um…I don’t think so. I think I remember mamaw teaching me how to read before momma did.” Annebeth replied. “Well, how bout I teach you how to take care of a horse. How’s that?” Arthur asked her and she smiles. “Yes, please!” She said as they come up to some bale of hay.

“Alright, think you can help me carry this?” Arthur asked her. “I think so.” Annebeth replied and she squats down just as he does. “Be careful. Can be a bit heavy.” Arthur warns her. She grabs onto a part of the bale and starts to grunt as she tries to pick it up. Arthur chuckles then kind of acts like he was struggling to pick it up until he picked it up.

“There we go! Good job, Annebeth!” Arthur praised and she smiles. “Now just follow me.” He said as they walk over to the horses. She keeps up with his pace as they head over the horses while she holds some loose strands of hay. 

After they fed the horses, Arthur had Annebeth in his arms as he was showing her how to pet a horse, using his horse. “Don’t pat too hard. They don’t like that.” He instructs as she leans over and gently pats the neck of the horse. “He’s so soft.” Annebeth said and Arthur chuckles. “You wanna feed him?” Arthur asked her as he pulls out an apple from his satchel. “Yeah!” Annebeth said and he hands her the apple.

She takes the apple then holds it out to the horse and Arthur holds her closer to the horse. The horse turns his head then takes the apple out of Annebeth’s hand. She squeals at this then pulls her hand away and starts wiping it on her clothes. “Ah! His tongue felt odd.” Annebeth squealed and she started to giggle and Arthur laughs along with her just as they hear footsteps behind him.

He turns around and sees that it’s Dutch. “Arthur!” He said as he stops in front of him. “Yes, Dutch?” Arthur said. “Arthur, if you feel up to it…Bill’s got something cooking with the Gray boys in Rhodes. Sean and Micah are in, I’d like for you to be there too.” Dutch said to Arthur and Annebeth gives a worried look towards Arthur. “Sure.” Arthur said with a nod.

“And son…I’m sorry. I feel like a fool.” Dutch said, apologetically. “I’m alive.” Arthur said while Annebeth leans her head on his shoulder. “Well…it seemed like a good opportunity. Micah and I both feel like idiots.” Dutch said.

“What happened to ya?” Arthur asked him. “Well, the whole thing…it was…it was odd. We kept waiting for them to jump us but then they all left. So we figured we meet you on the trail back but you never showed up.” Dutch explained. “Yeah, well…I was getting the special guest treatment from Colm.” said Arthur and Dutch looks down in regret. “I know…I know. I cannot believe what an idiot I was and that happened. I guess forgiveness…there some folks who don’t deserve it.” Dutch said then he shakes his head.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then.” Dutch said then he leaves and Arthur looks over at Annebeth. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I gotta go.” Arthur said as Annebeth gives a frown a bit. “Okay…” she said and Arthur gives her a small smile. “Hey…don’t pout. I’ll be right back, okay?” He said and she looks into his eyes then nods. “Okay.” She said then she goes and hugs him. He hugs her back just as she said. “I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“Oh, don’t'chu worry about that. I’ll be fine and I’ll come back.” He said and Annebeth pulls back from the hug as she looks at him with her own blue eyes. “You promise?” She asked him. “I promise.” He replied and she nods before he walks into the camp grounds and sets her down.

“Now, you stay here within camp, okay?” He said. “Okay, Arthur.” Annebeth said and Arthur ruffles her curly blonde hair. “Good girl.” He said and he heads over to his horse, mounts it and heads off.

Arthur makes his way to Rhodes and sees Micah, Sean and Bill waiting for him near the general store. “We been waiting for you, Arthur.” Micah said. “Well, I’m sorry to have kept you.” Arthur said with sarcasm and Micah scoffs as he stands up and starts to walk around the corner. “Come on. Let’s get going.” he said and the men follow him.

“What’s the plan?” Arthur asked as they start to walk down the main road of Rhodes. “We’re meeting a couple of the Grays over at the saloon. They spoke to Bill about a job…needing security.” Micah explained. “After the farce of stealing the horses for them, why we doing this?” Arthur asked, feeling shocked and confused by all of this. “’Cause we need to stay in with them…and they’re paying.” Micah replied.

“So what kinda security they want?” Arthur asked, still keeping his skepticism with him. “We’re about to find out. Now come on.” Micah said, a bit impatiently, then Arthur turns to Bill. “This seem legit to you, Bill?” he asked Bill. “Sure.” Bill replied with a shrug.

“Dutch said we was to keep on dealing with them until we find this gold.” said Micah. “Can we trust them?” Sean asked. “Can we trust anyone?” Arthur asked and Sean nods. “Yeah.” he said.

“Let’s just see what they say.” Micah said. “They said there was some…big misunderstanding about them horses.” Bill said but this made Sean suspicious. “And…what about burning their fields?” Sean asked. “They don’t know we had anything to do with that.” Micah assures.

“Oh, that so?” Arthur said, skeptical. “Yeah. They think it was the Braithwaites. Listen, I know these Gray boys a bit now. This is on the level.” Bill said, trying to assure him. “We’re stuck in the middle of some ancient feud, but instead of playing both sides, we’re being used by both of them.” Arthur said as they start to pass the Sheriff’s office and he stops, he was feeling a bit uneasy about this whole thing.

“They were saying that Catherine Braithwaite…” Bill started to explain but Arthur talks over him. “Hey, hold up. This don’t feel right.” he said, which made the men stop walking. “Now it don’t feel right? I could’a told you that-” Sean started to say as he turned to face Arthur but, suddenly, his head exploded as a bullet had entered in his head.

“Shit!” Arthur exclaims

“What the hell…” Bill shouts and they look up to see some of the Grays’ on the rooftops firing at them, the boys were lead right into an ambush. “Get down!” Arthur shouts and the three of them take cover as the Grays continued to fire at them.

“Dammit!” Bill growls.

“Sons of bitches.” Micah grumbles as he and Arthur fight back. “What the…ahh, dammit! I can’t believe you shot me, you bastards!” Bill shouts with a growl, almost sounding like he was betrayed by a friend. “You okay?” Arthur asked him. “I’m fine!” Bill shouts and he helps Micah and Arthur with the shootout.

Meanwhile, Arthur ducks in cover then looks over at Sean’s dead body. “Oh, Sean…” Arthur said, upset, then he turns to Micah and Bill. “…you idiots!” Arthur shouts, angrily, at them. “Is he dead?” Micah asked. “Look at him, of course he’s dead!” Arthur shouts and he gets up and fires a few more rounds at the Grays’.

“How could you not think this was a trap?” Arthur asked Micah. “You sure you wanna talk about this now, Morgan?” Micah asked, annoyed, as they kept on shooting then he noticed a few of them heading into the gunstore.

“The cowards are in the gunstore! I’ll get the front, you take the back!” Micah tells Arthur and Arthur makes his way around the back, Micah goes to the front while Bill just goes all out on the men.

“None of these bastards gonna walk out of here.” a man shouted as Arthur makes his way to the back door. “You’re a damn bunch of cowards!” Bill shouts as Arthur kicks the door in and makes his way through the store. One guy comes around the corner to shoot but Arthur was quicker and headshot the man.

He makes it around the corner and ends up behind the counter, only to see two men. They both aim their guns at Arthur but before anyone could react, Micah bursts in and pulls out his dual pistols and shoots both men in the head at the same time.

He looks over at Arthur and chuckles. “You’re getting sloppy, Morgan.” he said and Arthur glares at him. “You see that window in Sean’s skull? Don’t talk to me about sloppy.” Arthur growls as he and Micah take cover. “Better in here than out there.” Micah said.

“They’re in the gunsmith’s! All of you, pour a broadside into those sons of bitches! I want them dead!” Another man shouts and some of them head over to the gunstore. “You sure about that?” Arthur said, responding to Micah, and they start to fire back.

“So yeah, I’m thinking the Grays might be onto us after all.” Micah said and Arthur looks over at him as he reloads his gun. “Now it’s sinking in?” Arthur asked, sarcastically, and they continued to fire and shoot at the men until the survivors start to run off.

“See that? Those cowards are running away.” Micah said and Arthur looks out the window. “Looks like most of ’em.” Arthur said. “Not all of them.” Micah said and he walks out of the store, Arthur following close behind. “Sheriff Gray…” Arthur grumbles as they walk through the town full of dead bodies.

“And what about Bill? Where the hell’s he?” Arthur asked. “We’ll find him later. Come on.” Micah said and they make it to the Sheriff’s office. “Sheriff Gray! You need to get a hold on this town, it’s going to hell!” Micah yells. “Who do you think you are? A bunch of two-bit thugs from God knows where? You’re so dumb to think we don’t know what you been doing.” Sheriff Gray shouts from his office.

“Come out, Sheriff. It’s over.” Micah said, firmly, as him and Arthur stand in front of the office. “We put down far worse than you. A hundred times over. This is the Grays’ town. Always has been, always will be!” Sheriff Gray shouted. “Only Grays I see left around here…is you!” Micah shouts. “You want us to come out? We’ll come out!” the Sheriff said and the door opens with Sheer Gray holding Bill at gunpoint just as Archibald and another man come out.

“Shit…” Bill mutters as he was lead out. “Oh…Bill…” Arthur said, exasperated. “Guns on the ground now. Both of you!” One of them said. “Don’t do it!” Bill begged. “You know we can’t do that.” Arthur said and he looks over at Sheriff Gray. “You put the gun down, Sheriff!” He orders. “I’ll blow his brains out!” Sheriff Gray threatens.

“You wanna join your little friend there, do ya?” Archibald asked as he gestures over to Sean. “Either way, you’re a dead man. Morgan?” Micah said and both him and Arthur pull out their guns and, quickly, kill all of the lawmen without harming Bill.

“Shit!” Bill exclaims as Micah and Arthur holsters their guns and Arthur goes over to Sean and squats down. “He was a good kid.” Arthur said, shaking his head. “Well, how the hell was I to know?” Bill asked, angrily, and Arthur glares at him. “Let me see…” Arthur growls as he stands up. “….they set us up once before…they didn’t like us…we destroyed their farm…should I go on?!” He yells, angrily.

“Go easy on him, Morgan. He was out trying to find a lead, same as you….same as Hosea. All you do is complain…when things don’t work out. Except when it’s your fault.” Micah said and Bill chuckles in agreement. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t give a damn about nobody but yourself.” Arthur growls as he takes a step toward Micah.

“Oh, you act so high and mighty…but you’re no better than the rest of us. I ridden with you boys close on what…six months now?” Micah said as Arthur goes to pick up Sean’s body. “And all you ever done was complain. And you can fight…but you can’t think.” Micah tells him as he taps his temple with his pointer finger. “You can’t do either.” Arthur retorts as he goes over to Bill’s horse. “Okay, cowpoke.” Micah laughs while Arthur stows Sean’s body on Bill’s horse.

“Bill, take the boy’s body. Bury him proper someplace quiet. Micah…best you and I don’t speak for a moment.” Arthur said and Micah laughs at this. “I’m just so frightened by you…” Micah cackles. “Get outta my sight…” Arthur yells as he mounts his horse and rides away. "…pair of fools.“ He mutters.

Few hours after that whole mess, Arthur calmed down a bit after writing in his journal then he starts to make his way back to the camp. Once there, he dismounts his horse then noticed that some of the gang were gathered around Dutch’s camp.

”I know you worry.“ Dutch said then he looks over to see Arthur coming. "Arthur, have you seen the kids?” Dutch asked him and Arthur stopped in his tracks at this. “No.” Arthur said as Abigail runs over. “Where’s my damn son? Where is he? Where’s Annebeth? They took them didn’t they? They took the kids!” She exclaims, frantically, and Arthur’s heart dropped at this.

“Who took them?” He asked. “We think the Braithwaite woman took them. That Kieran saw a couple of fellers…sound like Braithwaite boys.” Hosea replied and Arthur looks around. “Where’s (y/n)? She still out with Charles?” He asked. “As far as I know, yes…” Abigail said then she places her hands on her head while Arthur turns to Dutch.

“I’ve gotta go find her. She needs to know this.” Arthur said as he starts to turn around. “Who needs to know what?” (Y/n)’s voice asked as her and Charles come up to the camp, Arthur stopped in his tracks. His heart thumped hard in his chest, he was now scared to tell her what was happening.

(Y/n) looks around at everyone then she noticed Abigail looked frantic. “What? What’s going on?” She asked and Arthur took a deep breath, preparing for it. “(Y/n)…it’s about Annebeth…” Arthur said and (y/n)’s face turns to concern. “What about her?” She asked and Arthur swallows as he tries to think of how to explain it while (y/n) starts to worry as she looks between him and the gang.

“Arthur, you’re scaring me.” She said and Arthur sighs before he said. “We think the Braithwaites have taken her and Jack." 

(Y/n)’s eyes widen at this and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This had to be a mistake, there was no way Annebeth was gone. She felt her legs turn to jelly and she stumbles and Charles catches her before she falls while Arthur runs over to her and places his hands on her shoulder.

”(Y/n)…“ he whispers, worried. "Arthur, please tell me you’re joking. Please tell me that what you just said was a lie.” She begs but Arthur gives her a look and she could tell he wasn’t lying. “No…no…no…no…” she stammers then she buries her head into his chest.

“We will find them, we will bring them back to both of you…” Dutch said as he looks between Abigail and (y/n). “…and we will kill any fool that had the temerity…to touch one hair on their heads. Abigail…(y/n), you two have my word.” Dutch said.

“Just get me back my son.” Abigail said as (y/n) shakes at this. “And my daughter…” (y/n) said, trying to keep her voice firm. “I will get the children back, so help me God…right now.” Dutch said and he starts to walk towards the horses when Bill and Micah show up.

“Dutch, we just heard about Jack and Annebeth. You need some extra guns?” Bill asked. “Yeah, why not? Micah, Kieran, anyone strange turns up…you kill ’em! Rest of you, let’s ride.” Dutch ordered and Bill, Charles, John, Hosea and Lenny start to mount up their horses.

Arthur then looks down at (y/n) and raises her head to face him. “I’m gonna go get her, okay?” He said and she bites her lips then shakes her head. “I’m coming with you.” She said. “No, you need to stay here.” Arthur said, firmly, but (y/n) shakes her head again. “No! I’m going! That’s my daughter!” She said, her voice rising.

“I know but I don’t need…” Arthur started to explain until (y/n) talks over him. “Arthur, my daughter is out there, probably scared of her wits and wondering if I’m looking for her! She is one of the best things that ever happened me and I’m not going to lose her like how I lost my family! I’m not just gonna sit around and wait for something to happen. I’m not the defenseless woman I used to be, I’m coming with you whether you like it or not.” she said and Arthur looks her over then let’s out a small sigh.

That spark is one of the things he both loves and hates about (y/n).

​​​"That you ain’t. Fine…but you stick with me, alright?“ He said and she nods. "C'mon.” He said as he gestures for her to follow him and they head to their horses and mount up. "Okay, let’s go get those kids back.“ Dutch said and they head out.

"They must’ve figured out what we was up to, Dutch.” Hosea said. “Yeah, we just got shot to hell by the Grays in town.” Arthur said. “I know, I heard…about Sean too.” Dutch said. “What happened to Sean?” (Y/n) asked Arthur and he gives her a look and her eyes widen. “No…” she said, despairingly.

“I don’t wanna even think about that right now. We have to focus on Jack and Annebeth.” Dutch said. “I swear, I’ll kill everyone there.” John exclaims. “I’m with ya, John.” (Y/n) said. “Easy, you two. Try to stay calm.” Dutch tells them. “I’m fine.” John said, trying to keep the anger from his voice, while (y/n) lowers her head, not saying anything.

“How the hell did they get to them?” Hosea asked. “I don’t know, but we are getting them back and they will pay. I promise you that.” Dutch said. “What about the gold?” Bill asked and this pissed (y/n) off. “Who gives a damn about the gold?! They got Jack and Annebeth!” She said, angrily, and Bill looked a bit taken aback by this. She rarely got angry at anyone.

“I hate to break it to you, but…I don’t think there is any gold. Or if there is, it’s hidden somewhere no one knows.” Hosea admitted. “What?” Lenny said, shocked. “I’ve turned every stone.” Hosea said and this seemed to piss John and (y/n) even more. “For Christ’s sake, Hosea. After all that? Another perfect scam.” John yells. “We underestimated them.” Hosea said, calmly.

“No, they underestimated us. Enough talk. There’s no point arguing how we got here, this is where we are. And we are going to fix it. So, get your heads right. Nobody makes a move until I say so.” Dutch orders as they continue on down the road and towards the Braithwaite manor.

They come up to a long road that had trees on either side of the road, which leads to a large elegant manor. “Alright everyone, dismount and come to me. We’ll go in on foot from here.” Dutch said as they make it to the front gate and eveeyone began to dismount their horses.

“First Sean, now Jack and Annebeth. We should have stayed out of all this.” Lenny said. “Bit late for that, ain’t it?” Bill asked and Dutch turns to them. “Quiet, we’re going to fix this right now. Come on, let’s get this done.” Dutch said and everyone grabs their guns. Everyone gathers towards towards the entrance of the gate before Dutch turns to John and (y/n), who were standing next to each other.

“John…(y/n), you sure you two are okay?” Dutch asked them. “Like I said, I’m fine.” John said while (y/n) looks down. Arthur comes up to her and places a hand on her shoulder. She looks back up at him, her lips were pressed in a hard line, and they share a look before she nods then looks over at Dutch. “I’m good, Dutch.” She said, trying to keep her voice steady.

​Dutch nods then looks over everyone. “Follow my lead.” he said and he goes around the corner of the entrance and walks through the gate, the gang follows suit. “Both these redneck families think they can ruin us? I don’t think so…” Dutch said as they come up to the manor, which is illuminated despite the late hour.

As they walk up, some of the members of the Braithwaites come out. Some of them through the front door and some of them on the top floor balcony. “There they are.” Hosea said as the gang walk up, stretching out in a line. “Who steals children?” Dutch asked, angrily, as (y/n) glares at the manor.

“I’m gonna let fly at those sons of bitches.” She growls and Dutch looks over at her. “Miss (l/n), I need you to stay calm.” he tells her, calmly, and (y/n) takes a deep breath as they make it out on the lawn and a few feet in front of the front door.

“Get down here now! You inbred trash.” Dutch screams as one of them, Gareth Braithwaite, walks out towards them. “What the hell do you want?” he asked them. “We’ve come for the kids. You must’ve known we would.” Dutch said. “Shouldn’t have messed with our business now, should you?” Gareth sneers.

“Whatever complaint you have with us, alleged…or otherwise…That is a young boy and a young girl. That is not the way you do things. Hand them over.” Dutch ordered but none of the Braithwaites move. “Get the hell off our land.” Gareth orders and Dutch glares at them before he lets out a heavy sigh.

“If you ain’t gonna be civilized about this…” he said and everyone pulls out their guns and the gunfight begins. “Watch those balconies!” Dutch yelled as everyone ducks for cover then started to fire at the Braithwaite men.

“Bill, Javier, cover left.” Dutch said and Bill and Javier head off to the left. “Charles, Lenny, more fire on the right.” said Dutch and the two men go to the right. “Arthur, John, (y/n), Hosea, with me. The rest of you, watch out here for any other arrivals.” He said and they started to push forward as they kill the men.

Arthur looks over at (y/n) and noticed how focused she looked as she fired her gun and killed some of the Braithwaites. Arthur then began to worry that she could be dead if she lets her head get clouded and get reckless as she continues to fire and kill the Braithwaites. He was afraid that recklessness will get her killed if she doesn’t keep her mind straight.

She never did go take cover as she fired her gun, that is til Arthur pulled her down for cover. “(Y/n)!” He yells as he pulls her down for cover. She looks over at him and he could see anger in her eyes. “What?” She growled. “Ya need to think straight. The last thing Annabeth needs is to lose her mother.“ Arthur explained and (y/n)’s eyes soften a bit at this. "Remember, the plan here is to find the kids and bring them home. I’ll handle the rest.” He said and (y/n) looks down, thinking for a moment, then let’s out a sigh before she nods at him.

That’s when Dutch and Hosea were able to get to the front door and Dutch kicks the door in.

"Get in there! Find Jack and Annebeth! And find that Braithwaite woman!” Dutch shouts and they all run into the manor. “Jack, can you hear me?” John calls out. “Annebeth! You here?” (Y/n) calls out as they look through the rooms. “Where are you?” John calls out as Arthur goes to another room.

“Jack! Annebeth! You two in here?” Arthur called out as he goes to open the door. Once he opens it, a man pops up and aims a gun at him. Quickly, Arthur aims his revolver and shoots the man in the head.

“Arthur, get up here and give us a hand!” Dutch’s voice calls out from upstairs and Arthur heads up there as John and (y/n) comes up and follows. They get to the second floor and down the hall and see Hosea and Dutch in front of a door on the right.

“Barricaded…this must be where they’re holed up…There’s something…pushed up against it…” Hosea said as he and Dutch try to open the door. “Open the damn door!” Dutch shouts but then they heard gunshots and they duck down to avoid the bullets.

“Shit! John, Arthur, (y/n), we’ll hold them down here.” Dutch said and at that moment they hear Charles shout. “We got more coming in!” John and (y/n) run out the door towards the balcony and begin to fire at the reinforcements, Arthur follows closely behind them.

“Look out, more coming from the right!” John shouts and Arthur goes over to him and shoots as (y/n) stayed at the front and fired at the oncoming threat. 

Few minutes later, the remaining Braithwaites started to get overwhelmed and began running. “Looks like they’re running!” (Y/n) shouts as she goes over to the right and comes up to Arthur and John. “Good. Now, let’s find a way into that room.” Arthur said as he and John goes to this door on the right of them.

“One…Two…Three…” John counts down and he and Arthur break down the door while (y/n) had her gun ready. Once the door breaks, they see two men inside and they go to aim and fire but with the combination of John, Arthur and (y/n)’s firepower…these men didn’t stand a chance.

They fall over on the floor and Dutch and Hosea were able to break in and walk into this large bedroom. They go over to this closet and open it, revealing Catherine Braithwaite. “You want me to kill you too, old woman?” Dutch asked, threatening, as he pulls her out of the closet and pushes her up against the wall of the room.

“You bastards.” She exclaims, angrily. “Where are the children?” Hosea asked her, firmly, as Dutch has his gun aimed under her chin. “We have lived in this house for a hundred and twenty years. We never had no problems ’cept for Yankees.” Catherine yells.

“Where’s the boy and the girl? Who took them?” Hosea asked again but Catherine wouldn’t reply to that question. “You killed my sons.” she shouts. “Oh, and I will surely kill the rest of them…unless you start talking.” Dutch said and Catherine glares at him. “Oh, I know your type. Common scum.” she spat at him and he leans in closer to her in a threatening manner.

“Where are the kids?” Dutch asked in a threatening tone. “You filth.” she spat at him and this angers Dutch and also John and (y/n). (Y/n) clenched her fists at this and Arthur took notice of this, he places a hand on her shoulder and shakes his head at her once she looks at up at him.

“Alright, we get her outta here.” Dutch said as he grabs Catherine. “And what about them?” Arthur asked as he gestures towards the dying men on the floor. Dutch then turns his gun to the men and shoots them, killing them, which made Catherine scream out in despair and grief.

“Let’s get this hag outside.” Dutch said as he drags her out of the room. John and Hosea follow while Arthur and (y/n) share a look before they walk out of the room as well. "Any more of her sons to deal with?“ Dutch asked. "Nope, reckon they’re all dead.” Arthur replied then Catherine screams out. “Nooo! No!”

She holds onto the railing of the stairs but Dutch yanks her away and drags her down the stairs. “That’s right, burn this dump to the ground!” Dutch said as Hosea and John torches the house. “You boys sure Jack and Annebeth ain’t in here?” Dutch asked as they make it down the stairs.

“We searched everywhere, Dutch.” Hosea informs as Dutch throws Catherine on the floor and she crawls on it as the building starts to catch on fire. “I guess that’s the end of the damn cribbage game.” Hosea said as Catherine crawls away from Dutch. “Yeah…” Dutch mutters then he turns to Catherine. “…come here…There you go.” He said as he grabs her, puts her on his shoulder and carriers her out for the manor. 

“You damn yankee.” she yells. “There you go.” Dutch said as he puts her on the ground in front of the manor then puts a gun to her head. “I never liked you.” Catherine said to Hosea as everyone gathers around her. “Why’d you take the kids, Mrs. Braithwaite? Boys and girls are off limits.” Hosea said and Catherine looks up at them in anger. “You stole my liquor. You stole my horses. Ain’t no rules in war, Mr…”

“Matthews.” Hosea said, finishing her sentence. “Yes…yes, that’s it.” Catherine grumbles and Hosea kneels down to her. “Where’s the kids?” he asked again and she turns around and sits up, glaring at the gang. “My sons gave them to Angelo Bronte. So my guess is Saint Denis. Either there…or on the boat to Italy.” She replied and (y/n)’s heart dropped at this while Hosea stands back up.

’Let’s go.“ He said and he and John walks off. Dutch starts to walk away while (y/n) looks down at the ground. Arthur places his hands on her shoulder again and she looks at him, her eyes filling with tears. "Arthur, (y/n), come on!” Dutch calls out and Arthur looks down at Catherine, who was sobbing as she looks at her house being engulfed in flames.

“What we doing with her?” Arthur asked as he gestures to the old woman. “Leave her.” Dutch said and Arthur takes (y/n)’s hand and leads her away. “I told you she was crazy.” Hosea said as they leave Catherine Braithwaite in front of her burning house and the corpses of her sons. Driven mad, she runs back to the mansion as the gang slowly walks away towards their horses.

Minutes later, they make it back to the camp and they dismount their horses and started to walk into the camp to let the others know what happened. But Arthur and (y/n) stay back a bit as Arthur turns to her. “You okay?” Arthur asked (y/n), softly. (Y/n) stops and stands there for a moment then slowly raises her head to him.

Arthur felt his heart break as teardrops fall on her cheeks. “Arthur…” she said, her voice breaking, then she lowers her head and he pulls her into an embrace. She begins to sob and he places a hand on her head and run his fingers through her hair as he tries to calm her.

“It’s okay…it’s okay…we’ll get her back.” Arthur whispers as he holds her. “I just want our baby back.” She cries and Arthur was taken aback by this. He was shocked that (y/n) called Annebeth our baby and not her baby. He almost wanted to ask her about that but he didn’t think it was appropriate right now.

She was distraught and needed him there for her, so he hugs her tighter as she sobs into his chest. Arthur thinks to himself how he’ll bring Annabeth back even if it’s the last the thing he’ll do and make those who dare lay a hand on her pay.

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