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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 25
“And then maybe I should add a love triangle somewhere in the middle right?”
“Oh I don’t know. Those are outdated and cliche if you ask me”
Mary-Beth was telling you about this new love story she was planning to write and she needed your input.
When you told her that love triangles were played out nowadays she looked a little disappointed in your answer.
“Oh but it’s your story Mary-Beth you put whatever you want. Just don’t expect me to take a liking to it” you put your arms up
Mary-Beth slapped your arm and went back to her writing.
“Oooh Y/n have I got some news for you” Lenny approached and he looked excited. Then again, he was pretty young and had his whole life ahead of him. It was normal for him to be excited about many things.
“So I was talk in’ around with the colored folk of Rhodes and there was talk of a place with lots weapons”
You raised your eyebrow and sipped your coffee.“Don’t we already got enough of that?”
“And money” Lenny added rubbing his fingers together.
You immediately shot up upon hearing that.
“Arthur let’s go!”
Arthur had just came back from a fishing trip but you were sure he wouldn’t back down on some money.
“Huh where we goin’?”
“I don’t really know myself but Lenny hear said there’s talk of money and weapons somewhere ain’t that right Leonard?”
“That’s right Arthur we better hurry before someone else gets it” Lenny said racing to his horse.
“Now hold on. You said there was TALK of there being money. How you know them folks wasn’t just gossiping?”
“What’s gossip worth if it’s free?” you asked.
Arthur just sighed and shook his head “She’s got a point” he whispered to himself, climbing back up on his horse after tying it up not even 5 minutes ago.
-
After a good ride and a witty conversation you guys finally made it to a place called Shady Belle. Lenny suspected those were where the guns were especially since there people guarding the place despite it looking abandoned.
“Well Lenny looks like someone did make it here before us”
“Well we can take care of this easy peasy” Arthur said pulling out his Bolt Action from his horse pouch.
You guys were able to take out the guards no problem just like Arthur said. Your main concern though is if the merchandise got caught within the gunfire.
You were searching beyond the dead bodies for the guns. Or the money. Or both. Before coming across a wagon with a box. You lifted up the lid and found a pile of brand new rifles.
“Thank god for black people” you whispered shaking your head.
“What was that? You found the guns?” Arthur came behind you.
“Yup. Anybody order a dozen fresh rifles?” You said holding the gun up.
“Perfect let’s take these back to Dutch!” Lenny clapped his hands.
-
“Arthur, Y/n, you’ve done it again” Hossa chuckled looking at the guns “and of course you did a fine job Lenny”
“Arthur come on let’s go. Me and Micah are on our way to this O’Driscoll hide out, you need to come with us” dutch came around already ordering Arthur as soon as he can me back”
“Uh ok. You comin Y/n?”
“Nah I think I’ll just stay here. Been a long day”
Arthur squeezed your hand and went off with dutch and Micah.
-
Arthur had gone to the hideout several hours ago. The sun was already down.
“I swear to god Hosea if something doesn’t come up soon I’m gonna lose my mind”
“Just calm down. Come on. This Arthur we’re talking about. The boy’s too damn stubborn to get himself killed” The older man tried to calm you. “now he might fuck around and fall off a cliff but someone actually taking Arthur Morgan’s life? They’d have to be Hercules”
Hosea rubbed your shoulders to try and calm you down.
But then you saw Dutch.
“Where is he? You better tell me something I swear to god”
“Now just listen-“ he began.
“Don’t tell me to just listen where’s Arthur?”
“Well.. they got him”
Your immediately dropped to your ankles.
“Now when he says that. He doesn’t mean death. It’s just that they literally have him… like hostage” Micah explained.
“Oh my god” you said in disbelief but quickly turned to anger. “And where were you huh!?” You started hitting Dutch’s chest while tears were spilling from your eyes.
“Y/n I promise we’ll look for him later it’s just too risky now” he tried to calm you.
You were feeling a little weak from all the stress so you just had to sit down. But that did not mean that you caught any rest.
You had no idea how late it was in the night but you were sure the sun would be coming up anytime soon.
That’s when you heard the sound of a horse in the distance. You looked off into the trees a silhouette. Just from his shadow alone you could tell it was Arthur.
“Arthur!”
He came into camp and as soon as he got off the horse he collapsed.
“Arthur came back! He needs help!”
Everyone came rushing out to help you get him up onto his bed.
“God I’m sorry dear boy. I’m so sorry”
“It’s too late for apologies Dutch, look at him!”
You rubbed the side of Arthur’s face lovingly “are you ok? Please tell me didn’t hurt you too bad”
He just nodded his head and leaned into your touch, too tired to speak.
-
Arthur had recovered from his injuries and the gang was back to normal.
You saw him looking off to the distance with some coffee in his hand when you approached him.
“Arthur?”
“Hey there darlin’. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your cheek”
“You feel better?”
“Yea. I really appreciate you staying by my side during my healing process. Meant a lot to me”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“It’s just- you’ve always cared so much for me. I’ve known you almost my whole life and we’ve always looked out for each other. I guess what I’m tryna say is.. I appreciate you”
“Yea you just said that you fool” you slapped his chest.
“No i- shit..”
Arthur put the journal back in his satchel and pulled out something else. It was a ring. And it had a beautiful diamond on it.
“I wasn’t sure how I was gonna do this but here I am. Y/n, will you make me the happiest man ever by being my wife so that I can have you for the rest of my life?”
“Arthur..” you couldn’t believe this is happening. I mean you always knew you were gonna marry Arthur but this was just so surreal to you. You looked into his eyes to see if he was being for real. And he was.
“Yes Arthur I’ll be your wife”
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 24
When Arthur came back he made a signal to follow him.
“I know we were planning to leave Micah in strawberry but Dutch wants us to go get him”
“Oh my god-“ you threw your hands up getting ready to complain before Arthur interrupted.
“Trust me I know which is why I’m bringing you with me because if it was just me I would just kidnap someone who looks like Micah and pray Dutch doesn’t notice”
Upon you and Arthur’s arrival to strawberry you hear the sound of Micah’s voice coming from behind the jail.
“Oh my god Morgan am I glad to see you-“ Micah began to feel hopeful having seeing Arthur before he noticed you were behind him “oh godammit did you have to bring your filly with you? You just can’t go anywhere without him can you y/n?”
“Yea never mind arthur let’s just go with that plan of yours” you whispered in his ear.
He just patted your shoulder before micah instructed him to blow up the wall that was containing him.
Upon hearing the explosion every single lawmen residing in the town of Strawberry came running out.
“Godamnit Bell!” You yelled.
While you and Arthur tried to hold fight the police off Micah headed to a shack to retrieve his guns.
“Arthur this will be my first and last time saying this but I thank you. Y/n, you’ve been promoted from bitch to wrench. I’ll see you two at camp”
And with that he rode off.
-
Back at camp you were playing dominoes with young Lenny.
“Y/n do you think we could go to town and do something. I’m getting tired of just lying around and washing clothes”
“Ooh so you’re ready to get promoted to gunslinger? I know how you feel. When I was just a little girl I always wanted to go out and cause trouble with the guys”
You put on your hat and started making your way to the horses.
“Pearson me and Ms. Adler are going out!”
“What? I thought you and Morgan were going strong again?”
“Not like that you dimwit. Do you need anything from the store?”
Pearson gave you a shopping list with supplies for the camp and a letter he needed to be mailed. You thought it’s be best to take the wagon since the list Pearson gave you wasn’t so short.
“So how you been holdin up? You ready to rat the gang out and collect our bounties yet?”
“Nah it ain’t so bad here. But if I were to turn you guys in I think I’d spare you” Sadie laughed.
When you and Sadie made it to the general store she was ready to pull her gun out.
“Put that thing away are you stupid?” You hissed.
“I thought we was outlaws?”
“No. I’m an outlaw. And until you learn how to use that thing properly you’re just a girl who cleans up and complains around camp” you lowered her gun.
“My my… and here I thought you’d be on my side. Well now I think I might as well just turn you in with the rest of ���em”
You were gonna say something put decided to keep your mouth shut. You didn’t have time for arguing especially since you wanted to just get back and be with Arthur.
When you returned to the horse you found Sadie had changed out of that dress and into a proper gunslinger outfit.
“Well?” She asked.
“You remind me of myself when I was younger” you shook your head “maybe a little less dramatic but that’s a story for another time”
-
You and Sadie had just made it back and dinner was being served.
You saw Arthur and John sitting around a table with drinks in their hands laughing about something so you went to join them.
“Oh Y/n. You won’t believe it so when you and Adler were out me and John went to rob a stagecoach for fun-“ Arthur started.
“and then when” John continued before Arthur shut him down. “No let me tell the story it’ll be funnier that way”
“You’re just gonna make me look bad” he whined.
“Anyway the couple inside the stagecoach just wouldn’t open up the door and so we ripped the door open and they were on top of each other naked! And when John saw the girl without her clothes on and shrieked and fell to the floor!” Arthur fell into a heap of laughter, banging the table in front of him.
“Damn John even when you have a child you’re still not used to seeing a girl naked?” You asked going to sit on Arthur’s lap.
“Shut your mouth!” John went up to grab another beer.
“How are ya darlin’” Arthur asked after calming down.
“Good. I think we oughtta get Sadie some guns she’s got no use being cooped up here”
“Whatya mean?”
“As soon as we went inside the general store she was immediately ready to rob the cashier. I’m telling you Arthur, she yearns for it”
The broad man just laughed and began kissing on your neck.
“Arthur?” you dragged his name out.
You could tell by the way he was chuckling to himself he was obviously drunk. You decided it was time for him to go to bed. It was time for you too.
You got up from his lap and grabbed his hand.
“Noooot so fast sugar. You know what I want” he protested.
“I know and I’ll give it to you as long as you promise to follow me”
You gently lead him to your shared tent and on to the cot. And just as you hoped Arthur knocked himself out as soon as he hit the bed.
You took off his boots and then yours. Not bothering to change into anything appropriate for sleep you curled into his side and drifted off.
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 23
A/N: y’all I do NOT know when this whole fic will be done but TRUST it will eventually
“So when are you going to ask her?”
You were still pestering Javier about his silly crush on Tilly.
“Dios mio” he whispered under his breath. “I told you that’s just ain’t happening. I don’t care how much advice you give me, which by the way your advice sucks”
“Do you even hear yourself? I’m a woman Javier. The tips I’m giving you are authentic because I know how we work”
“Sometimes I wonder if you really are one”
“You better not be giving her a hard time” Arthur approached you and Javier sitting at the table.
“She’s the one bothering me! Please Arthur take her into the woods or something”
“Well I actually came to ask y/n if she wanted to come fish with me and Jack”
“Oh Jack wants to go fishing! Well of course I’ll come” you stood up. “After all we can’t trust you to try and teach something to someone by yourself” Arthur just rolled his eyes. “Because who knows you might try to drown them or knock them on their head or-“
“That’s enough!” Arthur stopped you.
-
“Auntie y/n is coming!” Jack asked happily.
“Yes I am because your uncle here is a fool”
“When can we go back to blackwater?”
“Well we’re not. We have to stay here for now”
“Oh.. it’s just that I left a story book there”
“It’s ok I’ll get you a new one. An even longer one since you’ve surely improved on your reading”
Arthur decided on a spot to do the fishing and you all stood on a riverbank.
It was so nice to see Arthur interact with jack. You always wondered how would be with a child of your own. You wondered what Arthur even thought about the idea of children. You know how hard it was for Abigail since she was raising a baby in a gang. Seeing that made you swear to yourself you would never have a child unless it’s somewhere quiet and peaceful. Like a cabin in the woods where it’s just you and Arthur in solace. But you just didn’t know how much Arthur would like that.
“Let at this necklace I made for mama!” Jack held up a handmade necklace with flowers on it.
“Oh that’s so good Jack! I think you have real talent. Maybe you could use that talent in the future”
“Yea! I’ll make you one too y/n!”
“What a fine young man” you heard a voice from behind you.
It was agent Milton.
“Arthur Morgan and y/n… Morgan? I don’t think you two are even wed yet even with that boy you two share”
“He ain’t ours” Arthur pushed you and Jack behind him.
“We’re looking for Dutch Van der Linde. And we’re more than sure you know where he is”
“Dutch? We ain’t seen him in months”
“We got reports of a train robbery and the description was pretty spot on. That silver tongued devil you follow is not nearly as sly as you think”
“We don’t know nothing about that”
Agent Milton studied Arthur’s face then looked at you and then Jack.
“Fair warning boy. I’ll dispose of these outlaws soon”
Milton went back on his horse.
“Who were they?” Jack asked.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just head back”
When you got back to camp and returned Jack to his mama you turned to Arthur.
“Arthur what’s going on. That’s bad news ain’t it?”
“I know just stay calm I’ll talk to Dutch and y/n let’s just keep this between us”
Arthur went inside Dutch’s tent “Dutch we got a problem. Some pinkertons found us down the river and was questioning us. I know we’ve been hounded down before but this is different- Dutch we… they were to close to the camp”
“I know my boy but all we’re going to do is wait. They expect us to do something foolish”
“Wait for what? Listen I saw this nice place in Clemens point. We should relocate there and everything would be fine. Why wait here for the pinkertons to rope us all up?”
“First off we have to get Micah first- and Arthur I know how you feel about him but we really need him here. Desperately”
Arthur just walked out of Dutch’s tent shaking his head.
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 22
Warning: Smut
��I’m ready to get outta this damn snow!” You complained.
“There’s a lot of things I can do dear girl, but changing the weather is not one of them” Dutch explained.
You could hear Abigail begging Arthur to go and look for John.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Micah killed him before he got back here” you half joked.
“You got a problem with me girl?” Micah threatened.
“Yea I do-“
“Well no one gives two shits about you bitchin’ and moanin’ about whatever it is you bitch and moan about behind my back”
“You watch your damn mouth!” Arthur growled.
“Woah there cowpoke. Just because you’re fucking her don’t mean you gotta get aggressive”
“The nerve of all three of you!” Hosea yelled. “One of our members are stuck out there and we need to bring them back. Y/n and Arthur you go with Javier to retrieve John. Micah sit down and leave everyone alone”
“Hey to be fair that bitch came at me first. If she never said anything we wouldn’t have a problem” Micah put his hands up.
You went to lung at him but Arthur held you back and dragged you outside with Javier behind.
“Some morning huh?” He chuckled.
“Exactly! It’s literally 7 in the morning! The day just started and he’s already starting shit”
-
“This way. Last I know, John was headed up the river” Javier lead.
You guys made it up a mountain and started calling for him.
Not long after you found John on a ledge.
“Little John” you greeted him.
“Look can you just make fun of me later so we can get the hell outta here?”
You and Javier helped John onto Arthur’s shoulder and walked to the horses.
From the corner of your eyes you could notice a pack of wolves coming down the mountain.
“I got it” you took out your shotgun and shot the wolves while the boys got John on a horse.
“Y’know John we ought a put a whistle on you for whenever you get lost from the gang” you joke.
“Or when you try to run away again” Arthur includes.
“Y’all will never let me live that down will you?”
“It was a dick move John”
“And I apologized for it. Besides didn’t you say you two would work on each other?” John referred to you and Arthur working on your relationship.
“Just go to sleep Marston”
Blackwater
“Josiah Trelawny” you greeted Trelwany who was laying on his stomach looking at the prison in front of him. A few of us were in blackwater now ready to get Sean back.
“Ike skelding’s boys are moving him to a camp nearby”
You all came up with a plan to just go to the camp and get Sean while Josiah makes a distraction.
“How’s the family Josiah?” Arthur asked.
“Not too bad. What about you? We’re around the same age yet you’re not even married”
“Well I guess there’s a time for everything”
Josiah went down to make his distraction while you, Arthur and Javier went up the mountain taking out the guards.
Finally you got to Sean Maguire. You cut him loose and untied his hands.
“Miss y/n. Still as pretty as a picture”
“Oh don’t let Molly hear you say that”
“But it’s true. Or are you just saying that because Charles is here and you don’t want to make him jealous” Sean was aware of your past relationship because the girls in the gang love to gossip “was it Charles or Arthur? I always get them mixed up”
“Sean there’s nothing that means more to me than this gang. It’s the realest thing to me. I would kill for it and I would happily die for it” Arthur put his hand on the young man’s shoulder “but I would’ve left you here to rot if Charles hadn’t stopped me”
“I don’t believe a word of that”
Then Sean just went on about how Arthur was a good man. Of course Arthur denied it. You hated how Arthur would talk to himself sometimes it really made you upset because of how much he meant to you.
“Alright you all go on back to camp. Me and y/n will catch up” Arthur sent them.
“Come on Arthur what are we doing harboring an O’Driscoll?” You demanded to know why Arthur had bring back an O’Driscoll boy named Kieran Duffy “and to put more salt in the wound, our newest girl hates O’Driscolls”
“Well that’s great maybe you and her can play pin the donkey with him”
“Pin the donkey?”
“Yea. Y’know cause he’s Irish and you can pin him with a knife- oh forget it”
“No Arthur it was just a bad pun. If you can even call it that”
“It wasn’t bad you just need everything to be explained to you”
Back at camp
Sean was finally back and everything was the same again. He was telling some stupid joke that didn’t even make sense but you didn’t care. Sean was naturally funny and that’s why you enjoyed having him around.
Everyone was having a good time and you saw Javier sitting at a table writing something.
“What’s that Javier?”
“Nothing!”
You looked and saw a quick glance of his paper. All the words were written in Spanish but you saw Tilly’s name a few times.
“Are you writing about Tilly”
“Hey” he looked around “let’s just keep this between us ok?”
“Oh my god you’re writing poetry? I never knew you were sweet on her”
“No one can know. It’s already embarrassing enough”
“Let me help you. I’ll go tell her to give you a chance right now”
“No!” He grabbed your arm “you can’t say anything especially to her. Promise me”
“Ok fine” you stuck your pinky out.
“I don’t get it what’s with the pinky?”
“You’re supposed to link yours with mine. To seal a promise”
“Must be an American thing” he shrugged and linked his pinky with yours.
“But I won’t forget about this. We’ll talk later”
You got up to look for Arthur. You haven’t seen him the whole night. You just found him in his cot writing in his journal as usual.
Before the Blackwater incident, Mary-Beth had suggested Arthur try journaling since he didn’t like talking about his problems he could just write them down.
“Arthur” you made your presence known.
“Hey I’m just finishing up” you looked to see him drawing a picture of a wolf. Identical to the one we saw on the mountain.
“I don’t know how you’re so good at this”
“Me neither. But it’s really calming” he closed his book and set it aside.
“You really think we could make it back to blackwater and get that money?”
“Hell no. But lord knows Dutch won’t dare forget about it. I just wish I could’ve saved a little some of it for the gang”
“It’s not just your fault we were all there”
“No I should’ve done something. I don’t know… nowadays I just kinda feel useless. You know how back in the day I used to be this gang’s most useful asset. Now I’m like a firefighter helping people get outta mess”
“It’s not like that. People just trust you is all”
“You even heard Josiah. I ain’t married yet. Do you think.. maybe we’ve been wasting our lives with this?” He said referring to the gang.
“No. I mean we’re all a family and we have each other. You don’t have to marry people to live your life. And that’s coming from a woman”
“There’s just this clock inside me that’s been ticking ever since. Like I need to discover something soon”
You stopped him and kissed him on the lips.
He looked at you in the eyes and you stared back.
He grabbed your jaw and kissed you this time.
“I could feel a clock ticking too. I’m done beating around the bush with you Arthur”
You slammed your lips on his again.
“Let’s go someplace else”
He led you into the forest away from the party.
You walked to a tree and leaned your back against it. Arthur stared at you like you were his meal and walked slowly towards you.
He grabbed your hips and pulled them to his and he began softly kissing your neck.
“I missed this. I missed you so much”
He pulled took off his jacket and laid it on the floor for you to lay on. He climbed on top of you and kissed you once again and grabbed your hand.
“I don’t want you to think about Charles” he whispered from the crook of your neck.
“What?”
“When I’m making love to you. I want you to forget how Charles ever did it”
“Me and Charles never had sex”he lifted his head to look at you “you’re the only man who’s ever touched me Arthur”
This made Arthur incredibly happy. He would literally be kept up at night thinking about the chance that Charles probably had you but he didn’t. “Me and Mary never did it either” he explained.
“I’m so glad”
You kissed him again and he pulled your dress up and you ran your fingers through his hair.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants just a bit to release his already growing member.
He aligned himself with you and you squeezed his hand. He pushed himself in and you both moaned at the same time.
“Oh Arthur I-“
Arthur couldn’t get his own words out neither. It’s been too long without each other.
Your body automatically knew how to respond to his. It’s like everything about him was engraved into your genetic code or something. His smell was everywhere. The noises he made filled your ears. The way he touched you sent shivers down your spine and all over.
He continued thrusting into your hot pussy and he finally was able to construct a conceivable phrase.
“I love you y/n. I really love you”
“I lov- I-“ you couldn’t even get it out before your orgasm came crashing down on you.
Arthur was not far behind.
You two were just laying there catching your breaths. He laid his forehead on yours and closed his eyes with his dick still deep inside of you. Cum spilling out of your pussy you didn’t care.
“Hey when was the last time you came before me?”
Your joke caused y’all to laugh and Arthur pulled you on top of him.
“Why are we such fools?” He whispered.
“We were just young”
“We’re you really in love with me back then?”
You took your head off his chest and looked at him.
“I loved you ever since that day we spent at the camp alone. I never stopped since then”
“I loved you ever since I saw you dance in that bar” you smacked his chest. “What I’m being honest”
“Let’s just stop fooling around and making ourselves miserable”
Arthur kissed your forehead again and began to sit up.
“I really don’t want the rest teasing us when we get back. Let’s hurry now”
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 21
Snow.
That’s all you could see for miles.
5 years had gone by and we’ve gained some people. Lost some people.
Made enemies and friends.
But like always we we’re on the move.
Ever since the Blackwater incident things have been chaotic. Sean was in jail. Jenny and Davey had died. Which was a shame because you really got along with Jenny.
Now we we’re just trying to find some place to settle in.
As we rode through the harsh winter we saw Arthur in the distance coming back from scouting the area for a place to stay.
“I found a place where we can get some shelter” he stated.
We followed him to an abandoned cabin he found and got everyone in. We laid Davey to rest and Dutch spoke up.
“It’s a tough storm out there but we’ve been through worse! We’ll stay here for a few days while we get back on track. Everyone stay warm and stay put. We ain’t done yet!”
He called Arthur over to follow him outside and Arthur looked at you like he wanted you to stay inside and get warm because he knew you wanted to go with him.
You walked over to Jack and sat next to him.
He was so big now. A curious 6 year old little man.
“Is pa gonna be okay?” The boy asked with a worried look in his eyes.
“Of course he is. Has he ever gone away and not come back before?”
“Well actually-“
“Shut up Uncle!” You silenced the man before he could continue.
You worried for John too but you knew he was tough. And Arthur would be able to get him.
After a while of settling in Arthur and Dutch had been gone for a long time until you heard Lenny yell.
“Hey somebody’s comin! Looks like it’s Dutch”
They brought back a crazed looking widow named Sadie Adler. You felt sorry for her. Her husband was killed by the O’Driscolls. He was the only family she had.
“Mister Morgan. We put you in a room over here” Miss Grimshaw showed him the way. “Miss y/n could you get Arthur some of that soup?”
“Yea” you got him some hot stew and took it to his room. “So you managed to find Micah but not John?”
“Trust me I ain’t happy neither” Arthur said taking off his coat. He sat down on the bed and took his bowl of soup “thank you”
“I just don’t understand why Dutch likes to keep him around. Son of a bitch pisses me off” you paced around a little awkwardly not knowing if you should sit next to him or not.
“Yea well. I trust that he sees something in him. Whatever it may be” he saw you pacing and patted the space next to him on the bed.
You sat down. “It’s just terrible what happened to Jenny and Davey. I feel bad for that Adler girl too”
“Yea but she’s feisty. I think she’ll last long” Arthur drunk the last of his soup from the bowl and wiped his mouth. “Just don’t wanna lose anymore people. Gettin’ tired of it”
“You’re not going anywhere are you?”
“Me? Course not. Are you?”
“Nah”
There was a silence.
“I don’t know what id do if I lost ya” Arthur said quietly.
You leaned your head on his shoulder and he leaned down to peck you on the forehead.
You immediately perked up at his action.
“I’m sorry that was wrong of me” Arthur quickly apologized. You two weren’t actually together again. You were just talking friendly.
“No it’s ok. I’m gonna go back”
“Yea”
“Goodnight Arthur”
“Goodnight y/n”
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 20
A/N: I'm sorry I've been inactive due to pure laziness so as an apology here's a long and satisfying chapter
“Alright good boy copper!”
It was your turn to take the dog on a walk and he managed to catch himself a rabbit. Despite you and Arthur splitting you still decided to keep the dog and take turns taking care of him.
When you got back to camp you could hear the loud cries of a baby.
Jack Marston, John and Abigail’s son was born 2 years ago. He’s a good kid but he can sure cry his heart out. Especially since John up and left us.
John’s explanation was that he thought the baby wasn’t his. Before he got Abigail pregnant she had already been with half the gang so it made him anxious. When the baby came out he couldn’t really tell who’s it was but as the days went on it started to look more and more not like him.
John is still pretty young but damn you thought having a baby would mature him a little.
“Hey Abigail you doing alright?” You stepped inside Abigail’s little tent.
“Does it look like it? The baby won’t shut up and his father ain’t even here. How am I supposed to do this alone?”
“You’re not alone”
“This baby needs his father!”
You took Jack from her arms and tried to rock him a little. Since you were still getting used to handling a baby you didn’t really know how to calm him down. He just kept on crying.
Abigail sighed and took him back.
“It’s ok y/n you shouldn’t have to. I just wish I wasn’t so careless. Even now Dutch and them look at me differently. The only ones who still treat me the same is the girls, you and Arthur. Y/n.. you and Arthur have known John way longer than I have. Can you please bring him back?”
You never really been on a job with Arthur ever since the break up so you really didn’t want to do this. But you were going to for your friend.
“Alright I’ll see what I can do”
You walked out the tent and let out the deep breath you were holding ever since Abigail mentioned Arthur’s name. God you wished he didn’t have such an effect on you.
You looked to see Charles heading your way.
“She ok?”
“Yea but she asked me to go with Arthur to try and find John”
“I could come with you guys”
“No you don’t have to. I know you're a good hunter but I don't know if that'll still apply to humans"
Charles sat you down and began massaging your shoulders.
“You’re so tense. I think you should rest up and go tomorrow. I saved you some food while you were gone”
“Thank you Charles” See Charles was nice but the thing is. You can’t stop thinking about Arthur. You just didn’t want to do anything about it because you didn’t want to break his heart.
“Speaking of Arthur I’m gonna go see what he wants. He was calling me earlier when I was busy so I’m gonna go check on him”
Charles walked over to the horses where he found Arthur feeding his horse.
“Arthur” Charles nodded.
“Charles! I was asking if you could teach me how to use that bow of yours. If you’d be so kind”
“Sure thing”
Charles handed Arthur his own bow and they went into the woods.
“Sorry about what happened between you and Mary”
“Yea it was never meant to be anyway”
“What makes you say that?”
“I dunno I guess things just weren’t in their right place. You ever feel like that sometimes?”
“Yea. Hey look. A boar”
The men ducked and quietly kneeled towards the beast.
“Oh Pearson will be happy with this one”
“Ok just put the arrow in the string and slightly draw it back. Not too much though”
Arthur drew the arrow and missed completely, scaring off the boar.
“Damn! It got away. I'm sorry my mind wasn’t clear”
“What’s wrong?”
“Just everything from y/n to Mary and John. This is exactly what I meant when I said everything isn’t in the right place”
“What about y/n?”
“Oh don’t play dumb you kno- oh that’s right… you don’t know”
Charles stopped what he was doing and raised his brow.
“Well I didn’t wanna be the one to tell ya this partner but before you joined us we had some history”
“She never told me that”
“I mean there's nothing between us now but I can’t lie. I think about her a lot. Even with Mary, I only got with her to try and forget about what we once had”
“You still love her?”
“Listen that don’t matter. You two are in love now and that’s it”
“I’m not sure about that. Even when me and y/n are together it never feels like she’s really there. And whenever we talk she somehow always makes the topic about something that has to do with you. I didn’t want to believe it then but I guess I always had a feeling there was something between you two”
“I’m sorry. Let’s just go back”
“No it’s fine. Just let me know how you feel about her and I’ll leave you two alone. And be honest”
“Well.. I only ever talked about this with Dutch and Hosea. We first met and got together when we were just kids. She was my first everything. God we were so young and stupid. We’ve been through a lot of things together. Done a lot of things together… said a lot of things. But like I said that don’t matter no more. You two are gonna have a baby and that’ll be the end of whatever we had”
“Baby? What the hell are you talking about?”
“When you guys were in town. I heard you talking about a baby in the store”
Charles couldn’t help but bend over laughing with his hands on his stomach.
“No Arthur you got it all wrong. We were talking about Abigail’s baby”
“Oh” Arthur scratched his neck “well now I feel stupid”
“Not to be mean but you really are an idiot. If you love that girl so much then go get her. I’m sure she still loves you”
“What about you?”
“Forget about me. I’d want her to be with the man she really wants”
Arthur just shook his head “Man you really are different from everyone else here. How’d a guy like you even end up with guys like us?”
“Sometimes I wonder that myself”
By the time Arthur and Charles made it back it was already dark.
“She’s most likely sleeping now so you might as well go in the morning”
“Thanks again Charles”
Morning
You walked out your tent to get some coffee and sat down next to Charles.
“Hi” you kissed him on the cheek.
“Y/n can I talk to you?”
“Yea what’s up?”
“Arthur told me all about you two and I realize now that I’ve been holding you back. I heard your story and you two really belong to each other. Because you’re both idiots”
You just had a blank stare and started laughing a little.
“Aw man. No, you’re right. I’m sorry for all this Charles. This whole thing has been a mess”
“Don’t dwell on it too much. I just think everything should go back to how it used to be. John should be back and you and Arthur should be together again. Even when you aren’t together you still compliment each other perfectly”
“Thank you Charles” you got up and hugged him.
You heard Arthur call your name from the horses for you to get ready and ride off.
“Ok I gotta go now I guess I’ll see you when I get back”
“Yea. And bring that other idiot back with you. It’s not the same without hearing the banter between him and Abigail”
You walked. No you power walked to where Arthur was. Now that everything was resolved you were happy to be around him again. Well almost everything was resolved. You still had to deal with Mary. Still you’d find your way around that soon enough.
Arthur had a smug smile when you approached him. “Hey troublemaker”
“You call me the troublemaker? Get real Morgan. Weren’t you the one who got John stuck in that O’Driscoll camp?”
“Who was the one who thought it’d be a good idea to shoot at birds deep in the night?”
“Who was the one who decided to burn the tent down trying to boil WATER”
“So we’re not gonna talk about that one time you almost led an actor to suicide?”
“No that was you! Don’t put that on me!”
“But you definitely made a contribution”
“Ok fine we’ll call it even”
-
“So I heard some people saying that there was a man who was camping out at the woods taking bounties”
“Yea that sounds like him. Come on”
You got off your horses and walked into the nearby town with the witnesses.
You saw a woman hanging out her clothes to dry and Arthur kicked his boot up on her wash bucket to greet her. Is he trying to show off or?
“Excuse me ma’am. Have you seen a dirty man bout yay tall” he put his hand up to his chin to show a poor demonstration of John’s height “he’s dirty and smells like dog”
“Oh you know what we should’ve gotten Copper to track him down that would’ve been easier” You explained.
Arthur lowered his head and sighed. “Listen can you just tell us where he is?”
“Well folks said he was gettin’ rough in that bar over there. I wouldn’t recommend gettin’ him riled up though I heard he bites people” The woman responded
You and Arthur just laughed. “Thank you ma’am. Let’s go”
“Y’know I never got the chance to tell you this but I’m happy for you and Mary”
“Me and Mary ain’t together no more”
“REALLY? I mean- really?? Why what happened?”
“Just didn’t feel right” he looked at you.
When you two entered the bar you already heard a ruckus.
“I told you my name ain’t John Marston. It’s Rip Van Winkle!”
“And I told you I don’t serve criminals. This is your wanted poster right here ain’t it?” The bartender pulled out the bounty and John let out a noise you could only identify as shock.
“That’s uh- that’s not me”
“Oh that’s him alright” you spoke up.
John slowly turned around with a scowl on his face.
“What are you two doing here?”
“What are YOU doing here?”
“Listen I don’t care what y’all have to say I’m not coming back”
“Abigail is really struggling without you and you’re just out here getting drunk without a care in the world“
“Y/n I put all my heart into caring for Abigail when she was pregnant. Now I come to find out that the baby ain’t even mine. It looks like it could be Dutch’s”
“Does that even matter? I thought you loved her”
“And I thought she loved me!”
“Alright I’ve had enough” Arthur came and grabbed John by the ear “yer coming back with us ya hear? You need to grow up and be a man!”
Arthur dragged him outside with you behind them and you were found surrounded by the police.
“I told you it’s them. Arthur Morgan, Y/N L/N, and John Marston all lined up!” The bartender slipped away while y’all were talking and got the law here.
“Well I’ll be damned” one of them tipped their hat. “Alright all of you come nice and easy now”
“What do we do?” You looked at Arthur.
“Just comply” he put his hands up and you and John followed.
IN JAIL
Now you three idiots were sitting looking dumb in jail. Now you finally realized why you three got that nickname. After all, before John came it used to be the two idiots. Me and Arthur. It makes you wonder. When Jack grows up is he gonna be a new addition to this unruly group of dimwits?
“I really thought she loved me” John muttered.
“She does John” you walked over to his side and put a hand on his back “and if you think she didn’t love you back then she has to now after all you’ve done for her. And to be honest, she’s not the only one who needs you. We need you. Including Arthur”
“Nah don’t bring me into this” Arthur asserted. “But y/n’s right. Some people in the camp need you”
You nudged his arm. “Ok I need you too from time to time”
“What the hell do you two know about love anyway? It’s not like you ever made it work out with each other. When we first met you two was like Romeo and Juliet and now it's all messed up. Arthur has Mary and you have Charles”
“Well actually..” you started.
“We kinda got..” Arthur continued.
“Dumped” you both said in unison.
Immediately John’s face brightened.
“So you two are going strong again!?” He said with a smile.
“We never said that-“ Arthur started.
“We’re just open now” you finished.
“Oh come on. You two are literally finishing each other’s sentences. Maybe if you two get back together then my mind will be convinced that me and Abigail can get back together too”
“Or how about if you go back to camp now then maybe me and Arthur will think about it”
“Alright”
Arthur looked at you and smiled, happy that you were ready to try again.
“Hey buddy!” You called out to the sheriff keeping watch of you three and handed him a 20 dollar bill. “Come on I know you want it”
The sheriff took the dollar and released you then shut the door when John and Arthur tried to walk out.
“What the hell?”
“She was the only one who gave me the 20 so she’s the only one who gets to leave”
They rolled their eyes and put the money into his hands and they were released.
Back at camp
Everything was back to normal now. John was back. Everyone was happy and you didn’t have to worry anymore.
You sat by a lake with Copper right next to you until you heard Arthur come up behind you.
“I ain’t bothering you am I?”
“No”
He sat down next to you and started petting Copper. “So we’re open now huh?”
“How would you explain it?” You laughed.
“I don’t know. All I do know is that I was a fool to try and get with Mary when I was the one who broke up with you. Are you mad at me?”
“A little”
“I understand. I don’t expect you to forgive me but I’m sorry”
Copper stood up to lay across you and Arthur’s legs.
You two looked at each other.
“Do you forgive me y/n?”
You put your hand on top of Arthur’s and he knew his answer.
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 19
Arthur chapter woooh
“How do I look? Should I pomade my hair?”
“You look fine Arthur. You actually look like a gentleman for once”
Arthur was going to meet Mary’s father and inform him of their engagement.
Mary took Arthur to her house to find Jamie sitting on the front porch.
“Arthur!” He ran up and hugged him.
“Hey buddy. You been good?”
“Uh huh! I been using that fishing technique that you taught me. But father said he don’t like me fishing because it’s a poor man’s game”
“Yea that sound like him”
The first time Arthur met Mary’s father he could already tell that he didn’t like Arthur’s lifestyle and the way he carried himself. That made him scared but still he toughened up.
“Father I’m home!” Mary called out.
He walked down the grand staircase and into the foyer. The Linton house always made Arthur feel anxious. The only times he was in big houses like these was if he was going to rob them. But now he was technically going to inherit this house once Mary’s father dies.
“Father you remember Arthur don’t you?”
“Of course I remember the rough and tough gunslinger. Tell me boy how much is your bounty now? Like 500 dollars?”
“2000 sir” Arthur answered with confidence.
“That was rhetorical..”
Arthur blushed and feared this was already going downhill.
“Well.. why don’t we all sit down for dinner?” Mary tried to brighten the mood.
The family sat down at the big dinner table with meals in front of them.
Arthur saw at least six utensils beside his plate and suddenly he forgot about proper dinner adequate. Mary taught him which forks to use but now all his memories were gone.
“So you said you had something to tell me?” Mary’s father spoke up.
“That’s right” Mary nudged Arthur’s arm and stood up with him.
“We’re getting married” they said in unison.
There was a silence for a bit.
“And you didn’t even think to ask me first Arthur?” her father asked.
“Uh.. was I supposed to?”
“It wasn’t out of disrespect daddy, he just didn’t know” Mary stepped in Arthur’s defense.
“Hmm. I wonder why..”
They sat back down and Arthur had already lost his appetite from embarrassment. He picked up his wine and just began swishing it around.
“You don’t like the food Arthur?”
“No it’s not that! I- I just need to see what it is”
Arthur pulled the top off the plate and saw a big lobster covered in whatever the hell rich people use to decorate their food.
Arthur knows what a lobster is. The thing is… he doesn’t know how to eat one.
Thankfully Mary’s father spoke up to Arthur with a question.
“So Arthur how do you plan to provide for my daughter as a husband now?”
“Just how I provide for myself”
“By killing and robbing people? Because I hope you know I won’t ever allow a criminal to sleep under the same roof as me. And I most certainly won’t allow one in the family to call a son”
“Well I’ll find another profession I suppose”
Arthur now had the urge to avoid the conversation more than the food in front of him. He picked up the lobster and just bit into the shell. Just then he realized he was supposed to take the meat out of the shell and then eat it but it was too late now. He just kept chewing the shell and pretended to find it normal.
“You know you’re not supposed to eat that part right?”
“Oh I know. My father always said the shell was rich in nutrients” Arthur lied.
When he was done chewing he spit the shell into the lid that was covering the food from earlier.
Somehow the silence became louder.
“Arthur that is a lid. Not a spittoon that you would see at a bar.”
“Let’s play some music it’s awfully quiet in here” Mary clapped and walked to the phonograph. “Who’s your favorite artist Arthur?” She immediately cursed herself for asking him that.
But in Arthur’s mind he was over the moon, finally being asked a question he could answer thoroughly.
“I very much adore the artist Van Gogh. Especially when he composed the song Mona Lisa. I think it was exquisite” he said with his hands together and legs crossed.
“Umm let’s just play Beethoven yes I think that’s good” Mary put the record and the song began to play.
Arthur went to reach for his glass of wine and accidentally knocked it over and spilled it all over her fathers suit.
“Oh shit- I mean shoot! I apologize”
Arthur grabbed the table cloth to clean the mess and pulled it making all the food off the table.
“Arthur I think it’s time for you to go. I’ve seen enough” Mary's father announced.
He walked out the dining area and Mary followed him.
“Arthur wait!”
“Why’d you ask me to come here? You knew I wouldn’t be able to impress your father. I feel like a damn fool!”
“I just thought maybe father would feel different about you if we were actually married”
“I think he actually was willing to give me a chance but I blew it”
“Why are you giving up so easily?”
“….”
“Arthur… you don’t really want to get married do you?”
“No it’s not-“
“I saw the way you looked at that girl at the store. You two must have history huh?”
“I-“ Arthur sat down on the couch and loosened his tie. “I’m sorry Mary. We should’ve never done this. Even when I’m with you I just can’t stop thinking about her. I mean she was my first for everything. I hope you understand” he looked up to see Mary standing there with her arms crossed and tears in her eyes.
“So that’s it. I was just a rebound? God I can’t believe I let myself fall in love with you” she stormed upstairs and slammed her bedroom door shut.
-Flashback-
“What does it say Arthur?”
Beatrice Morgan. Arthur’s mother was trying to read him a book. She pointed to the word ‘who’ and tried to get Arthur to sound it out.
“Wah?” A young nine year old Arthur responded.
“No baby that says ‘who’”
“Oh..”
“It’s ok. You’ll learn more as you go”
Arthur smiled at his mama and let her continue with the book.
As they were reading, Lyle, Arthur's father walked in their little cabin.
“Arthur I’m going down to the store you wanna come?”
“Yea!” Arthur hopped off his mothers lap and raced to his dad.
“Please don’t cause any trouble with Arthur. He’s still so young” Beatrice begged.
Lyle just looked at his wife with a certain look and walked out the door.
When they got to the store Arthur saw that his father’s hat was gone from his head.
“What happened to your hat pa?”
“That’s why I’m here. We’re getting a new one”
They walked over to the hat section and began scanning the selection.
Lyle felt a tug on his pants and looked down at his bright eyed son holding a black hat with a string around it.
“What about this one?”
“You got a good eye son”
Lyle bent down to Arthur’s level and let him put the hat on his head.
Then an outlaw burst inside the clothing store spooking everyone.
“Lyle Morgan you son of a bitch! You owe me 4 dollars!”
“Oh lay off Clyde. Can’t you see I’m with my son?”
“I don’t give a fuck about your son where’s my money?”
“I was actually gonna use it to buy this here hat”
Lyle slid four dollars to the cashier and purchased the hat.
The outlaw pulled out his gun but Lyle tackled him out the store and into the mud.
Arthur ran out to try and make out the situation.
The outlaw pulled Lyle under him and began smashing his face into the mud repeatedly.
“Stop it! You’re hurting him!” Arthur ran up to the outlaw and put his tiny hands on him “get off of him stop!”
He didn’t stop and Lyle just laid there taking the beating. He didn’t want his son to see him being the true ruthless murderer he could be.
The man eventually decided he had enough and stopped. “Go home to that bitch of yours and take your pussy of a son with you” he spat on Lyle.
Lyle stood up and brushed himself off and saw that his hat was knocked off his head. Arthur went over to pick it up.
He looked to see saw that his son was now crying over seeing him get hurt like that.
The young boy brushed off the hat and put it back on his father’s head.
Lyle smacked Arthur and he fell to the ground.
“What the fuck is wrong with you crying over me like that? You made me look like a damn fool. Stand up! Be a man!”
“He was gonna kill you”
“No he wasn’t. Damn. If you weren’t here I could’ve just handled it on my own”
"But pa!"
"It's best you shut up boy. You can see I'm already irritated"
When they got back to the cabin they walked in to find Beatrice on the floor.
“Mama!” Arthur ran over to his mother and Lyle came and pushed him away to check her pulse.
They ran to get the doctor and he said she had a unknown disease. He just suggested they let some blood out of her arm every 3 hours to get the disease out.
“Where are you going pa?”
“The gang is calling me I have to go. You stay here with your mother ya hear?”
Arthur stayed and did exactly what the doctor told him to. He stuck a needle in her arm every few hours to let the disease flow out that way but he found his mom was just getting paler each time he did it.
He ran to get the doctor again and the doctor just suggested that Arthur end her misery.
“No I can’t do that she’s my mom”
“Exactly. She’d want you to be the one to end her life”
Arthur looked at his mom. She was still breathing but just barely.
He took an extra gun he knew his father hid and shot his mother in the chest.
When Arthur’s father got back he found his wife with a bullet in her chest and his son sitting on a chair next to her bed with his head down.
“Oh nooo. Nooo!!”
Lyle started kicking and messing the whole house up while Arthur sat there crying and hugging his knees.
“You couldn’t even save your own mother! What kind of man are you!?”
2 years have gone by and Arthur doesn't see much of his father any more. He's mostly out with his gang and whenever he does come home it's never pretty.
Whenever Lyle looks at him he just gets upset and is met with the cruel reminder that his wife is forever gone.
This would of course send him in a rage from time to time where Arthur would have to learn to defend himself against his father's harsh beatings.
Some nights he would cry himself to sleep knowing that his father, the man he looked up to so much as a kid would never be the same again.
Arthur knew his life would also never be the same again. He had to learn to lie and steal just to feed himself since his father wouldn't do it. He had to learn to grow up fast all so suddenly.
While Arthur was out one day he had heard there was going to be a public execution at the town square and in his town, a public execution was like going to the theatre.
When he showed up there out of curiosity he was met with the cruel surprise that his very own dad was the one on display. Arthur knew that his dad was an outlaw. He knew he did bad stuff. He just never thought that one of these days he would actually get caught.
As he watched the noose tighten around his father's neck Arthur wanted so badly to beg the executioner to spare his life. But he came to the conclusion that maybe he wanted this. Maybe Arthur's dad was ready to happily die for his gang. He always remembered how no matter what, if the gang was calling him, Lyle would always go help them out. That was one thing Arthur always admired about him.
-Flashback end-
Arthur was smoking outside the Linton house and heard her father walk outside.
“I heard everything. I don’t you want you near my daughter again”
“I get that”
“I mean- how could you? Mary is such a lovable girl and you go and break her heart? She really loved you y’know?”
Arthur just continued puffing on his cigarette.
“Part of this makes me happy though. I’m not glad you made her cry but I’m glad you don’t have to be in this family now. You’d just make us look bad anyway. You’re a disgrace” Mary's father continued.
“Yea I’ve heard it all before”
"You're a bad man Arthur Morgan. A terrible one."
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 18
“Stay quiet and try to aim for its neck”
You aimed your bow and drew it. Still, you were occupied with something that has been on your mind for a while now.
“Put the bow down” Charles could see that you weren’t focused “it’s ok I’m not mad at you”
“What’s on your mind?”
“It’s Abigail” you sighed. “I shouldn’t really be talking you this but… she thinks she’s pregnant”
“Oh?”
“The thing is she doesn’t know who’s it is y’know? It could be Dutch’s. It could be Javier’s. Hell it could even be John’s. And I just can’t see John as a father”
“When did you find this out?”
“A month ago. She found out around the same time too. I think she would know for sure by now”
“Hm. Well there was a way where my mother found out she was pregnant with me but I don’t know if it really worked like she said it did”
“How?”
“Let’s go into town. We need to buy some stuff”
You and Charles walked into town so he could buy some type of pregnancy test. You never heard of a way to tell if someone is pregnant or not? It must be some kind of Native American thing.
While you guys were walking through town you saw Arthur and that girl. Mary. They were holding hands and she was laughing at something he had said.
Bitch.
No don’t call her a bitch that woman did nothing wrong. You and Arthur were fully broken up when she met him so it’s fine. Besides you were with Charles now so it didn’t matter anyway.
You two walked into the general store and he bought some wheat and barley.
And so it seems Arthur and his little filly walked in right behind you.
My god he really is obsessed with me.
“Listen y/n. My mom peed on this wheat and barley to tell if she was pregnant. If the wheat grew then that means she would birth a girl. If the barley grew that means she would birth a boy. If nothing grew then she just wasn’t pregnant. We’ll try this method okay?”
Although you didn’t see it. Arthurs head snapped towards your direction so damn fast when he heard the word pregnant. He was sure he was hearing things. Still you and Charles walked past him and out the store.
Back at camp
When you two rode into camp you found everyone circling Abigail.
“And you don’t even know who the father is?” Miss Grimshaw scolded her “Abigail didn’t I warn you not to mess around like this? Now look at you. Pregnant with a bastard child”
“Do not call my child a bastard!”
“Unless it’s John’s of course” you walked up to Abigail. “What’s going on? I thought you’d keep it a secret?”
“You were the only person I told about my pregnancy!" Abigail glared at you.
"Well I only told Charles" you tried to defend yourself.
"I only found out because of Molly" Miss Grimshaw said.
"Miss Grimshaw you promised! Well... I only know because Uncle told me when he was drunk!"
"I only said something because I heard Javier talking about it in Spanish"
"I only said it to myself out loud because I thought none of you understood Spanish!"
"I understand bits and pieces now and then" Uncle shrugged.
"But I never even told Javier so how did he find out?"
Meanwhile Dutch was talking with Hosea somewhere outside of camp.
"Yea so I told Javier about Abigail's pregnancy after I heard her talking about it to y/n. Things were getting kind of boring around camp"
“Ok everyone leave her alone now. She’s had enough” you took Abigail away from camp and calmed her down.
“Me and Charles were gonna get some things to test your pregnancy but I guess now you know for sure”
“What am I gonna do now y/n. I’m gonna be a woman with a bastard baby. They’re gonna call me a whore”
“No don’t say that. No one’s gonna call your baby bastard and no one will call you a whore. And if they do I’ll handle it. Now be honest, who do you think is the father?”
“I don’t know it could be Dutch. Javier. John…. Charles”
“What!?”
“It was a long time ago y/n!”
“Ok ok it’s fine. Just calm down”
John stepped over to where you and Abigail were.
“Abigail?”
“John?”
“I just wanted to see if you were alright”
“I’m fine thank you”
“Well… this baby. I- how do I say this. I’ve always wanted to be with you. Have ya to myself. And I think.. it would make me real happy if this baby was mine. So.. I think I.. wanna help you through this. Even if the baby isn’t mine”
You were shocked. You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“You sure? No one’s asking you to do this John” Abigail asked.
“I’m sure. I really do care about you so I don’t want you to go through this alone”
Abigail stood up and wrapped her arms around John. He hugged her back.
-
“Well I’ll be damned. Little John’s finally a man now!” Arthur patted his back.
“Oh shut up. What about you and Mary? When are you gonna have kids?”
“Well I’m glad you said that” Arthur stood up and grabbed everyone’s attention.
“Everyone, Mary and I are getting married”
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 17
Some years go by
“Arthur where are you taking me!?”
“Shh just wait”
Arthur laughed as he ran up the hill.
“Ok close your eyes”
He put the necklace in her hands she opened her eyes.
“Happy birthday Mary”
“Oh thank you Arthur”
They hugged and she kissed him on the cheek.
“I have to go now. My father expects me to be home soon. Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Of course. Goodbye Mary”
They kissed one last time and went their separate ways.
Back at camp
You and Arthur have been officially broken up for some time and it’s been hard ever since. You tried to occupy yourself with doing jobs and tasks around the camp but you just couldn’t keep your mind off Arthur.
He seemed to be doing just fine without you though.
“And then I took her up the hill and gave her the necklace. She even gave me a kiss on the cheek” Arthur was drunk and bragging about what just happened between him and his new woman. Charles didn’t seem to care though and just kept mindlessly nodding his head trying to focus on making his arrow.
You tried to tune him out but all you could hear was “Mary this. Mary that. Mary Linton is so wonderful. We went on a date the other day. She’s so sophisticated. Blah blah blah”
Meanwhile John was trying to cuss out Javier
“I told you to stop talking to her! She doesn’t like you!”
“Ay amigo don’t you understand Abagail doesn’t belong to anybody. Jus because she gave you a good time last night doesn’t mean you two are together”
Abagail was the new girl and everyone liked her immediately. A little too much. She liked to lay with anyone who would give her the chance and just yesterday John got to have his go at it and now he becomes jealous whenever someone tries to flirt with her.
“Can everyone just calm down! We just had a successful train robbery yesterday and it’s time we celebrate!” Dutch announced. “Bring out the beer! Bring out the music! Everyone be marry!”
Maybe a nice party is what you needed. Some nice liquor should get you out of your feelings.
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Soon everyone was drunk. Especially you who was now on your eleventh bottle.
“Y/n don’t you think that’s a bit much?” Charles asked.
“Oh shut up I’ve been drinking since you were just a baby”
On the other side of camp John was bothering Abigail again.
“Come one please. This is a day of celebration. So let’s go celebrate!”
“Leave me alone John! I told you until you learn how to pull out we’re not doing that again. And stop telling people to leave me alone. I don’t belong to you”
Bill was playing Miss Grimshaw in a game of knife cutters.
“You think you can beat me just because I’m a sophisticated woman? Think again boy”
“Yea you lost me at sophisticated, girly”
Javier was singing some song in Spanish.
Dutch and Hosea was laughing and talking about the old times.
“And remember when John and Arthur broke the damn table wrestling?”
“That’s right! Bessie made them do laundry for an entire week after that!”
Uncle was yelling at Pearson for some reason.
“This is the last damn time imma tell you. Stop putting so much vegetables in the soup!”
“You need them to stay healthy old man! Although I think you’re far too gone for that..”
All the while Arthur was still talking about Mary Linton. Even when Charles tried to walk away to find something else to do then listen to him, Arthur would get up and follow him.
“Did you know Mary is a Pisces? Do you know about astrology Charles? Hey Charles did you know Mary has a house with 6 rooms in it! Charles!”
He just wouldn’t shut up.
“Did you know Mary has a birthmark on her butt?”
That’s it.
“Who wants to see me fight a snake!?” You stood up and yelled.
The whole camp went silent and stared at you. Javier even stopped playing his guitar.
“FUCK YEA!” Javier screamed.
Everybody got up and followed you into the woods. What the hell were you thinking? You can’t fight a snake. But everyone was expecting you to and you’re not one to chicken out.
“I think I feel a bug crawling up my ass” Uncle announced.
“Deal with it” John muttered.
“But I already have a rash there and I think I have diarrhea too. The doctor told me to take some pills but I stopped because they make my stomach feel weird”
“Uncle just shut up. You’re ruining everyone’s night”
Finally you found a rattlesnake somehow in the dark. Everyone backed up and circled around you to see you fight it.
You gulped and tried to shake away your nerves.
“Fuck it”
You picked up the snake by it’s tail and held it up.
“Hell yea! Y/n’s a badass!”
Everyone started clapping and cheering. All until the snake went and bit you right on the neck.
“AAAH. SOMEONE GET THIS SNAKE OFF ME!!”
You started running around with your hands in the air not able to think straight because of the pain and also the alcohol.
You accidentally bumped into Arthur which caused him to bump into Bill.
“You lookin for a fight boy?” Bill said angry.
“Actually yea I’ve been looking to fight you for a while. Do you remember the time you ate my meat? I should’ve fucked you up for that but I let you walk away for some reason. I’m gonna fix that today” Arthur threw a punch at Bill and they got to fighting.
Javier and Abigail were placing bets on who would win.
Pearson went into hiding along with Miss Grimshaw.
John thought Arthur and Bill were play fighting so he joined in and just started swinging.
Uncle was passed out in his own throw up.
Hosea was trying to chase you around to get the snake off.
While everything was going on Dutch just stood there admiring everything. Admiring the chaos. If you told him thirty years ago that he’d be the leader of all these fools. He would’ve laughed in your face.
“Dutch do something!” Miss Grimshaw yelled.
“Oh! Right!” Dutch walked towards the fight and put his hands up “ok that’s enough come on” he tried to break it up but got knocked out cold by Arthur.
Soon you stopped running around and passed out from exhaustion. Or poison you had no idea.
“I’ve had enough of this” Charles. The only one who wasn’t under the influence of alcohol walked over to you and got the snake off of your neck.
He got down and put his mouth on your neck to suck the poison out.
He sucked and spit it out.
All the while everyone was watching this go down.
He then pulled out a canteen full of whiskey and washed his mouth out along with washing your wound to clean it.
You woke up and looked around you only to figure out that it was Charles who saved you.
You pulled his face towards you and kissed him.
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 16
“Come on boy stay still”
Despite Dutch’s demands to keep Copper out of the the camp Arthur just wouldn’t have it. He saw how happy the dog made you so he just hid the dog in your tent without anyone knowing.
But who knew giving a dog could be so hard? You took him down to the river and put him in the water. At first he tried to fight and started thrashing around but you finally got him to stay still.
“That’s it boy”
“He’s a little stubborn but he can learn to listen with enough time” Arthur laughed.
After his bath you led Copper to your tent and begged him to stay so y'all wouldn't get caught.
“Stay Copper. Stay”
You and Arthur went back to camp and sat down.
“And where have y’all been? Fuckin in the woods again?”Bill asked
“Shut up” You and Arthur said in unison.
Dutch came by and sat next to you.
“Come on Dutch tell me something. Where are we on that ambush?”
“I decided today is the time that we do it. So it’s important that everyone gets fed well and we’ll go at-“ he stopped to look at his watch “In 2 hours”
You were a little nervous. Of course you wanted to avenge your parents but still. You don’t even know how you are going to react when you see that man again.
“Can I come with y’all?” John asked coming out of the trees from target practice.
“No John you’ll stay here. It’s too dangerous” Annabelle insisted.
“But I’ve gotten much better-“
“I said no”
“Darling” Dutch went over and put his hands on Annabelle's shoulders “John is more than capable now. I’m not his father so I have no say in whether he can go or not”
Hosea walked over to you. “And what about you y/n? Are you ready? We can always just go there and bring back the man instead of you having to risk your life out there”
“No I owe it to all of you too. If the O’Driscolls are an enemy of everyone in this gang then I’m gonna help to fight it”
“You don’t owe us anything y/n” Arthur put his hand on top of yours.
While this sentimental moment was going on you could hear Pearson screaming.
“No you stupid mutt! Don’t eat outta there! That’s for humans not dogs!”
“You two still kept that thing around?” Dutch brought out his gun and aimed at Copper.
You ran towards him and forced his gun down. “Dutch please don’t! Maybe if you allowed him to stay with us we could’ve taught him not to eat from the food pot!”
Before Dutch could even respond he heard the sound of horses approaching. It was the O’Driscolls. But how did they find out where you were though?
“Well if it isn’t Dutch Van Der Linde and his little boy band” Colm snickered.
“How did you find us?” Dutch demanded.
“Your two boys over there left their clothes with their scent on them. We got our dogs to follow the scent back and here we are”
This wasn’t planned at all. We were supposed to ambush them. Not the other way around.
Dutch looked back and ordered all the defenseless people to hide, including Bessie, Annabelle, and Pearson. Meanwhile everyone else got their guns out.
The whole shootout started and it was just how it always was. Just mindless shooting and shouting. You tried to look around for the pig man but couldn’t find him.
“Y/n!” Arthur shouted and pulled you into his cover behind a crate. “The fuck are you doing out there in the open like that?”
“I was looking for the man”
“You mean Kenny? That’s his name”
“Kenny.. yea I was looking for him”
The shooting continued and soon everything stopped.
“Dutch! We got one of your girls! Now you give us our girl and all of this can be resolved!” Kenny finally showed himself. He had gotten hold of Bessie.
Now all the memories started flowing in of how your parents died. Unable to control your emotions you stood up without any thought.
“Hey! Remember me? You took away everything from me. My parents! And my home!”
Arthur tried to tug you down but you wouldn’t budge.
“I don’t even know who you are” Kenny responded.
“Y/n get the fuck out of the way for Christs sakes!”You looked back to see Dutch holding Annabelle with one hand and a gun in the other.
“Now just bring her back slowly and everything will be resolved. We just want our sister back”
Wait. Colm, Annabelle and Kenny were all siblings. Is that how this war started?
“Dutch are you really gonna give me up? I-I thought you loved me?” Annabelle pleaded. “If I go back to my brothers I’ll be punished for choosing you over them”
Dutch ignored her and kept walking towards Kenny. Finally they got close enough to make the exchange. When Kenny put Bessie in Dutch's arms he shoved Annabelle into his arms and shot her in the head.
“NO!” Colm screamed.
Dutch pulled his hammer down and shot Kenny.
“Fuck! Everyone kill them!” Colm ordered his men.
A wild shootout started up again and everyone was even more angrier. Both sides had lost a pawn and now it was just the leader’s prides at stake. Who would back down first?
“I’m running out of bullets guys!” John yelled.
“Same here” Bill added.
“Dutch stole my kill. Kenny was supposed to be mine” you grunted.
“Y/n I truly don’t think that matters right now. I don’t even now why we’re still fighting here. Kenny, Annabelle and Bessie are dead there’s no point” Arthur pointed out.
Bessie wasn’t dead yet. In fact she was in no man’s land being caught in the middle of the gunfire. She just stayed to the ground and tried not to get shot.
“Dutch we gotta back down now! We’re out numbered. People are running out of ammo!” Hosea tried to get Dutch to listen. “Dutch!”
Dutch looked around to see his children.
They were all caught up in some war they had nothing to do with anymore. He saw how they were suffering.
Most of all. His best friend’s wife was literally in the middle of it.
“Fall back! Everyone get the hell out of here!” Dutch yelled.
Immediately everyone started scrambling back to get on there horses.
Everyone except Hosea who went back to try and get Bessie. “No Hosea! You’ll die out there!”
“She’ll die out there!”
“HOSEA! Everyone here has lost something today! Both of you knew what you were getting yourselves into when you chose this life”
Hosea closed his eyes and ran back onto his mare.
Bill, Pearson, and John had already mounted up.
You and Arthur were getting ready to but then you stopped for a while.
“Y/n come on!”
“I can’t leave her…”
“Huh?”
“I have to get Bessie! Will you come with me?”
All the while Arthur was stunned that you would even do such a thing. What happened to that girl that was scared to even shoot a gun? Oh how much you’ve changed. He even felt a little guilty for it.
“Fuck never mind” You ran back to get her, shooting back at anyone who tried to shoot at you.
You found her on the ground coughing up blood.
You picked Bessie up on your shoulders and began running as fast as you could back to the horses.
Still Colm managed to shoot you in your leg making you fall.
“Y/n!”
Arthur ran back to where you were and right when he was about to get shot at by one of the O’Driscolls. He found that time had slowed down for him. He had never felt this before but his first instinct was to shoot as much people as he could in this little time he had.
Arthur shot most of the remaining members and Colm decided to fall back.
Arthur looked to see that Bessie was in terrible shape and there was know way you could walk with that bullet in your leg.
“HELP! HELP!”
For the first time in his life, he was scared.
Copper then came around the corner hearing Arthur’s screams.
“Copper you have to go and get someone. Can you do that for me? You have to know what someone smells like don’t you boy? Go hurry up!”
Arthur couldn’t really depend on the dog too much. He knew deep down that Copper never knew the sent of anyone. He was alone.
After 20 minutes, Copper did come back with everyone.
“Copper came and started barking at us to come follow him. He must’ve smelled the soup on Pearson” John explained.
“My lord Bessie, y/n! But how?”” Hosea asked.
“Y/n went back to save Bessie and I don’t know Hosea.. I think she’s gone”
Hosea checked Bessie’s heart rate and found nothing. She was gone.
“And y/n?”
“Well she got shot trying to save her and I managed to clean her wound so that we won’t have to amputate her leg”
“I’ll get to work” Pearson said beginning to take out the bullet from your leg.
“I think we need to prepare a funeral for Miss Bessie” Dutch declared.
“Hosea… I tried.. I wanted to save her like how you saved me..” you struggled to say.
“It wasn’t your fault” he reassured you.
Hosea held his wife in arms. Closing her eyelids.
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“Here lies Bessie Matthews. She was like a mother to us all. But most of all, she was a friend. She was never meant to go out this way but life can sure be cruel” Dutch announced
You couldn’t believe that Annabelle and Bessie were gone. Especially Bessie. Even though she could be tough on you sometimes you never wished death upon her. She was like your mother in a way. You would take a hundred more scoldings from her if it meant she could still be here.
After the burial everyone went off to have some time to themselves. Leaving you and Arthur to sit near a lake with Copper spread across your laps.
“What a day huh?”
“Yea.. there’s something I need to talk to you about y/n”
You turned to him.
Arthur pulled out the ring from his pocket.
“I’ve had this ring for 8 years now. I don’t know why it took me so long but now I know. I was scared. I know you don’t like talking about the mansion accident but I think about it all the time. How I couldn’t protect you. And even today. When you asked me to come with you to save Bessie I just froze. I just kept thinking about how much you’ve changed and..” there were tears going down Arthur’s face now “you could’ve been so far better off without meeting us. I remember how you couldn’t even stomach killing someone and now you do it without thinking. Hell you were even mad at Dutch for stealing your kill”
At first you thought the love of your life was proposing but then you realized it was different.
“I couldn’t protect your innocence then and now I couldn’t even protect you now. I love you y/n but I just can’t live with myself knowing that there’s a chance you could be killed because of me”
“Arthur..” Now there were tears going down your cheeks.
He put the ring in your hand and kissed you on the head.
He got up and walked away leaving you there at the lake.
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 15
“First you attach some bait onto your fishing rod. The fish like worms the best”
“First you attach some bait onto your fishing rod. The fish like worms the best”
“And then you swing it over your shoulder and yank it into the water”
“And then you swing it over your shoulder and yank it into the water”
“Y/n?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you repeating everything I say?”
“Because Arthur. I can’t trust you to teach John how to fish since I fear you’re gonna end up drowning him again. I’ll feel better if it was me telling him the instructions instead of you”
“Yea you got bad luck with teaching people stuff remember?” John teased.
“Pipe down you little squirt!”
“I remember when I would fish with my dad every Sunday. Those were the best times” you said in reminiscence.
“My papa wasn’t no good” Arthur said.
“Mine neither” John joined in. “What are we gonna do today anyway?”
“We’re gonna get you a haircut that’s what” you said picking up one of his locks.
Speak of the devil. Bessie came and called John over. “John come over here and get your haircut. You need a good scrubbing too!”
“No! I’m fishing, it can wait”
“I said right now!”
John forced his fishing line out of the water and stormed up the hill to get his haircut and bath. Leaving you and Arthur alone.
“Finally. It’s like we never got any peace and quiet since we brought that brat here”
“He learns fast though it’s nice having him here”
“Yea and you’re so kind to give him a second chance instead of beating him senseless like you would do with anyone else” Arthur leaned over and kissed you.
You kissed him back and soon it turned into a full heated make out session. “I love you Arthur” “I love you too”
Then he pushed you off him and grabbed your face. “Listen y/n. I know we’re getting so close to avenging your family but when we raid the O’Driscolls you need to be careful out there. There’s something I’ve always wanted to ask you”
“What is it Arthur?”
“Will you… come with me to get our picture taken?”
“Oh.. ok sure. I never knew that was something you’ve always wanted to do..”
Arthur cursed himself. He told himself he was gonna propose right there but chickened out. He bought that ring 8 years ago and he still hasn’t gathered enough courage to pop the question. He could tell you were expecting him to propose there too.
Arthur tried to convince himself that maybe he just wasn’t ready to get married yet but he knew that wasn’t the case. He wanted to marry you more than anything. Deep down he was insecure. You guys never talk about the mansion incident but he always thought about it.
Thought about how if he handled those men quick enough you wouldn’t be in that position to almost being hurt. He knew you would say yes but he just wanted to make himself better for him to feel comfortable calling himself your husband. Your life partner.
But also he knew that they were gonna do something risky soon and that people could get hurt. Or even die. So if you or him were to die. He’d want one of you to have something to look back on.
Arthur decided a portrait would be prefect.
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You and Arthur rode into town and got off your horses. When you got off Arthur could see that some blood had leaked through your dress.
“Y/n uhh.. you might wanna take care of that”
You looked down to see the mess on your dress that you wanted to wear for the portrait.
“No! I wore this dress specifically for the picture”
“It’s fine. Just stay here. I’ll buy you a new dress. A prettier one”
Arthur ran into the clothing store and bought the most expensive dress he could find. He’s really gotta stop spending so much money on you.
He let you put it on and it fit perfectly.
“You sure you wanna get the picture while on your period? We could always wait” Arthur secretly hoped that you would still go with it just so that he wouldn’t have to wait after the ambush.
“Yea it’s fine let’s go”
You two entered the photo studio and the man welcomed you two.
“Oh what a lovely couple. You two lookin to take a picture?”
“Yea how much will it be?” Arthur pulled out his wallet.
“Arthur no I’ll pay”
“Don’t worry I got it. How much mister?”
“7 dollars”
“Seven? My god inflation is crazy these days” Arthur pulled out a five and two dollars bills and handed it to the man “it better turn out good”
You and Arthur browsed the different backgrounds you could choose from and decided to go with the starry night one. Arthur said he liked it because it made him think of the art history book Bessie made him read a while back.
“Hey Picasso did that one right?”
“No Arthur that’s Van Gogh”
“Van go where?”
“No the artist’s name was Van Gogh”
You two picked a pose you liked the best and Arthur insisted on you sitting on a chair while he put his hands on your shoulders.
“Ok now scrunch up your faces for about 2 seconds and release. That way your faces will look more fresh in the picture” the photographer instructed.
He went under the cover and pressed the button. You weren’t expecting what taking a picture would be like but you weren’t expecting for a flash to almost blind you.
“Hey wait I think I closed my eyes can we redo it?”
“No don’t worry you look perfect. Let me just go develop these for you. I’ll be right back”
The photographer went into a room to get the picture ready.
“So what’ya think? Would you want to get another one sometime in the future?”
“Maybe. I just wasn’t prepared for that flash”
The photographer came out with your picture ready. “Well here it is it’ll take an extra dollar for me to frame it”
“I always knew these picture industries were cheap” Arthur grumbled, still he handed the man an extra dollar.
You and Arthur walked out with your new picture in your hands. It actually did look good.
“What do you wanna do now?” Arthur said with his hand on your hip.
“I think I’m in desperate need of some chocolate”
Arthur took you to a candy store and when you guys were about to walk in there you saw a dog sitting outside.
“Hey there buddy” you went to pet the dog “yea you’re a good boy ain’t ya? Where’s your owner?”
“The dog has no collar. I don’t think he has one”
“Well we can’t just leave him here” you went to pat the dog again “we can’t just leave ya here can we boy?”
“You wanna take him back?”
“I don’t know if Dutch’ll let me”
You stood up and began walking towards the store but the dog followed him.
“See he likes me. Forget the candy I’m gonna buy him some food. His ribs are showing”
You bought the dog some raw meat and he went chewing away on it. Arthur had to admit the dog was cute but still he still didn’t know if Dutch will allow it. Seeing you interact with the dog was just so cute to Arthur though. The way you petted it and treated it with love. Makes him think about how you would be with a baby.
“I got it. We’ll name him Copper”
“Ok fine let’s bring him back and see what Dutch thinks”
You and Arthur rode back to camp on your horses while copper ran beside y’all. It looked like he was happy to be running freely now that he had some food in his belly.
“Alright copper! You were ready to start running huh boy? Let’s introduce you to the folks!”
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“What the hell is that!? Get it out of here!” John screamed and jumped on the table.
“Get down from there boy! Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little dog” Bessie pulled John down from the table. “Y/n who told you you could just bring a mutt in here”
“His name is Copper”
“He’s gonna give us fleas!” John screamed.
“You probably already got some!”
“What is all the commotion? Whenever y/n and Arthur come back from somewhere they’re always bringing something new back. What is it this time?” Dutch intervened.
“Y/n brought a dog” Arthur explained. “We can keep him right?”
Dutch sighed.
“Listen son. It’s one thing bringing a malnourished thing into our camp” “Hey!” John said offended.
“But a dog. It could give us all fleas!”
“He’s not gonna cause trouble Dutch please” you pleaded.
“I said no and that’s final”
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 14
Despite having changed into dry clothes, Arthur and John still caught fevers, meaning y’all had to postpone the ambush on the O’Driscolls.
“Just eat the damn soup!”
Bessie was trying to get John to eat some soup Pearson had made to get over his fever. Despite being an orphan John was a picky eater and didn’t like anything too chewy. And all that was in the soup was just soft mushy vegetables.
Arthur made a fuss too but when you promised to feed him every bite he promised to eat every bite. So here you were holding his head while feeding a grown man his soup.
“I shouldn’t have to do this y’know?”
“But you are and I’m so grateful for it”
Arthur took the spoon in his mouth and swallowed all of it.
“I feel bad for John. When I refused to eat when I was little, Bessie would force a prier down my mouth and shove the food down my throat”
“That’s kinda traumatizing Arthur”
“Oh please.. despite all that I still turned out just fine. No trauma here!”
He finished all his soup and wanted to take a nap. He wanted to take a nap with you on top of him though.
“I have chores to do Arthur”
“And I have sleep to get. I can’t sleep without you. You know that”
“And you know Bessie is just gonna come in here dragging me out to help”
“Just tell her you’re still helping me out which you are by helping me get some sleep”
He pulled you into his arms and didn’t let you go for the whole 3 hours that he slept.
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After a week the boys finally got over their fevers and were back in action.
“Dutch can we go now I’m tired of sitting around”
“All in due time y/n. In due time”
Dutch shooed you out of his tent to give him time to think. You knew he just wanted space to go and screw Annabelle. Speaking of screwing, Arthur came behind you smelling like alcohol.
“Y/n come on sugar let’s go- let’s go into the woods. You wanna go into the woods with me?”
“How many have you had to drink?”
“Too many sweetheart. Come on girl let’s go wild”
“Go sit down”
“Well what’s gotten into you darlin’? Thought you loved me. Nobody love me no more. Not Dutch. Not the old man. Not even my own girl. Sad enough to make a grown man cry”
You grabbed Arthur’s shoulders to try and get him to sit down and he leaned on your shoulder and put his face in your neck.
“Tried to drown him y’know? I was jealous he was taking up all of our time. Didn’t even know he couldn’t swim. But you know what? I saved him. Did a good thing didn’t I? You think I’m a good man?”
“You tried to drown John? God what is wrong with you the kid’s like 12!”
“I was just- I don’t know what got over me”
“That boy is 10 whole years younger than you and you think he’s gonna steal me away from you? Grow up Arthur”
You got up and walked over to Hosea to see if he had another scheme cooking up in that clever head of his. Of course he came up with the same old house robbery theme. You didn’t care much though, you were just happy to leave camp. You changed out of your camp dress and into your ‘bandit clothes’.
John and Arthur came along too once Arthur sobered up. They seemed to be getting along now even after the whole drowning incident. Maybe that was what helped them.
Hosea thought this would be good for Johns first official job so he was glad he decided to come along.
You all climbed on your horses and you saw John get on the one Arthur had brought back from the O’Driscoll camp.
“Arthur taught you how to ride?” You asked
“No actually Hosea did”
“Oh that makes sense. Now that I think about it. Every time Arthur tries to teach someone something bad always happens. When he tried to teach me how to ride a horse I busted my head”
“Sorry for that by the way” arthur muttered.
“Yea and when he tried to ‘teach me how to fish’ we almost ended up drowning. Maybe you just got bad luck with teaching people” John added.
“Can we just go rob this house please like damn” Arthur grunted.
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You guys made it to the house and got off your horses.
“You sure this house is empty Hosea?”
“I never said it was empty but I’m sure everyone’s asleep at this hour”
Y’all went inside the house and checked every bedroom extremely quietly.
“Aw man there’s no jewelry here”
“You sure about that y/n?”
Turned around to see Hosea dangling a necklace from his finger.
“Oh my god it looks so nice!” You gasped.
“Expensive too. Let me put it on you”
You turned around and Hosea clipped the the necklace on your neck.
“How do I look?”
Hosea picked up a mirror from the nightstand and held it up so you could see it.
“You look beautiful as always. This makes me wonder. Have you ever thought of marrying Arthur?”
Hosea remembered the time he had that conversation about marriage with Arthur. That was a long time ago though. He thought he would’ve asked the question by now.
“Of course I have. I think about it all the time. I’m just waiting for him to ask me”
“Well if he does. Who’s going to walk you down?”
He said leaning towards you with a smile.
“Ok fine you are”
“Well don’t say it like that. Makes me think you don’t want me to at all”
“No seriously you were the one to find me all alone that day and I appreciate you a lot. Dutch is great and all but I don’t know. Sometimes I think he doesn’t always have the gang in his best interests”
“Yea Dutch is a tricky one but if you ever asked him to walk you down he’d do it with no complaints. You’re not gonna ask him though right?”
…
John was trying to search for money clips, jewelry, anything that meant anything but couldn’t find any.
He was so focused he couldn’t even hear Arthur sneaking up behind him. Arthur tickled John’s neck making him scream.
“What the fuck!”
That scream woke everyone in the house up finding outlaws in there home.
The room Arthur and John were in was the son’s room. The son woke up and immediately knew his family was being robbed. He grabbed his shotgun from under his pillow and shot at the boys but missed. John aimed his gun but Arthur pulled him back and ran out the room.
“That guy has a shotgun! Our pistols are no match against that in short range”
You and Hosea ran downstairs being chased by the father and mother with shotguns also in their hands.
“So did your guy also have a fucking shotgun just lying under his pillow or what?” You asked
Everyone ran outside and onto their horses.
“That bitch stole my necklace!”
The mother emptied her whole clip into the air and just stood on her front porch watching you ride off.
“Never seen a family full of hunters” Arthur laughed.
“Wooh that was so fun! Wooooooh!!! Don’t mess with the Van Der Linde gang Yea!”
John fired his gun into the air screaming.
“John shut the fuck up you wanna lead bounty hunters and O’Driscolls to our location?” Arthur hissed.
“Oh let him have his fun Arthur. We don’t get much of that nowadays”
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Chapter 13
“Hold on John I’m coming!”
Arthur jumped in to save John but the current was taking him away. Arthur swam to John quick enough to grab him and while trying to swim back to the surface, the current was too strong and washed the boys down a waterfall.
They crashed down and fell into another river with no current. Arthur still kept hold onto John and swam to out laying onto the riverbank. He began coughing some of the water out of his throat and saw John wasn’t moving.
“John?”
Oh my god is he dead? A million thoughts were racing through Arthur’s mind. He tried pushing on his chest in an attempt at CPR but he didn’t even know if he was doing it right. After a while Arthur knew that John was just unconscious because he wasn’t moving but still had a pulse.
“Fuck I don’t even know where we are”
Arthur left John and ran over into the woods looking for help. Eventually he found a camp. A camp full of nasty looking outlaws. He didn’t have any other choice.
He ran back to get John and carried him to the camp.
“Help please! My little brother drowned but he’s still alive!”
One of the bandits hears Arthur’s cries.
“This ain’t a medical camp just scram”
“You gotta help me I’ll do anything”
The bandit thought for a bit and spoke up.
“I see that gun on your hip. You apart of a gang?”
“No” Arthur lied “me and brother ran away from home and we’ve been protecting each other ever since”
“Seems like yer not doing a good job at that. If we help your brother you gotta join us. We’re called the O’Driscolls ok? Whenever you meet someone, make sure to tell them that. Just call me Kenny”
“O-ok”
Arthur followed the man into a tent and laid John down. Kenny performed some CPR and mouth to mouth on him and got some of the water out.
“Ok I’ll go get the leader and we’ll see if you’re really qualified to be in the gang or not” the outlaw stepped out the tent.
After 10 minutes of waiting the sun had gone down and the man still wasn’t back. John started coughing again and woke up.
“Are we back at camp?”
“Yea it’s definitely a camp” Arthur said looking out the flaps of the tent. “Ever heard of the O’Driscolls? They’re kinda like a rival gang to us”
“Hey.. hey you dropped me into the river!”
“Keep it down! Goddamn we’re not supposed to be here”
“Why are we in a rival gang’s camp?”
“One thing led to another and things just got messy. The only thing we need to focus on now is getting you some warm clothes. We don’t need you getting sick”
“But you’re wet too. And you could get caught”
“Don’t worry about me. You’re younger making you more prone to illness”
“But you’re stronger than me… your health matters more”
Arthur turned to look at him.
“John you’re one of us ok? I would gladly risk my life for you if I absolutely had to. Even if that means sneaking around Colm O’Driscoll to get you some warm clothes”
Arthur left the tent and avoided Colm and made his way to a chest with clothes in it. There were no clothes to fit John’s small body but he found some that were small enough to not slip off when he put them on. Arthur grabbed some clothes for himself and sneaked his way back.
“Here put these on. There’re a little big but it should be fine”
The boys put there clothes on and threw there old ones to the side.
Arthur peeked out the tent to see Colm and Kenny still talking. He turned back to look at John.
“Ok we’re both gonna sneak out and steal a horse and get the hell outta here. Just follow my lead”
“Arthur I’m scared”
Arthur put his hand on John’s shoulder.
“You gotta be strong ok? This is what being an outlaw is all about. Bravery”
They quietly left the tent and made their way towards the horses. Arthur helped John on and took the reigns off the fence.
Meanwhile Colm was talking to Kenny.
“Two brothers? And you said one of them fit the description of the boy from Dutch’s gang?”
“That’s right. They’re in the tent over there so I think you should take a look at them”
“Did the boy have a black hat with a string tied around it?”
“Sure did”
“Arthur Morgan” Colm growled.
The men made their way to the tent only to find it empty.
“One of the horses are gone!” One of the men shouted out
Colm looked over to find Arthur riding off with the horse with John on his back.
Kenny was about to run after them but Colm stopped him.
“Don’t! Let him go back and tell Dutch our location. I want to be able to kill that man myself as soon as possible”
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Arthur and John rode back to camp and met up with the rest of you guys.
“Where were you!? Y’all were gone for 2 hours what happened!” You got up and ran towards him.
Arthur dismounted the horse and hugged you.
“We accidentally ran into the O’Driscoll gang but we got out thankfully”
“How the hell did that happen? And what happened to your clothes?”
“I accidentally fell into the river but Arthur saved me. I don’t know how but I woke up in the O’Driscoll camp” John explained.
Arthur looked at John knowing that he just lied covering up the fact that Arthur almost tried to drown him.
“I’m glad y’all are ok”
You went to hug John and he spoke “there was this weird man with gold teeth and a birthmark on his forehead that looked like a pig though. He was the one that gave me CPR to make sure I don’t drown”
“Man with a pig birthmark and gold teeth? That was him!”
“Oh that’s right. There was a man like that who killed your folks right? I thought he seemed familiar but I knew I never saw him before” Arthur asked.
“Well that’s perfect then” Dutch came around with a map and laid it out on the ground.
“Arthur come and circle where the camp was. Me and y/n have some business to settle”
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Chapter 12
“John! If Mike had 3 apples and ate 2. How many more apples does he have? Actually think about it”
“Uhh. Three?”
“No!”
Arthur forced three of John’s fingers up and held them there.
“If Mike had three apples THREE. And he at TWO-“ Arthur forced two of John’s fingers down and held the remainder one up. “how many more apples does he have?”
“Oh two!”
Arthur pulled his gun out and aimed at the boy’s legs.
“If little John had 2 working legs and I shoot one of them. How many legs would he be able to move?”
You walked around the corner and put your hands on your hips.
“Why do you find so much fun in terrorizing that boy?”
“Me terrorizing him? He’s terrorizing me! Bessie told me to teach him how to count and he’s driving me crazy!”
“Ok I’ll try”
You bended down to John’s level and spoke to him.
“If I had 6 bullets in my gun and I shot 2 of them. How many bullets would be left in the chamber?”
“Four!”
“Oh ok so when I try to give you a much easier and simpler problem you want to act all dumb and clueless?” Arthur said angry.
Hosea came up behind you. “Seems to me like little John is just ready to learn how to shoot”
“It’s about time he learns. Then he can finally go out and make some money”
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You all followed Hosea into the woods and he already had some target practice set up for John. He gave John a basic starter pistol and told him the basics. John shot at the targets and got all of them, only using 8 of his bullets.
“Alright John! You’re a natural. Way better than what y/n did when she started out. What makes it even funnier is that she was older than you she first started out” Arthur patted him on the back.
“Yea! Pretty soon I’ll be better than you”
“Woah now boy- watch yourself”
John laughed and turned to you. “You gonna teach me to pickpocket now?”
“Might as well. You know I’m the best pickpocket here. Only because I have small hands which is good for you because you too have small hands”
“Wait you said you was gonna go fishing with me later y/n what about that?” Arthur said disappointed.
“Oh that can wait this is much more important. Now let’s teach John how to rob people successfully”
You pulled Arthur’s wallet out and showed it to John. “You’re gonna try and steal this wallet from Arthur okay?”
Arthur and John looked shocked. “When the hell did you steal my wallet?”
“See John? He didn’t even notice it was gone”
You put Arthur’s wallet back in his pocket and ordered him to start walking towards you. You crossed Arthur’s path and bumped his shoulder and while he was too focused on the impact of the bump you slipped your hand into his pocket to grab the wallet.
“See? That’s a really basic pickpocket skill but effective against dimwits”
John had his go at it and grabbed the wallet successfully. He was ready.
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You and John made your way to Armadillo and stood near a saloon.
“Ok the first rule is to look for the right victim. You wanna go for someone dumb enough to not know what happened but not too dumb because then they’ll most likely not have anything valuable. Also look for fat people too”
“What about rich people” John pointed at a man with a gold monocle.
“Yea he’ll do. But make sure to run away as fast as you can when you rob him because if he gets the law on you they’d want to help him even more since he looks to be an important man. But we’ll do things a little different ok?”
After explaining your new plan to John, you went up to the man and bumped into him.
“What the hell’s your problem?”
“Sorry sir, my mistake”
While the altercation was happening John pulled out a fountain pen from out the man’s pocket. The man was too busy antagonizing you to even notice.
“Excuse me sir have you seen my mother?” John asked.
Before the man turned around, John tossed the pen to you so that the man wouldn’t see that he stole it. You caught the pen in your hat and put the hat on your head to hide it.
“Why would I know your disgrace of a mother? She couldn’t even keep you clean”
Then you slipped your hand into the man’s pocket to pull out his wallet. After that you poked his shoulder. Before he turned around you tossed it to John.
“That boy over there just stole your wallet sir”
The man over turned around but John already bolted off.
“That gremlin! Don’t worry sir I’ll retrieve your wallet from that scoundrel and bring it back to you at once” You said in a noble voice and took off to follow John into the woods.
“Man that was a good plan y/n. It was fun too!”
“Sure was. Now let’s get you a reward”
After you bought John a drink and let him have his first taste of liquor you guys made your way back to camp.
“How was it?” Arthur asked, chewing on some beef jerky.
“He was great actually. Better than you of course”
He just rolled his eyes and turned around.
You and John sat around the fire and grabbed some food Pearson had cooked.
“We sold a wealthy pen for 50 dollars and got a wallet with a hundred in it” John said proudly.
“Yea well I bet y/n did most of the work so don’t hype yourself up” Arthur said in an almost jealous tone.
“Go fuck yourself Arthur” John said
Everyone erupted into laughter and started patting John on the back and giving him praises.
“You tell him John that’s right! Here take this!” You gave the boy 10 dollars. “You deserve it. Don’t take shit from no one”
“Yea Arthur go fuck your horse or something!” John carried on.
Everyone’s laughter got even louder.
“Yea go let Bill push you off a cliff and watch you die and call you a bitch and spit on your grave then we’ll see who’s talking yea!” John laughed at himself and looked around to see if anyone else was laughing only to see everyone was dead silent. “Or something like that I don’t know...”
“More food anyone?” Pearson spoke up.
“Yea I’ll take some” You said passing him your bowl.
Arthur shot up from his seat and grabbed John’s arm.
“You know what let’s go fishing. You don’t know how to fish yet do you John?”
Arthur dragged John down to the river and picked him up by his ankles and held him there above the water.
“Arthur stop! It was just a joke I’m sorry!”
“No hard feelings here, John! You can just steal my girl and humiliate me in front of my people and it wouldn’t bother me none! In fact since you’re so good why don’t you try learning to swim on your own?”
Arthur let go of John’s ankles and dropped him into the river.
“Come on you got it! Kick your legs and move your arms you got it!”
John was struggling in the water and that’s when Arthur finally realized.
John can’t swim.
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Chapter 11
“No but let’s talk about that lil act you put on back there at the jail. You been takin lessons from Jeffrey Stalen?”
“Yea maybe if I become a professional actor we would finally have enough money to help Dutch with whatever plans he has”
You and Arthur were hunting to find some food and so far you only caught a raccoon.
“Hey Arthur there goes a deer. Whoever kills it first has to skin it. Deal?”
“Yer on”
You took out your rifles and aimed. You hit it in its side but Arthur got its neck immediately killing it.
“Hunting rule number 1: Always aim for the neck or head” Arthur explained.
“I thought the first rule was to stay quiet and low so that they don’t notice you?”
“Less skinning and more talking”
You skinned the deer and stowed it on your horse, Cilly. You and Arthur decided it was a good idea to take its skin to armadillo and get it sold off before taking the meat back to camp.
When y’all got to armadillo you entered the general store and sold the skin for 12 dollars.
“That’s a fancy gun you got there. I’ll give you 200 dollars for it” the cashier offered.
“Nah this belonged to my daddy. I ain’t selling it for nothing”
“Ok fine. 500 dollars”
Arthur stepped up “Didn’t you hear her? She said she ain’t sellin it” he growled.
The cashier stopped bothering you and sent y’all on your way with your money. You figured you could buy some new shoes with your money since your old ones had holes in them. Having weak shoes was bad. Water could enter in easily or if they got injured it could lead to an infection. Especially with the lifestyle you lived.
When you were about to go to the clothing store you felt a little hand slip inside your pocket. You turned around quickly and found a little boy try to run off with your 12 dollars.
“You little shit get back here!”
You and Arthur chased the little boy but he was too fast. Arthur shot just near his feet, barely missing them. The boy got startled and fell to the ground. You caught up to him and grabbed him by the collar.
“Damn brat where’s your mother?”
“I ain’t got one lady just turn me a loose!”
“No wonder you’re out here like this! Look at you. You’re face is all dirty and you smell like you ain’t bathed in days”
“I just needed some shoes”
“Hell you’d be better off using that money for a bath”
You hesitated for a bit before letting him go. But before he could run off again you grabbed him by the ear.
“Come on. You probably wouldn’t know what shoes to buy even if you did use my money”
“Hold on you gonna use your money to buy him shoes? You need some yourself don’t you?” Arthur said confused.
“This is just a little kid, he needs it more than me. What even is your name boy?”
“John Marston” the boy spoke up.
“Well John I think it’s time you learn some manners. You could’ve just asked me for the money instead of tryna steal it”
“How could I trust you? All the women at the orphanage were cruel. How do I know you’re not?”
“Because I don’t work at a damn orphanage!”
You dragged the boy named John into the clothing store and bought him some brand new shoes that fit him. When he tried them on, his dirty face lightened up a little.
“Now what do you say?”
“Thank you ma’am”
“Alright let’s go already people are waiting on us” Arthur said getting impatient.
“Alright. Stay outta trouble ya hear?”
You turned back and headed outside for your horses. When you approached the hitching area you felt a little hand tug at your clothes. It was John again.
“You uhh.. you got a place?”
“Yea but it ain’t for you so scram” Arthur said shooing him.
“Oh come on Arthur. I’m sure Hosea wouldn’t mind bringing another kid”
“Yea but Dutch would. Hell we got enough people to feed as is”
“I ain’t gonna cause no trouble. I’ll help out”
“What can you do?”
“You can just teach me whatever. Like how to use a gun and ride a horse. I’ve always wanted to be a gunslinger”
“This life ain’t easy kid. Go back to yer orphanage and stay there”
“What makes you think life at the orphanage was any easier? I don’t care what I gotta do just let me be in your gang”
Arthur sighed and held out his hand for John to grab onto and helped him onto his horse.
“Well kid one things for sure. I’m gonna have to teach you how to pickpocket better. If you go around using that technique you tried to use with me you’ll surely run into a much meaner person” you explained to the young boy.
You and Arthur rode back to camp with your game and John on the back. When you got off you presented your contributions.
“Well everyone we got deer, raccoon, and a little pickpocketing brat we can cook too” Arthur explained. John looked stunned. “Oh didn’t we tell ya? We’re a group of cannibals” John screamed trying to run away but Arthur caught him too fast.
Annabelle stepped out of her tent. “Well what do we have here? Who’s this little boy?”
“His name is John Marston and Arthur thought it was a good idea to try and scare him by making him think we’re cannibals”
“Now why would you go and do that? Arthur let him go” Arthur let him go and John backed away from him. “It’s ok John, Arthur here was just tryna spook ya. I swear we’re good people. You must be an orphan huh?” Annabelle tried to calm him.
“Yes” John answered still a little spooked.
“My name is Annabelle and this is Bessie. I see you already met Arthur and y/n.”
“Yes. She bought me a new pair of shoes”
“See? What cannibal would do that? You come here and we’ll get you washed up and something to eat”
“No! I ain’t taking a bath!”
“See Annabelle we can’t keep him here! He’ll give us tuberculosis or something” Arthur exclaimed.
“Oh hush up. I heard you was the same way when you joined the gang so I don’t wanna hear it!”
You snickered to yourself and it shut Arthur up.
Annabelle lead John to the table and Bessie got him something to eat.
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John met the rest of the gang and settled in quickly. Dutch suggested he sleep with you and Arthur until he got his own tent.
“Ok John here are the rules. This bedroll is only big enough for two people so you’re just gonna have to squeeze yourself in there. We used to have a cot but it got lost in a fire. I’m not pointing any fingers but just know that it was caused by a certain cowboy with brown hair and blue eyes. With a black hat with a string tied around it to be more specific” you said glaring directly at Arthur. He just flipped you off.
You all squeezed yourself into the bedroll and layed there uncomfortably. It was John on the left, Arthur on the right, and you in the middle
“Stop hogging all the sheets you guys” John said.
“You’re just a kid you’ll be alright” Arthur objected.
“But you got more meat on you. You can heat yourself up better”
“Too bad. You’re the one who wanted to come with us so stop complaining”
….
“Oh my god who farted?!”
“Wasn’t me” John and Arthur said simultaneously.
“Well it was one of you”
“Maybe it was you and you were just tryna cover it up” John said
“I don’t care who did it just fess up”
“If you don’t care who did it why don’t you just leave the tent and sleep outside? You’re the only one complaining”
“Because I don’t wanna sleep out there it’s cold as hell”
“God it smells like beans”
“Did you eat beans today John?”
“No… y/n?”
“What?”
“Arthur has been really quiet”
“So you were just gonna sit there and say nothing?”
“I thought you and John were gonna fight about it until one of you left the tent and the problem would be fixed” Arthur shrugged his shoulders.
“Well this his how we fix the problem” you pushed Arthur out.
“You think I’m just gonna sleep out here in the late autumn? You can’t do me like this y/n”
“Make a fire or something. Remember when I first joined and I had to sleep in your tent while you slept outside with no complaints?”
“That was a long ass time ago. Besides I’m more civilized now”
You just zipped the tent back up as aggressively as you could to resemble a door shutting in his face.
“Y/n! Y/n! Please it’s cold and dark out here! Oh fuck this I’m just gonna sleep in the wagon”
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Chapter 10
Warning: Smut
8 years later
Moldy peaches? No. Bit off apple? No. Stale bread? Doable.
The gang had made their way close to a town called Armadillo, fairly close to Blackwater. All you were trying to do was find some food since y’all were running out.
“Dutch you’re not gonna believe what I found. It’s gonna blow your mind”. Of course you were being sarcastic when you presented him the stale bread you found in the empty cabin.
“Hm.. well I bet that’s better than whatever the hell they’re giving to Arthur in that prison” Dutch said helping setting up camp.
That’s right. We had a little run in with the O’Driscolls before coming here resulting in Arthur getting arrested. I don’t know what he expected when he decided to try and stay behind to loot the dead bodies he shot.
“I’m gonna go and bust him out. You comin Hosea?”
“I might as well. I already have a plan in tact”
You and Hosea rode your horses to the Armadillo jail and saw the sheriff sitting at the front desk smoking a cigar.
“Here’s the plan. You’re gonna go in there and report a robbery while I slip in there and get our boy out”
Hosea always had some scheme cooking up in that brain of his. We honestly could’ve gotten Arthur out yesterday but we all thought we should keep him in there for the night for him to think over his stupidity.
You walked inside the jail and put on my best face to look like you had been shaken up.
“Mister sheriff please! There was this terrible man outside who robbed me! If we hurry we could catch him and throw him in this place like the rest of the trash here!”
You looked directly at Arthur while saying the last bit who had his hand covered over his mouth trying not to laugh.
“I’m sorry ma’am but we have to wait for someone else. I can’t just leave the jail without anyone keeping watch-“ the sheriff tried to explain
“Please sir he’ll get away. He stole my engagement ring my late husband had given to me and... and- that was the only thing I had left of him” finally you broke down into tears.
“O-ok. I’ll look for just 5 minutes but after that you’re outta luck I’m sorry”
“Thank you” you got up and wiped your crocodile tears
After you and the sheriff left, Hosea came in and stole the keys. He unlocked the bars to Arthur’s cell.
“Took ya long enough”
“Yea well Annabelle insisted you stay another day for being stupid”
Annabelle, Colm O’Driscoll’s sister, a girl who Dutch had found to be sweet on. Now she ran with y’all in the gang taking on the same role Bessie had.
After the sheriff had looked for the nonexistent man for 5 minutes he gave it up like he promised, sending you on your way with 3 dollars for sympathy. You kinda felt bad for lying to him. You found your way back to Arthur and Hosea seeing Arthur with that stupid smirk.
“Hey darlin’”
“Don’t hey darlin’ me”
Still you let Arthur pull you into a kiss. Things had been different since that accident at the mansion. You and Arthur agreed to just not talk about it again and move on. Now Arthur was 22 and you 21 and you guys were much more mature. Or so you liked to think.
“Is there anything back at camp I’m starving”
Those men at the jail most likely hadn’t given him anything to eat ever since he got thrown in there.
-
Back at camp everything was set up including your and Arthur’s shared tent.
“Ok please tell me we caught a wild boar or something” Arthur expressed his hunger once more.
“Well geez Arthur. Not even a ‘hello’? As soon as you come back you immediately start asking for food” Bessie, who was just recently gossiping with Annabelle was still a nagger. Still you guys did make up after the whole scene you caused after the mansion job.
“We have salted beef with stale bread. Take it or leave it”
“Oh I’ll definitely take it”
Ever since we figured out what gang the man with the pig birthmark belonged to we had been tracking them down. Eventually Dutch did become rivals with their leader, Colm O’Driscoll. After all he stole his sister from him, Annabelle.
Arthur leaned towards you after finishing his food.
“Wanna go into the woods?”
Immediately you got up and made your way to the woods with Arthur right behind you.
“Be careful you two” Hosea meant that both ways of course.
Arthur pushed you up against a tree and attacked your lips. “That food must’ve done something to your nerves huh baby?” You laughed into his mouth. “Nah it was that cold night in jail. I hate being by my lonesome without you”
“What’ya want me to do to you sugar?”
Whenever he used that name you knew exactly what was on his mind.
“Anything you want”
“Ooh I like the sound of that”
He threw your shirt over your head and started nipping at your neck. You started wearing pants and a shirt more often since it was easier to ride a horse and get around. The only downside is that it was harder for Arthur to get his access to you.
He pulled your pants and undergarments down and grabbed your hips. You unbuckled his belt and pulled his already hard member out. You put your arms around his neck and kissed him hard. “I’ve missed ya so much sugar I fear I might be fast” Arthur admitted. He inserted himself into you slowly and you both sighed at the same time. He pulled out and pushed himself back in fully bottoming out.
“Stop being gentle and just fuck me”
“Patience sugar”
He started at an agonizingly slow pace which was actually starting to make you frustrated. Like damn he just was just talking about how much he missed you and now he’s trying to tease you??? Despicable. You squeezed his shoulders hard and he understood and decided to stop teasing. He quickened his pace causing moans and whines to slip out of your mouth.
“You like that sugar? You want me to go faster? Harder? This is your rodeo doll just tell me how ya want it”
“Harder. Please you feel so good don’t stop”
He slowed his pace down a little to put more force into his thrusts. He could feel the tension in his stomach start to build up. “It’s gonna happen. Are ya close?” You shook your head and Arthur felt a little disappointed. He knew he wasn’t gonna last long but he at least thought he could make you close before he came. He pushed you harder to the tree for support and brung his left hand down to start rubbing on your clit.
“Oh Arthur. That’s it just hold out for a bit baby”
“How can you just say that when you’re squeezing me like a vice down there”
Finally he brought you to an orgasm that left you shuddering in his arms.
After a few more thrusts he finally pulled out and came on the floor. You both were breathing hard but were glad you both got able to finish. Believe it or not that was kind of a luxury. Between Arthur always being called to go on jobs or him just simply not being able to hold himself long enough, one or both of you always gets left unsatisfied. And whenever Arthur cums too fast, which is often, he always feels really bad and makes sure to use his fingers on you after.
Still his ring for you sits heavy in his pockets.
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Chapter 9
Warnings: Angst, Almost rape, long chapter
“You all got the plan?”
You, Arthur, Hosea, and Bill were getting ready to rob a mansion. Everyone who lived in the mansion were gone. Dutch even decided to tag along when he heard how big the house was.
Fuck you were excited. Everyone was here and ready to cause trouble.
Hosea pulled Arthur aside.
“Please look after Y/N. Make sure nothing happens”
“Hey what do ya think I’ve been doing all this time?”
You all, one by one, sneaked through the back doors. Arthur insisted he stay in front of you. You hadn’t killed anyone yet but you had surely shot someone. You looked through drawers and chests. Boxes underneath beds and everything. They had so much jewelry you were gonna sell some and keep some for yourself.
“Y/N lookie”
Arthur called out
He was holding a fancy hat.
“Oh this is a nice hat but I want something a rough cowboy would wear”
You two started looking through the closet. Arthur pulled out a fancy suit and began to throw it on. You found a nice dress and slipped it on. You two looked at each other in the mirror and started laughing.
Arthur put on a few rings and hooked your arms with his.
“Yes my name is Arthur Morgan of the royal family and this is my duchess Y/N the fourteenth”
Arthur said in a silly British accent.
“Oh my dear darling shall we go for some tea?”
“Oh yes we shall”
Dutch knocked on the door and opened it only to find you and Arthur goofing off.
“When you two are finished we’re gonna be going back to the camp. You’ll be alright here?”
“Yes yes go on Sir Dutch leave us be”
You said still with your fake accent.
He just had a confused look on his face but decided it was best he’d not ask so he closed the door and left.
“We’ve got this whole mansion to ourselves now Y/N! Who knows what trouble we could get up to”
Arthur said in his thick southern drawl as he crept up to you putting his arms around your waist.
“Arthur I’m not gonna fuck you right now!”
Arthur had a disappointed look on his face.
“We gotta do it in the master bedroom first”
Arthur’s face lit up and he grabbed your hand and booked it to the master bedroom. There he threw you on the bed and got rid of that dress. Although he was struggling with his suit he got it off eventually. He kissed you and even though y’all had no condoms he had gotten used to the pull out method.
“Sex in a rich man’s house. Can’t get any better than this!”
As you two did your thing you couldn’t even hear the front door opening. In walked a group of goons. About 4 of them. Not like your type of goons but real nasty ones.
“See I told you this house was empty. Let’s hurry before they come back”
As one of the goons walked up the stairs he could hear the noises and the things Arthur was doing to you in the master bedroom. He kicked open the door and startled both of you.
“Ohhh lookie here. We got two lovers enjoying each other. Hey… hey I know you! You’re that dancer girl from the other town! And you’re that boy she was with. Now that I think about it when I left that saloon I had 10 dollars missing from my pocket. Wanna tell me how that happened?”
You were frozen but Arthur was alert the whole time.
“Y/N run!”
You thought about how your mother told you to run when she got killed and you like to think you not listening to her is what made you survive. But that was a year ago. You’ve changed. As soon as he told you to run you bolted out the door not caring you were naked.
The goon tried to catch you but you slipped out the doorway and all his other goons came upstairs to try and see what was going on. All of them went into the room where Arthur was in but one of them saw you and ran after you.
You ran into the room where your gun was but before you could grab it the goon tackled you to the ground.
“That was some show you put on back in that saloon. How bout you give me another one? You’re a little whore ain’t ya? Or how’s about I make you and your little boyfriend fuck each other while we watch and we’ll kill ya afterwards. You done fucked up for stealing our money and now yer gonna pay”
The goon pulled his pants down and rubbed his dick on your ass and you’ve never felt more disgusted in your life. You reached as hard as you could for your gun but just couldn’t reach.
You scratched the goons neck and he pulled away in pain. You lunged forward and grabbed the gun and the goon ran towards you. You shut your eyes and squeezed the trigger.
BANG
You felt his body fall on top of you and you opened your eyes and pushed him off quickly.
Arthur ran into the room half naked, covered in blood with no shirt on looking all over. His eyes finally found you and you were naked, covered in blood, and crying. He then saw the dead body next to you surrounded in blood.
“Oh my god Y/N”
He got down and hugged you.
“It’s ok. You’re ok”
You shook in his arms and he grabbed the cover from the bed and wiped the blood off of you.
“Arthur he- was gonna- he pulled his pants down”
“But he didn’t!.. But he didn’t”
Arthur pulled back and grabbed your hands.
“You killed him. It’s over. You protected yourself”
He picked your clothes up and gave them to you to help you put them on. You guys rode back to the camp and you immediately ran into your tent.
“What happened? What took so long?”
Bessie asked
Arthur ignored her and followed you.
“Y/N-“
“WHYD YOU ASK ME TO DO THAT STUPID LITTLE STRIP TEASE? YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MAN CALLED ME? HE CALLED ME A WHORE! A WHORE!”
“Y/N I’m sorry-“
“Just get out”
Arthur walked out and went into the woods to clear his mind.
“I’ll go talk to him”
Dutch followed him
Arthur knew Dutch was following him so he decided to quicken his steps and walk faster.
“You need to tell me what happened back there son”
“Just leave it alone Dutch”
“You can’t just ignore it”
“Dutch I swear to god I’m not in the mood”
“You gotta say something-”
Arthur turned around and snapped
“IT WAS ALL MY FAULT!! If I hadn’t asked her to do that stupid strip tease back then none of this would’ve happened. If we never stayed behind to be childish instead going with y’all back to camp everything would be fine! Y/N was about to get seriously hurt and it’s all because of me! I’m supposed to protect her! Make her feel safe! Me!”
Dutch had never seen Arthur cry before so he knew this was serious.
Arthur was breathing hard at this point, pretty much hyperventilating. He grabbed his hair and started pulling at it. He fell to his knees and started punching the ground till his knuckles bled.
“Arthur stop!”
He didn’t listen and kept going.
Dutch grabbed his hands and pulled him into a hug. He’d never done that before. Arthur was full on sobbing, wetting Dutch’s shirt.
“I wanted to marry her. Now I can’t do that because… I’m not worthy”
“Now you listen to me Arthur. You two are gonna get through this. Believe me. I know it seems impossible now but if you truly love each other you’ll get through this”
“No Dutch I’m worthless. She’s not gonna love me after this”
“That’s not true”
“I’m never gonna be good enough for her Dutch.”
“Arthur! What would you think Y/N would say if she heard this?”
“She’d agree with me and call me trash”
“If you truly think that then maybe you really aren’t good enough for her”
“Dutch… I just wanna make everything right”
“And you will you just need time”
Arthur hugged Dutch.
“No matter what happens. You stay with me through thick and thin okay? You’re like a- a father to me. I mean that”
“I know son. I know”
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It was the next day and Hosea decided to stay with you while Dutch, Arthur, and Bill went out. Arthur begged Hosea to stay but he insisted he’d leave.
“You know Y/N maybe this wouldn’t of happened if you would stop wearing such revealing clothes like I told you”
Bessie said
You stayed quiet not wanting to yell at this woman. Not for her sake but for Hosea’s.
“Maybe you should just stop going out with the boys and stay here with me instead of going out there. You can now see it’s not safe for girls”
God Bessie used to be so nice. What the hell happened?
“Besides, bein a gunslinger is not ladylike”
“What do you want from me!? You want me to be a lady blah blah blah. I’m doing the best I can and you’re the only one who has a problem with it!”
You got up and stormed over to the men’s shaving area and took some clippers and chopped off a piece of your hair.
“There! That good enough for you!”
You chopped another piece off and another. Soon all you hair was buzzed down but not completely bald.
“Now I look like a boy. Will that finally shut you up”
Bessie just stared at you which caused you to break down.
“Don’t you think I know it’s hard being a girl? I know being a boy is easy especially when you’re in a gang like this. I don’t wanna be a boy but I don’t wanna be ‘ladylike’ or whatever it’s called. I’m just doing the best I can”
Hosea came around to see what all the commotion was to only to see your hair on the ground.
“Oh my god”
“I’m fine Hosea. It’ll grow back. You can call it woman hysteria or whatever but this is what I want”
You went through Arthur’s stuff to put on some of his clothes and walked back out to present yourself to Bessie.
“Well?”
“If that’s what you want Y/N”
She got up and walked away.
Hosea cleared his throat
“Well I guess we should start calling you (boy version of your name)”
You just stared at him.
“I’m sorry”
You heard the boys get back from there whereabouts and saw the shock on Arthur’s face. It made you want to cry. He got off and walked towards you. He just stared at you and smiled.
“I love it”
He had a hat in his hands. A rough cowboy hat.
“I think it’d look better with this though”
He put the hat on you and adjusted it to make sure it fit. He then swiped the rim and flicked it up.
You slowly put your arms around Arthur and buried your face in his chest, closing him in a hug. Arthur’s ring was burning heavy in his pocket but he decided now wasn’t the time.
“Y/N we found out who those men were and we might know how to find the man with the piggie birthmark”
Dutch spoke up. You looked at him and listened attentively.
“They’re apart of a gang called the O’Driscolls”
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