#arthur morgan x teen! Oc

[paradox-valleyy]

Lost and Found

Pre-canon rdr 2 x Teen!fem!oc

Prologue | Chapter 1

Word count: 2,8k

Note: I don’t know if anyone will actually like this, but I tried to do something new.

Summer, 1895, Western America

The midday sun scorched the earth beneath its relentless heat, a blinding gold disk high in the pale blue sky. Even the wind had given up, leaving the streets of the small western town dry and desolate. A fine layer of dust clung to everything, swirling briefly in the occasional stir of movement but settling back quickly. Horses shuffled lazily in front of saloons and shops, flicking their tails to ward off flies. A dog lay panting in the shade of a porch, barely lifting its head as a boy walked by.

Joel was twelve—maybe. He didn’t know exactly, well that’s what he told everyone around her. Since actually, Joel was Jolene, a 15-year-old girl, who hid her identity to make surviving easier. She trudged down the town’s narrow main street, her head low but her eyes alert, scanning for anything or anyone that might pose a threat. Or an opportunity. Her light brown eyes, sharp despite their weariness, flicked from person to person, catching glimpses of tired faces under wide-brimmed hats, leather boots caked in dust, and the occasional glint of coins as men passed money over to shopkeepers or into saloon bartenders’ hands.

The girl’s stomach growled audibly. She hadn’t eaten in two days—three, maybe—and hunger gnawed at her like a desperate animal. Her body was all wiry limbs and bones, stretched too thin by starvation. Her skin, tan from the harsh sun, was smeared with dirt, and her short-cropped light blonde hair stuck to her forehead in sweat-soaked clumps. She wore a pair of trousers several sizes too big, cinched at the waist with a fraying length of twine, and a torn shirt that hung loosely off her small frame. Her torn boots dragged along, accustomed to the rough ground.

The scar across her face was old, though it still itched sometimes, stretching from the center of her forehead down through her right brow, ending just above her eyelid. People often asked about it, wondering how she’d gotten it, but Jolene never offered explanations. Out here, survival spoke louder than words.

Her path brought her to the general store, a worn building with weather-beaten signs and dusty windows. The storekeeper was an old man with a calm demeanor, but Jolene had learned long ago how to be invisible in places like this. She could slip in, slip out, and no one would be any wiser.

The girl pushed the door open, a bell above it jingling softly as she stepped inside. The cool, stale air of the store washed over her, a brief respite from the oppressive heat outside. Shelves lined the walls, stocked with everything from canned goods to tools, clothing to medicine. Jolene’s eyes went immediately to the counter, where the shopkeeper, Johnson, sat hunched over a ledger, muttering under his breath as he tallied numbers.

Jolene approached slowly, her hand already fishing in her pocket for the few coins she had. She barely had enough to buy anything, but that didn’t matter. She was after something else entirely. She picked up a small pack of gum from the counter and tossed her coins next to it.

“How much?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the dry air.

The shopkeeper glanced up, squinting at Jolene. “Two cents,” he grunted.

Jolene pushed the coins forward, making a show of counting them out, as her other hand slipped toward the shelf beside the counter where salted meats hung. Her fingers brushed against one of the packets, and with a quick, practiced motion, she swiped it, tucking it into the loose folds of her shirt.

She picked up her gum and pocketed it. “Thanks,” she mumbled, backing away toward the door. The shopkeeper barely looked at her, already turning back to his ledger as he muttered “Take care.” Jolenej pushed the door open and stepped back into the sun, her heart pounding with adrenaline.

Outside, she slipped into the narrow alley beside the store, crouching behind a stack of crates. She pulled the packet of salted meat from her shirt, tore it open with trembling hands, and bit into it. The salt stung her dry mouth, but the taste was heavenly. She chewed slowly, savoring each bite, her stomach finally calming as it felt the first touch of food in days. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then tucked the rest of the meat into her pocket for later.

Once she was done eating, Jolene wandered back onto the main street, moving carefully now, her sharp eyes darting around as she spotted potential marks. There was always someone drunk in this town no matter the time, or just plain stupid—people who didn’t keep a close eye on their wallets or purses.

She spotted a man leaning heavily against a post outside the saloon, a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling from one hand. His jacket was unbuttoned, and Jolene could see the bulge of a coin pouch hanging loosely from his belt. The man swayed slightly, his head lolling forward, and Jolene’s pulse quickened. This was an easy mark.

As she moved closer, keeping to the shadows, Jolene reached out, her hand just inches from the pouch, when a voice called out behind her.

“Joel!”

She froze, her heart jumping into her throat. For a split second, she thought she’d been caught, but when she turned, she saw a familiar figure standing on the porch of the doctor’s office across the street. Dr. Avery, the town’s doctor, was waving at her, his face a mix of curiosity and kindness.

Jolene hesitated, glancing back at the man with the coin pouch, but she knew better than to risk it now. She took a step back and quickly crossed the street to where Dr. Avery stood.

“Afternoon, Doc,” Jolene said, trying to sound casual despite the nerves buzzing in her chest.

Dr. Avery smiled, wiping his hands on his apron. He was a tall, lean man with sharp features, his dark hair streaked with gray at the temples. He had a habit of looking at people like he could see right through them, and Jolene always felt a little uneasy under his gaze. But the doctor had never treated her with anything but kindness, and in a town like this, that counted for something.

“You look like you could use a little work,” the doctor said, his eyes glancing over Jolene’s dirty, torn clothes. “Got a job for you, if you’re interested.”

Jolene’s eyes lit up. “What kind of job?”

“I need some herbs. They grow out by the river, near the edge of the woods. Won’t take you too long to collect ’em, and I’ll pay you for your trouble.”

Jolene nodded eagerly. Work was hard to come by, especially for someone like her, and she couldn’t pass up the chance to earn some real money. “What do you need?”

Dr. Avery pulled a small cloth bag from his pocket and handed it to Jolene. “Burdock Root, mostly. You’ll know it when you see it—grows near the water. Bring back as much as you can, and I’ll pay you fair. Just don’t take too long. Sun’s only getting hotter.”

Jolene took the bag, nodding. “I’ll be quick, Doc.”

The doctor gave her a nod. “Good lad. I’ll be waiting.”

Without another word, Jolene turned and headed for the outskirts of town, the dust kicking up beneath her boots as she hurried toward the river. She’d been to the riverbank plenty of times—it was a quiet spot, a small, winding stretch of water that cut through the valley just beyond the town. The woods nearby were dense, thick with towering pines and scrub brush, but the river itself was a peaceful place, far enough from town that no one bothered you.

As Jolene made her way through the dry brush, the sun beat down on her, making her sweat through her shirt. She wiped her brow with her sleeve, squinting against the brightness. The ground sloped downward, and soon the sound of trickling water reached her ears. The river came into view, its clear, cool waters a stark contrast to the dry, dusty land around it. Jolene smiled despite herself, the sight of the water offering a brief sense of relief.

She crouched down by the water’s edge, dipping her hands into the cool current and splashing her face and neck. The water felt like heaven against her skin, washing away the dust and grime. She took off her boots, lifted her pants to her thighs, and stood in the river, the water reaching up to her knees, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. She looked around for the herbs Dr. Avery had asked for and soon spotted clusters of it growing near the water, their bright green leaves standing out against the rocky shore.

Jolene got to work quickly, crouching down to pull out handfuls of the roots, stuffing them carefully into the cloth bag. The sun was rising higher, and she could feel the heat pressing down on her, but she kept at it, her mind focused on the promise of payment.

As she worked, something caught her eye in the distance—a small caravan moving into the trees on the other side of the river. Jolene paused, crouching lower in the water as she watched the caravan wind its way through the woods. They were far enough away that they hadn’t noticed her, just a small, ragged figure kneeling by the riverbank. The caravan seemed like an odd sight—there wasn’t much reason to be heading into those woods unless you were looking for trouble or trying to hide from it.

Jolene watched them for a few moments longer, curiosity tugging at her, but eventually, she shrugged and turned back to her task. Whatever business those people had, it wasn’t her concern. She had her own survival to worry about.

The afternoon wore on, and the sun climbed higher, its heat becoming more oppressive as Jolene worked, her fingers swift and steady as she filled the small bag with roots. Her shirt clung to her back, damp with sweat, and she could feel the sunburn setting into her neck and arms. But it didn’t matter—she was nearly done, and the thought of the coins jingling in her pocket by the end of the day kept her going.

Finally, when the bag was full, Jolene stood up, brushing her dirty hands on her trousers. She looked back across the river where the caravan had vanished into the woods, a lingering curiosity tugging at her. What kind of people went off the main trails and into the thick, untraveled forest? Bandits, maybe—or strangers passing through, just looking for a quiet place to camp. Either way, it wasn’t her problem. Not yet, at least.

Jolene began the trek back to town, moving at a brisk pace despite the heat. The walk was mostly uphill, and by the time she reached the outskirts, her legs ached, and sweat dripped down her face. The sight of the town made her feel a strange sense of relief and weariness all at once. She didn’t belong here, exactly, but it was the closest thing she had to a home right now.

She headed straight for Dr. Avery’s office, trying not to look too eager as she pushed open the door. The doctor was inside, bent over his desk, scribbling in a notebook. He glanced up when Jolene entered, his sharp eyes taking in her dusty clothes and sweaty face.

“You’re quick,” Dr. Avery remarked, setting down his pen. He held out a hand for the bag, and Jolene handed it over, watching as the doctor inspected the contents with a practiced eye. “Good work,” he murmured, nodding in approval.

The doctor turned to a small wooden drawer and pulled out a canteen, pressing it into Jolene’s hands. “Here, take a drink. You look like you’ve been to the desert and back.”

Jolene took the canteen gratefully, tipping it back and gulping down the cool water. It tasted faintly of metal, but to her, it was the best drink she’d ever had. When she was finished, she handed the canteen back, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

Dr. Avery reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of cash. He counted out five dollars and placed it in Jolene’s outstretched hand. Her eyes widened at the sight of the money. Five dollars was more than she’d expected; it was enough for several meals, maybe even a new shirt if she bargained hard enough.

“Thank you, Doc,” she said, the gratitude clear in her voice.

The doctor smiled faintly, his gaze softening. “You earned it, Joel. Hard work deserves fair pay.”

Jolene nodded, tucking the money carefully into her pocket. She didn’t linger, giving Dr. Avery a short nod before heading out the door. As she stepped back into the blinding afternoon sunlight, she felt the cool weight of the money against her thigh, a comforting reminder that, for now, she’d have a little bit of security.

Jolene settled into an alley. The money she’d just pocketed was a comfort, and the shadow of the alley hid her from the biting sun. She nibbled on the last bite of her salted meat, savoring every grain of salt, every scrap of toughness.

As she leaned back, the sound of footsteps reached her ears. She didn’t startle—she’d learned long ago how to stay calm, even when it felt like someone was creeping up on her. Glancing down the alley, she saw a familiar figure lumbering toward her.

Mr. Doyle, the town’s gunsmith, was a tall, heavyset man with a face weathered by the sun and dusted with soot. He looked about ready to burst, his whole posture screaming the need for relief. He barely even registered Jolene as he staggered to the far corner of the alley and, with a muttered curse about the “damn hot day,” got to the business of taking a piss.

Jolene smirked a little and kept her gaze pointedly elsewhere, deciding the best thing she could do was make herself as invisible as possible. Once done, Doyle exhaled a loud sigh of satisfaction, tucking himself back in place and pulling out a cigarette from his breast pocket. He struck a match, bringing it to his lips, and took a long drag before finally noticing Jolene in the shadows.

“Ah, Joel. Sneakin’ around as usual, I see,” Doyle said with a half-smile, leaning against the wall. His voice was gruff, but there was a friendly note under the rough edges.

Jolene grinned back, chewing the last bit of meat. “Not sneakin’, just resting.”

Doyle nodded, taking another pull on his cigarette and letting the smoke drift upward. He eyed the scrap of meat in Jolene’s hand with a quirked brow. “You didn’t happen to lift that from old Johnson’s store, did ya?”

Jolene shook her head, pulling out on of the bills from her pocket. “I bought it fair, with the money Doc Avery gave me. He had me collect some herbs by the river.”

Doyle let out a chuckle, his laugh rough and deep. “Well, well. Look at you, an honest working man. Keep that up, and maybe you’ll even make something of yourself one day.” He took another drag, eyeing Jolene with a blend of amusement and something that might have been respect.

Jolene gave a small shrug, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Guess I’ll have to keep the work comin’ to make that happen.”

The gunsmith chuckled again, flicking the ash from his cigarette. “You’re all right, kid. Stay out of trouble, yeah? Doc Avery’s got a soft spot for ya, and who knows? You stick around, keep workin’—maybe life won’t be so rough on you after all.”

With that, Doyle gave a casual wave and walked off, his boots crunching softly on the dusty ground as he disappeared back onto the street.

Jolene leaned back against the wall, still feeling the cool weight of the coins and bills in her pocket. She didn’t trust people too easily, but Doyle’s words settled in the back of her mind like a small, stubborn spark of hope. For the moment, life was simple. She had enough money to get by for the next few days, maybe even buy herself a small meal or two.

As long as she stayed smart, stayed quiet, and kept her head down, she could survive. And for a girl like her, survival was enough.

Jolene glanced up at the sky, watching as the colors shifted, orange and pink slowly blending into the deep purple of night. Her life was a patchwork of dusty streets and stolen shadows, but at least it was hers. And for now, that was just fine

[riskyraiker]

HELP ME OUT RDR FANDOM

Father figure!Arthur x teen!Reader/OC

SO I HAD THIS IDEA!!! I'm new to posting for Arthur Morgan, but this is something I have to do!!

So the reader or oc is a early teenager or something. Lost their parents or ran away from home and Arthur finds them all sad, hungry and lost in the woods during a hunting trip, a ride somewherw or during a mission. He can't just leave you there, but he couldn't take you to camp since the whole group are outlaws. Yet he took you with him, the scene reminding Dutch of how Hosea brought arthur to camp when he was young.

It takes time for Arthur and the teen to connect and feel comfortable around each other, but after a while it becomes better. Arthur becomes the teens father figure and is there for the kid, BUT THE SAD PART: they both die on that same cliff... Of TB or a bad wound idk yet.

[make-me-imagine]

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[sapphohod]

story summary: After her mother’s death at sixteen, Rosalind was taken in by family friends Sadie and Jake Adler. Two years later, Rosalind comes for a visit and discovers their cabin burned to the ground. When she finds Sadie has joined a gang to seek revenge, Rosalind reluctantly follows suit. The last thing she expected to get was a family, and for them to change her life forever.

A retelling of RDR2’s story with my OC Rosalind and some other canon divergence.

pairing(s): Arthur Morgan & Female OC, Sadie Adler & Female OC, Mary-Beth Gaskill x Female OC

rating: teen+

Chapter 14: Magicians and Men for Sport

words: 4+ k

warnings: none

chapter summary: Rosalind and friends go to Rhodes looking for work.

a/n: none

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I am willing to push the limits in just about anything but I will not write about anything that has to do with bodily fluid/ excrement as a kink (no scat play, no golden showers etc)  and absolutely no Pedophilia.

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Weasley Boys

The Last Kingdom 

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Sihtric

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Mike Dodds

John Munch

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Thea Queen

Steve Trevor

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Maze Runner

Gally

Newt

Thomas

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Giuliano de’Medici

Lorenzo de’Medici

Peaky Blinders

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John Shelby

Michael Gray

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Supernatural

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Charlie Bradbury

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jordan Parrish

Lydia Martin

Theo Raeken

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Vampire Diaries (Including The Originals and Legacies)

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Enzo

Hope Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Landon Kirby

Niklaus Mikaelson

Stevan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Vikings

Bishop Heahmund

Floki

Halfdan the Black

Ivar the Boneless

King Harald Finehari

Ragnar

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first line game

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns, and choose your favorite opening line! tag 10 of your favorite authors! (omg I only know like two authors that I follow on here so @seasidewriter1-writes you are my one and only tag lmao hi)

@songbvrd this is the first time I've ever been tagged in something like this and it honestly made me so happy (may or may not have teared up) that u thought of me, I'm so touched thank you!!!

I have 11 stories spanning from this year all the way back to 2013 and some of them I just... I was young, okay? and not very good at the writing shtick (not that I'm much better now, but hey). I'll turn it around by adding lines from future WIPs I've got lurking in my Google Docs lol. 

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Derek Hale has a lot of time for Vernon Boyd. 

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She should really have every lightbulb in her small apartment switched on and glaring, since the darkness always seems to press in around her, hiding black eyes and soft-spoken words.

Finding Home - Peter Parker/OC (MCU) - 237k - 04/2018-05/2020

They had put a bag over her head when they’d jumped her. 

Siblings, Secrets, and Suspicions - Jenko/OC (21 Jump Street) - 20k - 12/2014-02/2017

I managed to sweet-talk my way into getting let out of work three hours early tonight, just to make sure I’m around if my brother decides high school parties aren’t as cool as they’re made out to be on television.

Of Fragile Souls - Alex Summers/OC (X-Men) - 58k - 06/2014-01/2018

His coat of white should have meant that he was the embodiment of peace, of innocence and purity and everything good in this world, but he contradicted that in any and every way he could.

The Phoenix and The Riddler - Riddler/OC (DC) - 3k - 10/2013

“D’you know where Bruce Wayne is hiding out?” I asked Selina, scratching one of her many cats’ heads.

A Forgotten Enemy - One Ring POV (Lord of the Rings) - 1k - 08/2013

I have discovered that time passes excruciatingly slowly when you lie, forgotten by all who once feared you, on an unknown riverbed.

Emberling - Legolas/OC (Lord of the Rings) - 58k - 07/2013-hiatus

Stars, the eldest of all beings belonging to the world of Middle Earth, and any other world existing.

The Phoenix - Riddler/OC (DC) - 39k - 05/2013-08/2013

“Patient interview number one. Patient’s name is Kenna Fyrian.”

Okay now it’s time for future WIPs so I can change the subject from those ooold fics I am cringing over after glancing in their direction lmao.

An Unstoppable Force and an Immovable Object - Thiam (Teen Wolf) - TBD

I'm not the bad guy, he had told Stiles.

Untitled Fic - Derek/OC (Teen Wolf) - TBD (won’t be the first line, but it’s all I have)

Ava’s eyes squint with wary suspicion as she hops down from her truck, pebbles skittering under her sneakers when she hits the ground.

Untitled Fic - Poe/OC (Star Wars) - TBD (no idea if this will be the first line, but it’s all I have)

The world is a bleak grey, from the soil to the buildings to the sky.

Untitled Fic - Griffin/OC (Jumper) - TBD

“Motherfuck-” Danny splutters through the blood pouring into her mouth, arms pumping as her feet thunder down the corridor.

Untitled Fic - OC (Umbrella Academy) - TBD

When Eliana was young, Luther would always insist she stand somewhere near the fire extinguishers positioned strategically within each room of the colossal mansion.

Thunder and Lightning - Arthur Morgan/OC (Red Dead Redemption 2) - TBD

Josephine crouches behind a large stone, one knee pressing into the soil, the damp earth slowly soaking into the material of her pants.

Untitled Fic - Jack/OC (Supernatural) - TBD

Vivian slows the car to a stop and turns the engine off, exhaling shakily.

Untitled Fic - Edmund/OC (Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian) - TBD

Arianna leans her back against the foot of the bed, one knee bent to support her elbow, the other leg stretched lazily in front of her.

and that’s all the ones that have any drabbles written for them! any others are just like vague bullet points at the moment. 

I think the only kind of patterns I was aware of, looking back at these fics, is that my older ones when I first started out were mostly written in first person, and then from Finding Home-onwards I switched to third person. for some reason the first person stuff makes me especially cringy now. there’s a decent mix of short and long sentences, some dialogue thrown in, some names introduced straight off the bat, but I kinda like that I’m not doing the same thing over and over.

as for picking a favourite, uft.. Untethered is one I'm quite proud of, and that chapter kind of wrote itself one day when I was feeling particularly down and needing to distract myself, so it means something to me. Finding Home is my longest fic to date and is one that I hold very close to my heart, despite there being parts that I wish I'd done differently and stuff. Untitled Jumper Fic is hopefully going to be quite a fun one, when I eventually get round to it; what I’ve characterised so far for Danny I really like, so I’m looking forward to that one. An Unstoppable Force and an Immovable Object is another one that I’m excited for and super eager to get started on, but I’m holding myself back so I can concentrate on Untethered. Oh and then the Untitled Teen Wolf Fic is another one I keep having waves of inspiration for and I keep just noting it down in bullet points or writing drabbles and then tearing my attention back to my actual WIP.

the end?

[fagwolf-archive]

Chapters: 1/12

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kieran Duffy/Arthur Morgan/Original Male Character(s), Kieran Duffy/Arthur Morgan, Kieran Duffy/Original Male Character(s), Arthur Morgan/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Arthur Morgan, Kieran Duffy, Original Male Character(s), Others are mentioned in the epilogue but I'm not tagging

Additional Tags: Polyamory, Colter - Freeform, Established Relationship, (Kieran and Arthur), Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Fluff and Angst, Werewolves, Trans Male Character, that's David and it's not a big thing but it's mentiomed, Neurodiversity, David is ND it's never said but it is highly implied, Hunting, Introspection, Miscommunication, Self-Doubt, Awkward Flirting, Bisexual Arthur Morgan, Gay Kieran Duffy, Blizzards & Snowstorms, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alcohol, Drunk Dancing, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Its coat was grey and brown, collecting in a mane around its neck and great, loose furls around its joints - thick and muscular hind legs that it was leaning forward on, even with shoulders and front legs that looked more human than canine. Furry, no doubt, but- it had hands. Great, padded, clawed hands that could grasp the buck and tear its flesh, while its tail wagged lazily behind it.

“Wh-what the fuck is that?”

Arthur jumped, getting so lost in his own bewilderment that he forgot Kieran was there. Luckily, the wolf hadn’t noticed them yet, still caught up in its meal. Reaching slowly for his rifle, Arthur nodded at Kieran to grab his own. They sized it up - it was distracted, vulnerable. Arthur cocked his gun.

Its ears twitched, head snapping towards them. For a moment, it seemed to look at Arthur - look him directly in the eye. Its head tilted. Blood still coated its muzzle.

Then there was a shot, and it wailed.

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This is literally just an OC x canon fic and I know people generally don't like to read those but please give it a chance!! I've been working on this on and off for months so it would make me so happy if people read it!

[luna-jaden-shadow]

MASTERLIST

Requests are open for any of the fandoms ( Click ) (feel free to suggest one and I’ll let you know if I can) and if you want smut here’s what the limits are ( Click )

Festive Prompt List (Christmas) -> CLICK Prompt List (Spooky) -> TBA Prompt List (General) -> TBA

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Key - 

(S) - Smut

(F) - Fluff

(P) - Preference 

(I) - Imagine

(H) Headcannon

(A) Angst

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Marvel

Never Along - Tony Stark X Avenger!Reader (F)

Only You - Tony Stark X Reader (F)

Where Did Everybody Go? - Tony Stark X Ex-Hydra!Reader (A)

My Speedster - Pietro Maximoff X Reader (S)

Progress - Wanda Maximoff X Reader (F)

Natasha Romanoff taking care of you when you’re sick would include (H)

Sign Me Up - Frank Castle X Reader (F)

Family First - Frank Castle X Reader (F)

Her Habits - Trish Walker X Reader (F)

Trouble Find Me - Bucky Barnes X Hydra!Reader (F)

Bottom Of The River - Peter Parker X Reader (A)

Fix You - Peter Parker X Male!Reader (A) (F)

Peter Parker Fluff Alphabet (F)

X-gene - Logan Howlett X Reader (A)

Rock The Bed - Logan Howlett X Reader (S)

Psych 101 - Thor Odinson X Reader (F)

Running Out Of Time - Stephen Strange X Avenger!Reader (A)

The Walking Dead

Ambushed - Negan X Reader (F)

Defensive - Negan X Reader (S)

Moving On - Negan X Reader (F)

Pleading Innocent - Negan X Reader (F)

Under My Protection - Negan X Teen!Fem!Reader (F)

Dandelion - Negan X Reader  (pt. 2)  (pt. 3) (F) (A)

Freezing Storm - Negan X Reader (F)

Hunter Down - Daryl Dixon X Reader (F)

Panicked Love - Daryl Dixon X Reader (F)

Reality - Daryl Dixon X Reader (A)

Saved You First - Daryl Dixon X Teen!Fem!Reader (F)

My Way Or The Highway - Daryl DIxon X Reader (A)

Unbelievable - Rick Grimes X Reader (A)

Trust Issues - Aaron X Fem!Teen!Reader (F)

Friend On The Other Side - Aaron X Teen!Whisperer!Reader (F) (A)

Supernatural

Fall For Me  - Dean Winchester X Angel!Reader (F)

Creep - Dean Winchester X Reader (A)

Paper Crown - Sam Winchester X Male! Reader (F)

Sleeping Grace - Castiel X Hunter!Reader (F) (A)

I’ve Got You - Gabriel X Hunter!Reader (F)

DC Comics

My Drug - Arthur Fleck/Joker X Crazy!Reader (F)

I Don’t Know You - Red Hood X Male!Reader (A) (F)

I’m Serious - Red Hood X Trans!Oc (Nova) (F)

Harley Quinn Being Jealous Would Include. . . (H)

My Hero Academia

In The Hands Of The Enemy - Dabi X Fem!Reader (F)

Let’s Hang Out Sometime - Tomura Shigaraki X Reader (F) (A)

Swapped - Shota Aizawa X Hero!Fem!Reader (F)

Please. . . - Shota Aizawa X Hizashi Yamada X Hero!Reader (A) (F)

Is Something Burning? - Shoto Todoroki X Reader (F) (A)

Gotham

Jerome Valeska Being Jealous Would Include. . . (H)

Harvey Bullock Being Jealous Would Include. . . (H)

Flirty Mood - Harvey Bullock X Reader (F)

My Queen - Barbara Kean X Female!Reader (F)

One In A Million - Barbara Kean X Reader (F)

Always - Barbara Kean X Reader (F)

Not Next - Jonathan Crane X OC (F)

Breathe In, Breathe Out - Jonathan Crane X Villain!Reader (F) (A)

Run Away - Jim Gordon X Teen!Reader (F)

Unhealthy Obsession - Edward Nygma X Reader (A)

I Think I Broke Something - Oswald Cobblepot X Reader (A) (F)

Criminal Minds

Meant To Be - JJ X Reader (F)

My Life For Yours - Spencer Ried X Reader (A)

Lucifer

Sinnerman - Lucifer X Reader (F)

Law & Order SVU

Gamble Your Heart Away - Amanda Rollins X Reader (F)

Buried In Work - Dominick “Sonny” Carisi X Reader (F)

Big Brother

Our Little Secret - Nicole Franzel X Reader (F)

The 100

I Promise You - Clarke Griffin X Reader (A) (F)

Fight For You - Lexa X Reader (F)

Grey’s Anatomy

Meredith Grey Fluff Alphabet  (F)

Date Me - Mark Sloan X Reader (F)

Friends With Benefits - Lexie Grey X Shepherd!Reader (S)

School Girl Crush - Lexie Grey X Fem!Shepherd!Reader (F)

His Eyes - Derek Shepherd X Reader (A)

A Little Bit Of Luck - Derek Shepherd X Sloan!Reader (A) (F)

Scream To The Heavens - Izzie Stevens X Sloan!Reader (F)

Love Bug - Izzie Stevens X Reader (F)

Love to - Arizona Robbins X Field!Reader (F)

Stand By You - Lucy Fields X Reader (F)

They Look So Pretty When The Bleed - Alex Karev X Reader (A) (F)

Soul Eater

Drunk Words Sober Intent - Older!Deathscythe!Soul X Fem!Reader (F)

Seven Deadly Sins

For The Greater Good - Ban X Sin!Reader (F) (A)

Dead To Me

Cuddling With Judy Hale Would Includ. . . (H)

Halo

Team Osiris Cuddles (P)

Vale Trying To Make You Feel Better Would Include (H)

Perfect Week - Olympia Vale X Reader (F)

Lazy Day - Human!Cortana X Reader (F)

Orange Is The New Black

Love Doctors - Lorna Morello X Reader (F)

Apple Pie Life - Maritza Ramos X Fem!Reader (F)

Found Me - Maritza Ramos X Fem!Reader (A) (F) 

American Horror Story

Go Bite In The Night - James March X Reader (S)

Saying “I love you” to Mary Eunice first would include (H)

Jealousy Got The Best Of Me - Nora Montgomery X Reader (F)

My Light House - Misty Day X Reader (F)

YouTuber’s

Noodle - Courtney Miller (Smosh) X Reader (F)

This Is War - Mark Fischbach (Markiplier) X Reader (F)

Markiplier (Egos)

Evermore - Darkiplier X Reader (A)

Requiem - Darkiplier X Reader (A) (F)

Twilight (Pt. 2) - Darkiplier X Reader (A) (F)

Holiday Season - Darkiplier X Reader (F)

All I Want - Darkiplier X Reader (F)

In Your Head - Wilford Warfstache X Reader (A)

Adventure’s Call - Illinois X Reader (F)

Dead On Arrival - Illinois X Reader (F) (A)

Musical Friend - Yancy X Reader (F)

Parole - Yancy X Reader (F)

Meant To Be Yous’ - Yandere!Yancy X Reader (A)

Poking The Bear - The Host X Reader (F)

The Perfect Gift - The Host X Reader (F)

Panic Room - The Host X Reader (F)

In All Of The Seven Seas - Captain Magnum X Fem!Reader (F)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Beautiful As The Sea - Elizabeth Swann X Reader (F)

Aphmau Series’

Anger - Zane Ro’meave X Reader (F)

Celebrities

Missing You - Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Reader (S) (F)

Who Do You Belong To? - Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Reader (S)

Set Sex - Lauren Cohan X Reader (S)

Sleeping Beauty - Evan Peters X Reader (F)

Promise - Patrick Stump X Reader (F)

Snoopin’ Around - Jennifer Aniston X Reader (A)

Video Games

Fallout 4 Casefile - Nick Valentine X Reader (A)

Until Dawn Session 3 - Chris Heartley X Reader (A)

Santa’s List - Samantha Giddings X Reader (F)

Alien Isolation Where Do You Think You’re Going? - Amanda Ripley X Reader (F)

Victorious

Movie Night - Jade West X Reader (F)

Run Along - Jade West X Reader (F)

Confidence - Jade West X Reader (F)

Good Looking Mess - Jade West X Reader (F)

Disney

Under The Mistletoe - Elsa X Reader (F)

Secret Love - Elsa X Fem!Reader (F)

The Office

Halloween Mishap - Pam X Reader (F)

NCIS

Injured On The Job - Ziva David X Reader (F)

[ao3feed-merlin]

The Dark One

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QvOWeC

by xFandomloverx

Merlin x Sherlock x Supernatural x OUAT x Doctor who

MultiFandom Crossover

Warning: Major Character Death

I don't own any of them except for the story and my OC.

Credits to Fandomwiki.com for the information that I have used in this story.

-Complete-

Words: 11489, Chapters: 10/16, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural, Merlin BBC, Sherlock BBC, ouat, Doctor Who BBC

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table (Merlin), Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Merlin (Merlin)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Crossover, Fanfiction, Colin Morgan - Freeform, Fluff, female protaganist, Love Story, Happy Ending, Merlin bbc - Freeform, Multifandom Crossover, multifandom - Freeform, SherlockBBC - Freeform, OUAT - Freeform, Supernatural - Freeform, doctorwhobbc, merlinxoc - Freeform, supermerwholockouat

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QvOWeC

[sweet-sugar-cowboy]

Miss. Orléans | Red Dead Redemption 2 | Part 3

Elizabeth Orléans comes from a background of unimaginable wealth from her father. Raised in the life of luxury, she adored her parents and was always a respectable little girl. However, when tragic hits and she’s wearing all black at her mother’s funeral, her life is turned upside down as her father became a drunken mess.

During one of her fathers business meetings, Elizabeth wanders in town and gets herself caught up in something dangerous. Then the infamous Dutch Van der Linde saved her and took her in. There she fell in love and only to have her heart broken.

When events and situations change, Elizabeth leaves the gang and her life as an Outlaw. Leaving only a note and a pile of cash.

John Marston x OC (implied)

Arthur Morgan x OC

Word count: 2343

The whiskey scorched her throat in the most pleasant of ways as her body was filled with warmth. Gently placing the glass down on her wooden desk, she let out a shaky sigh as her gaze went back to the window and at Saint Denis, "you can stay if you want. However, bring the slightest trouble to this household and I will turn all of you in to the Pinkertons."

"We need to talk Eliza," Arthur spoke as he refused the whiskey that Timothy offered him.

"There really ain't nothing to talk about," Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, ignoring the intense glare of Arthur as she pulled out another cigar and lit it. Somewhere she knew she was being selfish for denying Arthur this, but then again she managed to raise them for nearly 7 years now, and she likes to think she raised her kids right. Elizabeth knew Arthur since he was in his teens, knew that his heart belonged with the gang and wouldn't leave it, even if it were for his children's sake. The most she would have gotten out of him would have been a few visits here and there, but that wasn't enough for her. It was either the four of them a family or only three.

However, guilt still edged on her consciousness as she knew about Arthur's son Isaac. She was there to comfort him when he returned to the gang the same day, distraught and angry at the world. With open arms she allowed Arthur to grieve the lost of his family, with no judgement or any comforting words. Just silence and company that the man needed. Elizabeth couldn't even imagine loosing either of her kids, just thinking about it tore her apart in the inside. That was the reason why she left the gang, to get away from the trouble that comes with riding with them. To raise her kids right, so they can do right.

"Do they even know about me?" Arthur asked, desperate for answers as he stared at Elizabeth who refused to meet his gaze.

"They know their father is alive, just don't know who it is and I intend to keep it that way," life wasn't fair and Elizabeth wasn't being fair. However, if it was to keep her children safe she would become the most selfish person in the world.

"So what, I'm just gonna act like I'm not their father?"

Sighing exasperated, Elizabeth whirled around to finally meet her gaze and her mind wandered as she silently admitted to herself that Arthur Morgan was still as good looking as ever, "Look what you got yourself into Arthur! You have a 5 thousand dollar bounty on your head! You're wanted in several states and you're a murderer, do you expect me to be all willing to let you into their lives? Next thing you know Rosie will be wanting to join your gang, then what? She gets a 5 thousand dollar bounty and I got to watch my daughter hanged? I told you this world is changing and I'm adapting to make sure my children stay alive and they live a good life and they are good people. The question here Arthur, are you willing to adapt? Because I certainly don't think you are. Me agreeing to talk to you is putting their lives at risk."

Arthur didn't know how to reply, couldn't reply because what she was saying was true. He was a bad man, and he's undeserving to anything good that comes his way and that applies to Elizabeth and her children. She was doing something he couldn't do for the sake of his children. Unlike him, Elizabeth knew where her loyalty lied and left the gang. Some people would have saw it as betrayal, but she was doing the right thing, and Arthur didn't quite know if he would have left with her if he knew.

He couldn't even be angry at her anymore as he took a look around the room. His children is living in a life of luxury but he knew they weren't spoiled because Elizabeth would make sure they weren't. The world is changing and Arthur couldn't adapt in time to be there for his family, even if he didn't know he had one. All his time was spent foolishly going after a women who could never love him, only wanted him because he was a challenge. The one person who was willing to accept him for all his flaw was Elizabeth and he went ahead and left her. It was his biggest mistake.

"I think that's enough," Hosea cut in between the two, "Eliza, I promise we won't bring any problems to this this household. I'm just glad you and your kids are doing okay."

Where Hosea was involved, Elizabeth couldn't be mad, because he was like a father to her. Took her in and raised her, tried to raise her right and raise her with good morals. Elizabeth never forgot about all the small lessons he taught her and all the stories he ever told her. She looked up to him in more ways then one. It wasn't Dutch she respected, but it was Hosea, he was the reason why she agreed to meet them.

"Indeed," Elizabeth mumbled, "why don't you all run along now and make arrangements to come here. Not all at once, send a small group every other day to here," waving her hand for Timothy to escort them out, her gaze landed on Hosea, "would you like to stay Hosea and go fishing with me and the kids? It's been too long since we just talked and I'd like to catch up with you."

"It would be a great joy of mine Eliza," Hosea smiled as the corner of his eyes crinkled with age, but tenderness. He always had a soft spot for Eliza, so did Bessie as she absolutely adored the girl like she was her own daughter. Turning to the guys he tipped his hat slightly, "You three go back to the camp and get arrangements ready. It'll be best to send Abigail and Jack here first."

Reluctantly the three men left, Arthur silently telling Elizabeth that he wanted to have a nice long chat when they get the time.

Once everyone left, leaving Hosea and Elizabeth alone, the women slumped in her chair as she rubbed her temples. Before she looked timeless as if time was in her favor, but now she looked tired as if she hasn't rested a day in her life. Glancing up at Hosea, she offered a small genuine smile, "I see Arthur in Rosie whenever I look at her. She has this thing to her that he had, James is such a shy boy. I wonder how he'll ever find himself a women."

Hosea chuckled lightly, "I'm sure James will be just as charming as his father. They both seem healthy and happy, I can tell you've been a good mother to them."

"Have I though Hosea?" She was was uncertain as she confronted her past and now she was contemplating if she ever made any of the right decisions, "is it horrible that I hid Arthur from them?"

"I don't think so Eliza, I think you've made a decision any mother would have made. For a long time the gang was your family, but now you have a new one, two young ones that needs guiding and protection," he was always a wise person, always giving good advice.

"That's what I missed the most Hosea! You always knew what to say, I didn't know what to do when Rosie started asking about her father. At first she thought he abandoned them and didn't love them," she still couldn't get the image of her distraught daughter when she thought that, "I ended up telling them that he didn't leave us, that I left him. Told them he was a good man but just did bad things."

"Parenting was always a tricky thing," Hosea confessed as he walked over to the window and admired the view of the city, "but you were always just thinking about what would be best for them. I could only imagine what could have happened if you decided to stay."

"How is Dutch anyway Hosea? He just...something just ain't right with him," Dutch never snapped at her the way he did before, but then again time changes people.

"I wish I can tell you Eliza, it's just been hard on all of us," Hosea sighed as he began to wonder about the future of the gang. He was getting old and couldn't keep doing ridiculous heists anymore. If only the gang believed in Arthur and his plans, things could have gone differently.

Standing up, Elizabeth decided not to waist time anymore and to focus on her children, "I'm gonna go and get changed for fishing, feel free to explore the place and don't be shy around James and Rosie."

*****

I don't even know what to write anymore. Everything don't make sense anymore after Blackwater and I get to meet Eliza again but then I find out I have two kids. They got Eliza's hair and that little mark underneath their left eye, but everything else was me. All this time while I was running around robbing banks and fooling around with Mary, I had two kids I could have been taking care of.

Even if Eliza kept it a secret, I should have known. She was 5 months pregnant when she left the gang, how did I not notice? And we are gonna live with them now, how do I even act around those three, I want to be there for James and Rosie now, but Eliza doesn't want me anywhere near them. Can't blame her, I'm a bad man. A wanted man. An Outlaw.

*a picture of Eliza and next to her James and Rosie*

Finishing up my drawing, I tucked my journal back into my satchel as I leaned back against the wagon in which my make-shift bed was pressed up against. The gang was hiding out in a secluded area in the forest a little far off from a small town called Valentines. Dutch was currently making plans on sending us to where Eliza is living, but I wasn't so sure about this. We were already so close to civilization as it is, but now we're literally gonna be a few steps away from a city that don't want no Outlaws anymore.

My mind wandered back to Elizabeth and the twins and I couldn't help but start playing the game of what if. Dutch tried to reassure me that Eliza would come around and let me be the father to my kids, but I doubt that. The women was as stubborn as Dutch when he thinks he has a big score. Then again, I couldn't blame her, she was right, I am a man with a high bounty on my head and would probably only cause trouble for them.

Then the what if's came.

If only she just told me she was pregnant instead of leaving, I could have done things different. I would have done right and be there for them, protect them this time. It wasn't painful to think about Isaac now as I just remember the good times with him, and I regret not being there when he needed me the most. But I would have done right by Elizabeth if she just told me, hell it probably would have snapped me out of my delusional love with Mary and I probably would have left the gang with her.

I could have watched James and Rosie grow up.

God does James look so much like me but remind me so much of Eliza. They were both timid and wary of strangers, and sometimes it could be mistaken as shyness. James even does that thing of gripping something that Eliza did to him when they ever met someone new. It was adorable in his eyes and I even noticed the protectiveness he had over Rosie when she came a greeted me. The boy sure did have his mother's warning gaze.

Then Rosie reminded me of well... me. It was hard to explain his, but she just did. The girl certainly was more welcoming to strangers then her brother was.

"You look deep in thought," Mary-Beth walked up to me, snapping me out of my train of thoughts and misery, "may it have to do with a certain Elizabeth Orléans?" Mary-Beth always had this tone whenever she wanted to get someon talking and she was using it on me.

"Dutch told you about the plans?" I grumbled as I tipped my hat forwards to slightly hide my face.

"Just that we'll be living with her, but you seem like there's more bothering you then that."

"She's a past lover of my," There was no use withholding the information Mary-Beth wanted. It was best to just satisfy her romantic side so she can quickly leave you alone.

"What happened?" She sat at the edge of my bed as she pressed for more information.

"Foolishly left her for Mary."

"Well I hope she's more pleasant then Mary. I never liked her."

"Trust me Mary-Beth, Eliza ain't nothing like Mary. She's...she's more accepting and she just had these more pretties green eyes, and this birth make under her left eye that I always loved..." I began to imagine her face as I never once forgot about what she looked like. Several pages of my journal had some sketches of her that I drew over the years and they never did her any justice to her beauty. Many would think Abigail was beautiful, but then Eliza is gorgeous in his eyes.

"Arthur Morgan!" Mary-Beth sounded almost offended as he pointed an accusing finger at him, "are you by chance...still in love with her?" She whispered the last part to not attract attention.

[paradox-valleyy]

Lost and Found

Pre-canon rdr2 x Teen!fem!oc

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Word count: 2,5 k

Notes: Gangs first appearance 😋

The days had rolled by, and Jolene had spent nearly all the money she’d earned from Dr. Avery. She knew she should have stretched it out longer, maybe saved a few coins for the harder days, but the temptation had been too much. Johnson’s store, with its shelves of chocolate bars, canned peaches, and sweet candies, had been too good to resist. For once, she’d paid for what she took, and Johnson had been grateful, giving her a nod of approval when she laid down her coins.

But now, Jolene was out of money again, her stomach already grumbling as the night crept in. She wandered toward the saloon, hoping to make a bit of coin the only way she knew how. As she pushed through the saloon doors, the place was packed, the usual smoky haze and noise rolling over him. Townsfolk were leaning unsteadily against the bar, drunk and laughing. A table was set up for poker, while other men sat with half-empty bottles, chatting loudly with friends or staring dully into their drinks. Around the room, the women who worked the saloon fluttered about, eyeing men with practiced sweetness.

Jolene had learned a thing or two from those women. They were tough, and they’d seen enough to know a hard-luck case when they spotted one. They were kind to her, in their way. When she approached one of them, offering a boyish compliment and a downcast look, the sympathy worked like a charm. A few of them reached into their pouches or aprons, handing over coins with knowing smiles.

“Here, darlin’. Don’t go spendin’ it all in one place,” one of them teased, slipping her a few more coins.

By the time Jolene had collected a grand total of two dollars and thirty-two cents, she thanked them and slipped to a quiet corner, surveying the room. She scanned the crowd, sizing up which man might have a bit more cash on him than others. That’s when she spotted two men by the bar, a pair she hadn’t seen around town before. A rare sight.

The first was an older man, maybe in his fifties, with sharp, well-defined features and steel-gray hair. He was lean, almost wiry and his eyes were soft but, missed nothing around him. The other, perhaps in his forties, was more solidly built with black hair, a thick mustache, a red vest, and a pair of gold rings on his fingers, that set him apart from the usual townsfolk.

They leaned against the bar, talking and occasionally laughing, drinking whiskey with the ease of men who were no strangers to saloons. It was clear from their clothes and their confident air that they were new here. And new men in town often meant new money.

Jolene waited, watching as they drank and slowly became more relaxed. A half-hour passed, and the whiskey was taking effect; they were speaking louder, their laughter coming easier. Deciding the moment was right, Jolene slid through the crowd, lifting a stray wallet from another patron along the way before slipping toward the black-haired man in the red vest. She reached for the pocket, fingers brushing the edge of a wallet.

She was just about to pull it free when a drunken voice bellowed from across the room, “Joel, you goddamn thief! Where’s my wallet?”

The shout was enough to freeze the saloon. Jolene’s heart leapt to her throat as she turned, only to find the black-haired man’s gaze fixed on her, realizing all at once what was happening.

With her hand still inside the man’s pocket, Jolene did the only thing she could think of—she yanked the wallet free and bolted. She dashed toward the back door, hearing the uproar behind her, chairs scraping as people got to their feet. Jolene didn’t dare look back, but she could hear three sets of footsteps close on her heels.

As she hit the door and spilled into the alley, she cursed under her breath, feeling the frantic burn of adrenaline in her veins. She raced toward the stable, hoping she could cut through, jump the fence, and vanish into the dark before any of them could keep up.

Just as she approached the fence, she risked a glance over her shoulder to see who was chasing her. That second was all it took—her foot caught on a loose plank in the dirt, and she went sprawling face-first onto the ground, her nose slamming into the dirt and gravel. Pain shot through her face as she tried to push herself up, but rough hands grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around.

The first man, the one who’d shouted, William, was a burly townsman, red-faced with a mixture of anger and whiskey. His fist came down hard, catching Jolene on the jaw and sending fresh pain jolting through her.

“Give me back my damn wallet!” the man demanded, voice slurred with drink. Jolene, holding back a grimace, pulled the wallet from her pocket and handed it over, too dazed to argue.

The man looked like he might throw another punch, but a hand grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back. “That’s enough,” came a calm, measured voice. “You got your wallet. There’s no need to beat up the boy.”

The man cursed, spat in Jolene’s face, and staggered back toward the saloon. Jolene coughed, tasting blood, and rubbed her jaw as she looked up to see her unexpected saviors: the two men from the bar.

The black-haired man studied her, looking her up and down. “You make a habit of lifting wallets around here?”

Jolene glared back, feeling defiant despite the ache in her jaw. “Only when I’m hungry,” she muttered, reluctantly holding out the man’s own wallet.

The man took it back, flipping it open and checking the contents with a casual glance. “How old are you?” he asked, a trace of curiosity in his voice.

Jolene spat some of the blood from her mouth, her voice bitter. “Twelve, I think.” She lied.

The two men exchanged a look, something in their expressions shifting. The older one with the gray hair, whose gaze was soft, finally spoke. “So, no family, then? You’re an orphan?”

Jolene said nothing, just held their gazes with a challenging glare. They didn’t need to know her life story.

The black-haired man sighed, tucking the wallet back into his coat. “Relax, kid. We’re not here to hurt you. Just maybe don’t try to pick our pockets again.”

A flash of frustration crossed Jolene’s face, but she couldn’t hold back a smirk. “If that drunk hadn’t yelled my name, you wouldn’t have even noticed.”

The two men laughed at that, surprising Jolene. The black-haired man seemed amused, giving her a nod. “Fair point,” he said, still chuckling.

It fell quiet for a moment, and then the black-haired man extended a hand. “Dutch van der Linde,” he said. He tilted his head toward his companion. “And this here’s Hosea Matthews.”

Jolene, feeling awkward, gave a slight nod and took Dutch’s hand, letting the man pull her up and muttering, “Joel.” She looked away, scuffing the dirt with her shoe, but Dutch only laughed softly.

“Figured as much from the way that fellow hollered your name back there,” Dutch said with a wry grin. “So, Joel, you from here?”

“No. I live… nowhere, really. Just here and there. I sleep where I can find a place, and sometimes when people start recognizin’ my face too much, I move on.”

Dutch and Hosea exchanged another glance, nodding slightly. There was a flicker of understanding between them, as though they’d seen this before.

After a pause, Dutch’s eyes glinted with an idea. “Well, tell you what, Joel. How about we go back to the saloon? I’ll buy you a meal—on the condition you talk a bit more. Maybe even tell us about this town and its… characters.”

Jolene hesitated, sizing them up. She knew these men weren’t ordinary travelers. Outlaws, she guessed, but something about them felt different. They didn’t strike her as the type to waste their time on pickpocketing coins; they were the kind who’d hold up a bank and take every last cent if it suited them. But for tonight, the promise of a meal outweighed her caution.

“Fine,” she said, her stomach growling at the thought. “But I don’t talk about everyone. Only the ones that don’t kick me when I’m down.”

Dutch grinned, satisfied, and clapped a hand on her shoulder. “Fair enough, Joel. Let’s get you something to eat.”

With that, they headed back toward the saloon, where the noise, the smoke, and the night awaited them.

Jolene was devouring the steaming bowl of stew Dutch had bought her, each spoonful a rare treat after days of stale bread and dried meat. Bits of stew clung to her chin as she talked, eagerly spilling all she knew about the town between bites. Dutch and Hosea sat across from her, leaning in, their faces attentive, but their eyes watchful.

“There’s this one guy, Mr. Finch,” Jolene began, the name dripping from her mouth with a note of contempt. “Filthy rich, at least for around here. They say he’s got a few hundred thousand stashed away, mostly from cattle deals and a mining venture he sold off a few years back. His house is out a ways from town, all by itself.” Jolene paused to take a bite, savoring the taste before continuing. “He’s got a wife, but she’s strange. Never leaves the house, never talks. I only see her starin’ out the window, big eyes watchin’ like she’s afraid of somethin’. Folks say she was pregnant three times, but each time the baby didn’t make it.”

Dutch exchanged a glance with Hosea, a silent message passing between them. Jolene didn’t notice, too wrapped up in recounting the local gossip. She lowered her voice as she continued, not wanting others nearby to overhear.

“Mr. Finch? He thinks he’s better than everybody here,” Jolene muttered, scowling. “But he keeps the bank full and gives plenty to the church, so no one says nothin’ against him. Everybody just goes along with it.” She stuffed another spoonful in her mouth, chewing with a mix of satisfaction and frustration.

Dutch leaned back in his chair, his hands relaxed on the table, a calm smile on his face. “Interesting fella, this Finch,” he said, more to himself than to Jolene. “And what about the bank, kid? How much is in there most of the time?”

Jolene swallowed. “Pretty full, mostly,” she said with a sly grin. “People here don’t trust carryin’ too much cash around, so they all keep it there. Not that it does ’em much good, but that’s how it is.”

She glanced up, seeing Hosea and Dutch watching her closely, and feeling bold, she continued, “The sheriff here, he’s a real piece of shit. Was married four times, if you can believe it. Every one of ’em left him, ran out or worse. Last wife… well, she up and killed herself. He don’t work with bounty hunters neither, likes to keep things his way. And when he catches me takin’ something, he doesn’t hold back with his fists.” Jolene clenched her jaw, her anger visible despite the bruise already turning purple on her face.

Jolene finally set her spoon down, wiping her face with the back of her hand, and looked directly at Dutch and Hosea. “Why you want to know all this anyway? You two thieves or somethin’?” She grinned a little, though her eyes held genuine curiosity.

Dutch smiled, unruffled by the question, and leaned forward, his voice soft yet edged with humor. “Let’s just say we’re travelers, and we like to get a feel for the towns we come through. Easier to make friends that way, you know?”

Hosea, leaning back with a faint smirk, added, “Sometimes the less someone thinks they know about us, the better.” He raised an eyebrow at Jolene, who was looking at him with her head cocked slightly, not fully understanding but sensing the undercurrent.

Jolene’s fingers toyed with the spoon, glancing between them. These weren’t ordinary men; that much she’d already guessed. They had a way about them, a calmness she hadn’t seen in others, like they were used to being in control. Despite her best efforts to appear tough, the interest on her face was clear.

Dutch’s gaze softened as he took in the girl’s bruised form and scarred forehead. “Look, Joel,” he said, keeping his tone gentle but steady. “You seem like you’re good at gettin’ by, finding your way in a world that ain’t exactly kind. Hosea and I? We know a thing or two about that life too.”

Jolene’s eyes flickered with interest, and she crossed her arms, leaning back. “So you are thieves,” she said, as if confirming her own suspicions.

Dutch only chuckled. “We’re… liberators,” he said with a grin. “We take from people who wouldn’t miss it and don’t care about folks like us.”

“Or you,” Hosea added, with a hint of sympathy in his voice. He eyed the bruise on Jolene’s jaw, the lingering evidence of the rough life she was accustomed to.

Jolene took a long breath, weighing her next words. Part of her wanted to ask what they had planned, whether they’d bring her along or show her their way of doing things. But another part, the part that had survived on her own up until now, held her back, cautious.

Instead, she muttered, “Well, whatever you’re doin’, just don’t think this town’s easy pickin’s. Folks here are nosy, and they don’t take kindly to strangers who don’t fit in.” She glanced away, pretending to brush dirt from her shirt.

Dutch and Hosea shared a quick, amused glance, appreciating the girl’s quiet warning.

Dutch reached into his coat, pulling out a few coins. He tossed them onto the table, the clink of metal catching Jolene’s attention. “Here,” he said, nodding toward the money. “Enough for another meal or two. Think of it as payment for the… insight.”

Jolene looked at the coins, hesitant. She didn’t like taking charity, but she also knew enough to recognize an opportunity when she saw one. She snatched them up with a muttered “Thanks.”

Dutch rose from the table, straightening his coat. Hosea followed suit, giving Jolene a nod. “Well, kid, stay out of trouble—least till we’re gone,” Hosea said with a grin.

As they turned to leave, Jolene called out, surprising herself. “If you need me again, I’m usually around town.”

Dutch paused, a thoughtful smile crossing his face as he exchanged a glance with Hosea. “Alright” he said, looking back at Jolene with a spark of interest in his eyes.

Dutch considered her words, his mind already working. “Good to know. Thanks, Joel.”

With a final nod, Dutch and Hosea turned and headed down the stairs, leaving Jolene alone. She sat back, absently rubbing her bruised jaw as she thought over their conversation, a faint thrill of excitement mixed with a sliver of worry.

She didn’t know what Dutch and Hosea planned to do in this town, but she had a feeling things were about to get a lot more interesting.

[lucifer-lacroix]

Strawberry Chapter 2 The Devil in Red

Red Dead Redemption Fanfiction

Arthur x OC

action/romance/mystery

The largest hotel in Strawberry was by far the most magnificent iron and brick structure in the town. On a rainy day such as today many people had flooded inside to shelter themselves with drinks, food and entertainment and the place was roaring with music. Lady Rosalyn Bush was trying to lead Mr Arthur Morgan to the hotel but was having a hard time getting through the mud. Even though she was sticking to the edges of the grass along the main road. Her long blue dress bundled up underarm as the thick brown mud caked up to the ankles of her black heeled leather boots. Arthur watched with amusement as she gracefully yet slowly made her way trying her best not to fall or dare not look like a lady walking in the muck. They were nearly there, and the stubborn woman despite her sweating and panting would not give up even as the rain began to pick up once again. Rosalyn stopped suddenly when her foot became stuck, a few people hanging around staring to glance over as she has a face people pay attention to. Arthur threw his jacket off his shoulders and tied it around his waist by the sleeves and walked up beside Rosalyn. The cowboy held out his hand to the Lady as she threw her weight into tugging her foot free. “Madam?” He asked her offering his help. “I guess my legs aren’t fit for the countryside just yet.” She laughed out of breath and took his hand and leaned into him trying to pull her leg free. Except once Arthur took her gloved hand he placed it around his neck and scooped her off her feet pulling her out of the mud and into his arms as she let out a yelping laugh. 

“Oh, my aren’t you a strong one.” She said as he carried her for the rest of the walk sick and tired of the slow pace she was taking to get to the hotel.   “Well I can’t just watch you and that pretty dress get ruined by the nasty weather now can I,” Arthur replied and set her down on the bottom of the wooden staircase to the hotel. A few men and woman were smoking at the front door who stared over at them curiously as they made their way to the door. Rosalyn standing upright in a fit of giggles with an infectious smile on her face dusted off the water and let her dress fall straight once again. “I owe you again, seems like I’m going to run up a debt with you real quick.” She said as Arthur untied his jacket from him before stepping under the shelter of the awning of the hotel patio. “You are a mess, my friend,” Rosalyn said as Arthur took off the white jacket and shook it off over the edge of the patio. Deer's blood, mud and god knew what else staining it now. Rosalyn handed a white handkerchief it to him so he could wipe his face. Which he did before throwing his coat over his arm and giving it back to her. “Probably should order a bath then,” he said as they walked inside. “Well, you will have a long time to wait if you trying to do that here. The place is booked, solid sir.” A boy at the door with a clean dress shirt and black vest saluted them both. “Good afternoon Ms Rose. Welcome back, your party is in the yellow lounge waiting for you.” He said kindly. “Why thank you, William, would you kindly ask the owner to make room for my friend here. He will be staying on my tab tonight.” “But Miss I just said...” “I heard you loud and clear my boy, you can put Tracy and Sally together I’m sure they will be just fine sharing a room. Now go on, make it so and don’t forget he gets a bath too.” She said and shooed the boy. “Y-yes, mam,” William said and ran off inside. “Now come on cowboy, “ Rosalyn waved Arthur to follow and pushed open the gate and entered the lobby of the hotel. All sorts of people were gathered inside, soaked on the shoulders, muddy around the shoes and the floor was a mess of caked mud, spilt beer and food crumbs. At the front desk was a man watching the room sitting behind a desk where the office had a locked up cabinet of keys under his guard.  Few keys remaining inside the chest as most of the rooms looked booked. The soft song of a baritone-voiced man filled the room accompanied by an acoustic guitar and fiddle. His sweet song rocking the place as a few couples spun and danced in a cloud of cigarette and cigar smoke.

(Strawberry Roan by Marty Robbins for your pleasure)

Rosalyn and Arthur ascended the stairs at the back of the main room and headed up to the private party rooms on the second floor. The music and chatter were so loud that Arthur could barely hear the Lady trying to chat with him as she marched quickly up the stairs and towards the back. A small painted sign hanging over the curtained door speaking out ‘yellow lounge’ caught his eye as Rosalyn stopped in front of it. She pulled open the curtain and inside was a gaggle of girls crowded inside. Teenaged girls, older ladies and young adults all dress in well-kept dresses and fancy wear. Some wearing gold earrings, rings and lacy hats. The amount of money flashing in his eyes inside the room as the temptation to rob them all blind struck in his mind as they sparkled and glittered in the low light. “Ladies, I would like to introduce you to Mr.... you know I just realised you never gave me your name,” Rosalyn said standing in the middle of the room amongst 13 or so Ladies inside. “Arthur Callaghan, at your service,” Arthur said giving his fake name and tipped his hat to them all.   “Mr Callaghan here stepped in the middle of Bella’s spat outside earlier. Let’s show him a good time as a thank you to his bravery and generosity.” “Ah, Ms Bush you give me too much credit.” “Please call me Madam Rose, I am the mistress of these girls there wishes are my commands and their care if under my charge. Tonight you are our honoured guest and saviour from those who dare swindle us so far from home.” The blonde said and picked up a bottle of wine from the table and two glasses. As drinks were poured and the room filled with chatter once again Arthur was pulled onto the couch with some of the other Ladies who started asking him twenty-one questions about himself, where he was from and how old he was. All of which he carefully dodged with pure lies by avoiding details. “So Mr Callaghan, what brings you to Strawberry?” A Brunette in her late teens asked wearing too much makeup and a low cut dress too mature for her age. “Just stopping for the night before I go hunting up in the mountains, looking to see something rare and shoot something rarer.” He said sipping the wine. Wouldn’t Dutch be jealous of him now, wining and dining with the face and creator or Bush’s Cooked Kidney beans in maple sauce? To be surrounded by what seemed to be enough ladies to run a whore house in the city. His confidence had never been so high, knowing that his gruff disposition in life still had a certain charm to the ladies. Though even with the drinks, the conversations and laughs, deep in his chest he felt empty. No matter where or what he did, the ghost is his mistakes wounded him gravely, and a deep sadness was buried within his grin, these parties were shallow attempts to flaunt wealth and power from desperate people who wanted the world to notice them. Ms Roslyn being a true shining beckon of such a fact. She had left Arthur in the company of a few Harlots who wanted to peel him out of his clothes for money, and very quickly he was learning more about these people. They were indeed whores within the group, a few overly painted girls had disappeared as the night went on, escaping to their rooms with men they met in the dining hall. After about 2 hours of conversation, eating and drinking. It was only him, Lady Rosalyn left at the dining table still trying to enjoy their dinner. "So, Mr Callaghan. You were telling me what you did for a living." Lady Roslyn asked sliding her chair closer to Arthur only halfway through her tomato bisque. "I hunt." He said simply. "What do you hunt?" She asked "Large game, Rare creatures..." He tried to continue eating his steak and potatoes, but she had him in a staring contest. "People?" She asked with a grin. Arthur's eyebrow raised in concern with the husky tone she spoke with. After the fourth or fifth seconds of silence between them, a pair of angry boots was heard stomping down the hall. Catching Arthur’s attention away from the threatening blonde and he hand rested on his side on his pistol out of instinct. A  woman wearing men’s clothes marched to their table. The woman in the mud was clean as a whistle as her cherry red hair was still wet and cascaded down her back in curls her pale white face was clean except for the freckles which speckled her face. She was beautiful, and now her face was clean she seemed familiar too, but this was a different familiarity. Her face made his chest tight, and the hateful glare in her eyes sent a chill up his spine, unlike anything he had experienced before. He recognised the shape of her ears, the bridge of her nose and the colour of her eyes like he would his own. As she entered the room, he stood up quickly to greet her as Rosalyn followed suit. “Izzy!” Rosalyn called out fondly as the blonde trotted over to her and Arthur's head snapped at the nickname and he looked at the blonde. “Would you mind tellin' me why I just got kicked out of my room?” She asked with an angry tone dropping a bag of clothes on the floor at her feet. “You gave my room away?” She asked ready to punch to blonde with her fists clenched on her hips. The well-dressed woman in red was now this spitfire of a woman, with muscled arms and chiselled features she was healthy and lean like an acrobat from the circus. Her thick thighs were too much for the masculine cut pants, and they clung to her like they were painted on. Everything about her silenced him, and he could only watch s the two met face to face. “Oh dear, no one listens here. Sally and Tracy are to be sharing a room tonight. I'll make sure one of them of you gives you a key. Or you can always share with me." Lady Rosalyn rubbed the other's arm trying to soothe her. “So who took my room?” She asked demanding an answer. “Why our new friend Mr Callaghan, I believe you owe him a thank you. Since he did save you from getting bludgeoned to death by a bucket,” Rosalyn said equally giving some sass back to her friend.

Bella, or Izzy... Arthur was getting confused, but she looked at him for a long hard moment, her green eyes like a hungry cougar prowling through the grass. Arthur could feel his chest tighten even further, did she recognise him. Did she remember him? How could he not remember her but know her so fondly like this? "Thank you, Mr Callaghan. My name is Isabella Morningstar." She introduced herself and turned away from him and walked away. That moment, he was stunned. It had been Ten... no thirteen years maybe. As if time had stopped for a moment, Arthur had remembered her as the colour fell from his face.

Isabella Morningstar was the first woman he ever robbed.

For a moment he hoped Isabella would recognise him even with all the trouble that would come along with it. They had met when he was a teenager and had become close friends those many years ago. Yet now she could look him in the eye and not remember him at all... and it hurt. She turned on her heels taking the keys from Sally and grabbed her bag heading out of the room once again leaving Arthur feeling relieved yet empty at the same time. He put his hand to his face feeling just how long his beard had gotten over the past few weeks and looked back watching the redhead stomp down the hall. “Don’t mind her, that’s Isabella Morningstar for you. They don’t call her the red-headed devil for nothing.” Rosalyn snickered. As Rosalyn returned to her dinner, William entered the room with a set of keys in hand and darted up to her. “Here you are mam room five is ready and a fresh bath awaiting for your guest.” He said as it looked like someone had thrown him into a water barrel as he was soaked from head to toe dripping all over the floor. “Arthur why don’t you go get tidied up and meet me later for some poker. Go on go on, the girls and I have business to discuss.” She said and shooed him out of the room where William lead him to the bathhouse.

After a rushed bath where he scrubbed himself as clean as possible Arthur rushed to set himself up in the hotel room. It was minimal but cosy enough with a freshly made bed and grooming supplies available to him. He gave himself a full shave and put pomade in his hair and looked at his reflection realising he just made a terrible mistake. “My god you are old. She didn’t even recognise you. She's.... different.” He shook his head at himself and got dressed in some of his more higher end clothes. His fancy black dress shirt and fancy brown pants with a red and black paisley vest on top. Was he trying hard? Entirely since that flutter in his chest had not stopped. Once he was dressed and clean, he sat down to his journal and began writing quickly.

“Of all the places in the world to Run into Isabella Morningstar I would have never thought she would come back to the west. Let alone be shopping for expensive jewellery. I believe it has been around thirteen years since Dutch, Hosea and I found her on the trail when I was a just a kid running with them. Of all my regrets in life, watching her leave on that boat to Washington after taking her coin purse is by far closest to the top. I don’t know what to do, I have come across a group of ladies with more money then the bank and could easily sneak off in the night with a good score. But I want to stay and see if there is a chance Isabella remembers me and what she would do when she did? Is she angry with me? For once, I wish Hosea was here to give me advice, and he isn’t.”

He closed the book after making a quick sketch of Rosalyn and Isabella and stashed it into his satchel. He marched out of the room onto the patio to light up a cigarette to clear his head. The night had come, many of the patrons had turned into their rooms for the night, and the rain had turned into a full downpour. The streets flooded as the hoof prints in the mud filled with murky brown water. As he deeply inhaled the smoke, he combed his wet hair with his fingers and tried to think on what to do.

After he chain-smoked three cigarettes in a row, he left his hotel room and headed down to where the poker table was, cleaned up an presentable and no longer hidden behind a beard. "I should have left a moustache on." He said quietly to himself as he reached the table seeing the red-headed woman sat with her back to him at the table with Rosalyn and two other gentlemen. "My My My, Where did this handsome cowboy come from." Lady Rosalyn said catching his sight first.   "I get it I was dirty," Arthur responded in jest taking a seat at the table and looked to Isabella, whose green eyes were focused on him like daggers this time around. /she knows./ Arthur thought to himself as he could feel the scalding hot fire which was her gaze on him. Never before had he felt so vulnerable and guilty, let alone it is caused by a mere look of her emerald eyes. "So what's the buy-in?" He asked. "Five Dollars," Isabella said sternly. "Oh Ho! We playing for real tonight?" Roslyn asked excited and took out her flip book of bills and placed it on the table as she was handed the chips. "That's a little rich for me ladies." One of the gentlemen stood up from the table and took off. "Sounds like a good time to me. I'm in!" The other said sapping his money down mostly in change. "Oh, Charlie I didn't know you had that kind of money to lose," Rosalyn said with a grin. Arthur looked at Isabella who was waiting for him to put his money in, he knew why too.  "Alright, I'm game." He said and casually added five dollar bills to the pot. Isabella without a word, placed a full five dollar bill into the pot and collected the cards and began to shuffle to start the game as Rosalyn handed her set chips.  

Isabella dealt the first hand as Rosalyn and Charlie added their blinds to the pot, Arthur glanced at his hand as a mere 2 of hearts and 10 of hearts sat in his hand. He put 10 cents to the centre to play the round and sat back in his chair ready to play a very high stakes game of poker with the Devil in Red. "So, You're the Red Devil Isabella Morningstar? The famed gunslinger who caught the Bayou Bandit." Charlie asked like he was talking to a celebrity. "Yes." She replied still glaring at Arthur as she added her 10 cents into the table to play as well. "She has caught much more than that murderer. She saved the lives of my girls in Washington and in Mississippi too. Hell, any riff raft who thinks a whore is an easy target for murder should beware of her." Rosalyn said and folded her hand. Arthur was confused, he had never heard these stories before and his confused face sparked Roslyn's attention while Isabella was distracted revealing the flop. A queen of hearts, a three of hearts and jack of spades. "Have you never heard of the devil in red Mr Callaghan?" Rosalyn asked. "No, I haven't, I'm from the countryside, but please do tell. I'd like to add a small wager first." Arthur said and added 25 cents to the centre.   "Well! There was this killer you see, he would hunt down carriages going through the swamp road of the Bayou and kidnap ladies and daughters from their wagons on their way into or out of the city." Charlie started the story as Isabella silently put her money in and Charlie followed suit. "About 12 girls had gone missing altogether, only 4 were found in pieces in the swamp where the gators lived. You see he would kidnap them, rape em then drag them out into the swamp after beating them. Tie them to a sandbag and throw em in the water for the Gators. Alive!" Charlie exclaimed. Isabella flipped the next card revealing a 2 of clubs to the flop. Everyone checked in response to it. "You see my carriage was on the way out of the city, I had plans to meet with a buyer of my whore house in St. Denis. I had come into a hefty sum of money when my father passed away, so I wanted to close them all down and bring my girls away from the life of whoring and give them a chance out west to find husbands and find better lives than being the pleasure tools of men in the city." "That's very admirable Ms Bush, What happened on the road?" Arthur asked as Isabella flipped the last card. A 5 of hearts on the table completing his hand with a flush of hearts. He slid a full dollar worth of chips across the table into the pot. "I was kidnapped. That's a bluff if I ever saw one though." Rosalyn said pointing at his bet, so people were not too distracted by the story to notice his technique in playing. Isabella silently slid her chips into the pot as well. "I don't trust it," Charlie said and folded his hand.   "Well, what happened?" Arthur asked Rosalyn. "Ah ah, show us your hand." Isabella finally spoke almost barking at him. "Whoa, What's gotten into you sugar, you're all a fire tonight," Rosalyn said intrigued on Arthur's cards. The table went quiet as Arthur's flipped his hand over revealing his heart flush which made Charlie hoot in relief. "That's a good hand," Rosalyn said as Isabela threw her cards in. A pair of Jacks the best thing she had. "I got lucky on the last card," Arthur said with a shrug of his shoulders and collected his chips still glancing back at Isabella who would not give up the staring contest she had challenged him to. Rosalyn collecting the cards and dealing the next hand. "So, you were kidnapped by the Bayou Bandit." Arthur continued the conversation after quickly folding this hand one once he saw a two of clubs and a three of diamonds in his hand. "Yes sir, snagged me with a rope from the driver's seat and dragged me off into the swamp off the back of his horse. He didn't notice Izzy here was saddled up on the other side of the carriage talking to me with a rifle in hand and gave chase after us. He dragged me behind that horse for I think 3 minutes before she shot me free of the rope. I lost sight of them after that, but once I ran back to the carriage, she came back with him hogtied on the back of her horse bloody and beaten. We took him into the Sherrif, and they gave us a huge reward. He was hanged the next day." Rosalyn looked to Isabella with a sweet smile and placed a bet which Authur wasn't following. "You hired me to protect you Ms, and I intend to do so where ever you go and to protect you from everyone you met," Isabella replied to Rosalyn but gave Arthur a dirty look at the end of her sentence. "I've never heard of a female bodyguard, are you sure you're tough enough for the job out here in the west?" Charlie asked "Care to challenge me to find out yourself?" Isabella gave Charlie a hint of her scornful look at like a mouse he shrank in his chair under her gaze. "Play nice deary," Rosalyn said and folded her hand leaving the win the Isabella who pulled in the chips.

They played for many hands for Arthur was playing one of the hardest games of Poker he had ever played in his life. The ladies were hard to read. Isabella was bold with her bets, but it was hard to tell when she was bluffing or not. An attempt to call her out on a bluff ended up getting Charlie busted out of the game when he went all in on a three of a kind to her full house. Rosalyn ended up throwing the game entirely to Isabella in a pathetic hand which ended up with her holding the most chips at the table when it came down to the finals hands between the two of them. The final flop was on the table, the chips scattered across a beer-sticky table as Arthur flipped the last card of the flop n the centre. A small crowd gathered around watching the large pot of Twenty Dollars sitting on the table and these last two players with all their chips in the pot on the previous hand. Isabella, however, still sitting on Six extra dollars but Arthur was sitting with a full house. The two black aces sat in the flop with a king of hearts a jack of clubs and 3 of clubs lined up in front of him.  A pair of Kings lay stacked under his hand which he tried to not nervously play with. He had a damn good hand and not enough money to bluff her into a more substantial bet with. It was his bet, and the game had gone on long enough. He needed to get out of here, his plan wasn't thought through carefully enough, the stories of her wild riding with Rosalyn had him sweating, he couldn't rob the Lady of Beans with Isabella at her side, she was suspicious of him, aware of his outlaw status and had eyes completely fixated on him. "Let's make this interesting shall we, I bet my horse," Arthur spoke with calm confidence, and the room gasped as well as Roslyn who had seen the rare white Arabian in the barn he talks about. "What kind of horse is it?" Isabella asked with a sly smile on her face.   "Mr Morgan I have to insist that's too much." Ms Rosalyn tried to interrupt. "Shhh Shhh Shhh, he's a grown ass adult who makes his own decisions. If he wants to throw his property around so carelessly that's on him. I accept your bet. My black Clydesdale versus your?" "White Arabian," Arthur said and flipped his cards revealing his pair of Kings and the room was a buzz. Isabella's face dropped for a moment, she licked her teeth and pursed her lips to resist making a look at the room chattered.  Roslyn herself palming her face with her hand at the loss of one of her caravan's most muscular horses. Arthur felt victory at hand and leaned forward to collect the chips when Isabella placed her hand on the table stacked neatly. She smiled at Arthur Maliciously and flipped them to reveal a pair of red aces in her hand. "I believe my four aces beats your full house, Mr Callaghan," Isabella stated with a well-deserved air of confidence as the room went up in a roar as Arthur's eyes widened at a loss. The room became so loud with people talking about the game and Rosalyn jumped up and hugged Charlie in a fit of laughter as Arthur had become to punch line of the night, losing his horse to the Devil in Red on a careless bet. Isabella, however, was not up in arm in her victory though she was staring Arthur dead in the eye with a blank expression across her face. Arthur stared back at her as the same empty expression came to his features as well. She stood up abruptly and collected the money on the table and looked to the stable chip he had placed on the table. "I don't want your fucking horse. I want Artex back." She said and spit on him landing it square on his jaw as she walked past him and headed outside into the rain. "Isabella!" Rosalyn gasped at her rude behaviour. "It's alright! I'll take care of it." Arthur said wiping his cheek clean with his sleeve and standing from his chair to follow after her. He pushed open the gate to the front of the Saloon and saw Isabella at the end of the patio trying to light a cigarette under the light of the lantern, alone as the rain showered behind her falling off the roof of the awning like a waterfall.

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story summary: After her mother’s death at sixteen, Rosalind was taken in by family friends Sadie and Jake Adler. Two years later, Rosalind comes for a visit and discovers their cabin burned to the ground. When she finds Sadie has joined a gang to seek revenge, Rosalind reluctantly follows suit. The last thing she expected to get was a family, and for them to change her life forever.

A retelling of RDR2’s story with my OC Rosalind and some other canon divergence.

pairing(s): Arthur Morgan & Female OC, Sadie Adler & Female OC, Mary-Beth Gaskill x Female OC

rating: teen+

Chapter 11: No Looking Back Now

words: 3.3+ k

warnings: none

chapter summary: Rosalind and Sadie go hunting.

a/n: none

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The Dark One

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by xFandomloverx

Merlin x Sherlock x Supernatural x OUAT x Doctor who

MultiFandom Crossover

Warning: Major Character Death

I don't own any of them except for the story and my OC.

Credits to Fandomwiki.com for the information that I have used in this story.

-Complete-

Words: 13965, Chapters: 12/16, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural, Merlin BBC, Sherlock BBC, ouat, Doctor Who BBC

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table (Merlin), Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Merlin (Merlin)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Crossover, Fanfiction, Colin Morgan - Freeform, Fluff, female protaganist, Love Story, Happy Ending, Merlin bbc - Freeform, Multifandom Crossover, multifandom - Freeform, SherlockBBC - Freeform, OUAT - Freeform, Supernatural - Freeform, doctorwhobbc, merlinxoc - Freeform, supermerwholockouat

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story summary: After her mother’s death at sixteen, Rosalind was taken in by family friends Sadie and Jake Adler. Two years later, Rosalind comes for a visit and discovers their cabin burned to the ground. When she finds Sadie has joined a gang to seek revenge, Rosalind reluctantly follows suit. The last thing she expected to get was a family, and for them to change her life forever.

A retelling of RDR2’s story with my OC Rosalind and some other canon divergence.

pairing(s): Arthur Morgan & Female OC, Sadie Adler & Female OC, Mary-Beth Gaskill x Female OC

rating: teen+

Chapter 10: The Course of True Love and Truer Women

words: 4.3+ k

warnings: none

chapter summary: Rosalind and Arthur help guide the course of true love.

a/n: none

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story summary: After her mother’s death at sixteen, Rosalind was taken in by family friends Sadie and Jake Adler. Two years later, Rosalind comes for a visit and discovers their cabin burned to the ground. When she finds Sadie has joined a gang to seek revenge, Rosalind reluctantly follows suit. The last thing she expected to get was a family, and for them to change her life forever.

A retelling of RDR2’s story with my OC Rosalind and some other canon divergence.

pairing(s): Arthur Morgan & Female OC, Sadie Adler & Female OC, Mary-Beth Gaskill x Female OC

rating: teen+

Chapter 16: Hung by the Heart II

words: 3.3+ k

warnings: sickness

chapter summary: Rosalind wakes up.

a/n: none

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