#rdr2 daughter

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Till Death Do Us Part  – An Arthur Morgan x OC Story *PART TWO*

Content Warnings – Kidnapping, Death Threats, Micah Bell, Trauma, Angst, Character Deaths, Eventual Happy Ending (not in this part), Reference to torture, reference to sexual assault, not described, one brief mention of both

Word Count – 1.7k

Part One - 1.3k words (17th July 2024)

Part Two - 1.7k words (17th July 2024)

Part Three - 1.2k words (19th July 2024)

Authors Note – I’m so sorry for the confusion of Bonnie the horse and Bonnie MacFarlane in this – my horse irl is a Belgian draft, and I thought it would be cute to put her in this but it just ended up confusing lmao

-x-

7 years later

February 16th, 1907

I found this old journal today while looking through my Arthur’s things. Me and Bea moved into our new home about 6 months ago now, and I finally had the chance to sit and go through all of our old belongings. I found Arthur’s journal, and after spending a few days crying over his sweet notes, all his loving words about me etched delicately with his careful script, I decided to start sharing my own thoughts. Share my problems to someone other than Bea or Bonnie. 

We now live on a ranch, west of Blackwater. God it feels strange to be back in this area again. After leaving Abigail and the others in Oregon all those years ago (I miss them all so much), myself and Darcy, my sweet girl, headed across the country to find somewhere safe to have my baby. We settled in North California, just on the border. While the busier state was helpful for delivering my baby, my country soul could not cope and we soon continued south. Hopping from place to place, we have finally found a home. Its been a lonely few years, and I haven’t seen Abigail or any of the others since those fateful days. As far as John and the others know, I either ran away or died out on the trails. It breaks my heart to break theirs, but needs must.

As I said, we now live on a ranch west of Blackwater - MacFarlane’s Ranch. While Bea is cared for my some of the local ladies, who enjoy teaching her to read and write, I spend my days in the corral, training the horses that the owners of the ranch bring in. I can still remember the days when my Arthur first taught me to ride, all those years ago. And now here I am, teaching horses how to take care of their riders, teaching young fillies and colts all the groundwork to set them up for life. I’m quite a horsewoman nowadays!

Speaking of horses; my sweet Darcy was retired 2 years ago now, and I have managed to organise for her to have her own paddock on the ranch to live out her days. I know that retiring a horse ain’t all that common round here, but Miss MacFarlane seemed to have a soft spot for my sweet mare. My heart genuinely aches when I bring her in from her paddock to check her over, and my sweet Bea runs over to see her, clamouring to ride. I allow her to sit on her while I walk back to the field, but that is all. She has the passion for horses that her daddy had, and that I’ve tried to continue for him.

My new horse is a stunning and versatile red roan Belgian Draft mare named Bonnie - I purchased her from a fellow in Montana at the same time as retiring Darcy, so I can promise that her having the same name as Miss MacFarlane is pure coincidence! Bonnie (the horse, that is) is such a perfect mare for my little family - she can drive us to the local town with the wagon, and also allow me to use her to ride, and even teach Bea to ride! I thought I’d struggle finding a horse as perfect as Darcy, but Bonnie sure ain’t that far off. Although, have a horse as stocky as a draft horse after years of riding a fine thoroughbred is definitely a difference!

I truly hope we can find happiness here. 

Florence Morgan

-x-

On the 25th May, 1900, Beatrice Abigail Morgan was born in the state of California, to Mrs Florence Morgan. And now, at nearly 7 years old, the two of you had settled down into the ranching lifestyle, with Bea finally given the chance to go to a proper school and learn to read and write.

Whilst life hadn’t been kind to the either of you over the past few years, you truly felt you’d found a place you could finally settle in. MacFarlane’s Ranch was a simple but efficient farm, with a well established cattle and equine business. While the men handled the cattle, a position had opened up in the training and husbandry of the horses; when you saw the role in the papers, you had nearly screamed. Especially when you saw the gleaming words “house available for successful applicant”. It was practically made for you. 

Now, your days consisted of waking up early; avoiding waking up Bea; feeding all the horses in the stables; sneaking back home; giving Bea her breakfast and sending her off to school with Mrs Nelson across the road; backing, exercising, and being thrown off countless different horses; ideally selling a couple to clients; before collecting Bea and preparing dinner before bed. 

A simple enough life, but busy enough to keep your mind free from the ghosts of your past. 

Free until nightfall, that is. That is when your mind filled with panic, dread, and guilt. Guilt for your husband, being left alone all those years ago to die to the hands of Micah Bell. You never got to visit his grave - as far as you know, he never got one. Dread and panic at the sickening gut feeling you had in the base of your stomach that something would happen; and soon. Years of running and fighting finally catching up with you.

-x-

You were used to waking up in a cold sweat, but tonight was different, your fears felt more daunting, more real – you awoke, gasping from the night terrors that plagued you, trying to steady your breathes and keep Bea asleep, her small body in the room next to yours. As your panicked gasps subsided, you swung your legs out of your cot, a daunting weight sitting heavily on your shoulders. As your eyes adjust to the darkness in your room, you glance at the clock. Despite feeling like you had been trying to fall into a sleep for hours, it was barely 1am.

A deep sigh left you as you stood, taking yourself into your small kitchen to pour yourself a mug of water. Standing at the window, you glance outside towards the corral, a small smile etching itself onto your face when you spot Bonnie led down, fast asleep. You envied her.

Looking past the corral, you spotted a group of pale, flickering lights – lanterns, you thought – moving swiftly towards the ranch. This wouldn’t be the first time bandits attacked the ranch, and would likely not be the last. You sigh, this must've been the gut feeling you had minutes before. Before the lights could get any closer, you grabbed your coat, covering your chemise, and shoved your feet into your boots. You picked up your Lancaster Repeater, the one Arthur used and lovingly cared for until passing it onto you, and dashed towards the MacFarlane’s farm house.

Hammering on the door, adrenaline rushed through your veins as you waited for the family to wake up. A shadowed figure appeared in the doorway of the farm house. “Florence? What’s goi-”, she stopped, realisation spreading across her face as she spotted the threat approaching the ranch. She grasped her rifle by the door, a serious expression setting in her face.

A fight was on your hands

-x-

The attackers had shocked you, at first. Whilst there were various casualties, they had not come in guns blazing, seemingly searching for something rather than being out for the kill. Their masked faces surveyed the area, before one man – which hauntingly familiar eyes - stopped on your figure, hidden slightly behind a cart in front of the corral. He stopped, and stared, before nodding at something behind you.

Next thing you knew, a pair of greasy hands wrapped themselves around you, one of them covering your mouth, the stench filling your nostrils, the other bringing a knife to your throat. Bonnie gave you a panic stricken look, her eyes darting over to your homestead. Big mistake. The man holding you spotted this look, and chucked – a sneer that you’d never thought you’d have the displeasure of hearing again.

“Go get her brat, Dutch.”

2 months later

As if life hadn’t been hard on you already for as long as you could remember, the past few weeks were just the cherry on top. After being kidnapped by Micah Bell, you were beaten, tortured, and taken advantage of on an almost daily basis. Fed the bare minimum to survive. As much as your blood boiled with anger when you saw the face of Dutch Van Der Linde, you had to thank him. He was able to keep Micah and his men away from Bea, a soft look appearing in his eyes whenever he laid eyes on her.

Although you hoped that you could sense the guilt when he glanced at you, he couldn’t bring himself to keep them away from you as well.

When you first realised it was Dutch seemingly orchestrating the attack on MacFarlane’s Ranch, you saw red – but could do nothing about it. Micah pressed the blade closer to the skin of your neck, breaking through the first few layers as you hissed in pain under his hand. Dutch turned towards your house, coming back out minutes later with a trembling Beatrice Morgan. But he looked pained.

Now, after being captured and tortured for the past few months, you knew that Dutch was as trapped as you were. Whilst you held no true sympathy for him, you knew that he did not take a part of your capture willingly.

As the days went on, you slowly begun shutting down, loosing any hope of rescue. You knew that Bonnie and her father, the sweet family that they were, would’ve tried to find you at first, but you also knew it was a helpless task. After taking you from the ranch, the group had travelled west, settling in western Texas for a few weeks. They had then moved east again, back towards New Hanover – but for some unknown reason decided to settle in the mountains of Ambarino.

Heavy snow and biting cold plagued you every day, as you clutched onto Bea, giving her the scraps of any food you were scarcely given, trying to have her eat as much as she could. Even Dutch sneaked her a few thinning blankets on one particularly frigid night. You were at a true loss of what could be done. Until one fateful morning, a gravely, and scarily familiar voice rang out from the mountains outside.

“Micah, if you’re in here, come out”

-x-

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[drizzledrawings]

I love sibling dynamics that are like: you annoy me the most out of everyone and I hate you but I would give up my life to make sure you’re okay

[lieu-rey]

Artha Elizabeth Marston, born 1901. Nicknamed Beth, she was conceived by accident at a time when no children should be born. Her first 6 years of life were defined by instability and constant trouble that her father could not help but find.

At 10 years old, Beth is wild and short-tempered. It's a rarity to see her with shoes, clean clothes, and neat hair all at once. Loves to run, jump, and climb everything in her vicinity; "You must have bones of iron because it's a damn miracle you haven't broken one," her mother says.

Talkative and eager to learn, she's drawn to horses, but isn't good at riding; in spite of that, she's up for the challenge. Unlike her brother Jack, she hopes to run Beecher's Hope one day in their father's stead.

life at the ranch is good for three years...

but then comes the dreaded ending of rdr1. now, what is the marston siblings' plan?

[targetf0rce]

a little wip i did of a marston photograph since the world is going to shit and maybe it'd improve someone's day a bit

[ranna-alga]

Idk about you guys but I am an absolute sucker for stoic, strong, providing/protective, "macho-macho" male characters absolutely just breaking down when the going gets a bit too tough. Willing to shoulder any burden or battle scars if it means granting their loved ones' safety, but cracking when it gets too much, getting disheveled when things go wrong, when things are out of their control, when they've lost so much that they cannot hold it in anymore. They cannot continue being strong, at least just for now when they just need to decompress.

With that said, Arthur Morgan absolutely deserved to have a good cry. I'm upset he hasn't in the game, at least from what we have seen. Despite how strong and hardened this 36-year-old seasoned outlaw is, he is still a man - a good man at heart (at least in my canon as a High Honour truther).

There is no way he couldn’t have cried on the ship after watching his own father and mentee/lowkey-son-figure die right before his eyes. There is no way he couldn’t have cried when he failed his chance of running away with the love of his life whilst he still had the chance, and having to come to terms with the fact that the last memory she will hold of him will be him making another promise he couldn't keep + that the last piece of her he has left is her essentially writing him out of her life with no time or opportunity to explain. There is no way he couldn’t have cried when the fear of death/the fate that awaited him and his loved ones got too overwhelming for him. There is no way he couldn’t have cried when he started seeing both life and death differently after Sister Calderón's inspiring words in that train station.

He deserved to have a good cry. Arthur, a man living in the American 1890s where there was a certain expectation for men (outlaw or otherwise) to surpress any 'weak' emotion, finally admitting "I'm afraid" was one of the 'manliest' and most human moments we ever see him have, and it was so simple yet so beautiful. The man has been through so much pain as much as he has inflicted it - he deserves a hearty moment of release. To cry, to sob, to wail, whatever. He just needed that after everything.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

You know that trope in stories where a widowed father becomes estranged from his daughter because she reminds him too much of her mother that it's too difficult for him to be around her?

Anyway...

[frozen-waters]

modern rdr hcs

• when Sean gets up to go to the bathroom at night he doesn't turn on any lights and just stumbles around in the darkness

• Karen is a nail tech

• I know I said in my johnigail hcs that John would work at an auto shop but I’m starting to like the idea of him being a carpenter yk

• at cookouts Pearson is on grill duty and Sadie walks past him and critiques how he’s grilling the hamburger meat

• Mary-Beth is an Animal Crossing fan and plays with Tilly and Kieran

• Javier does that five second pause anytime he starts recording something

• Miss Grimshaw was Tilly's foster mom

• Tilly did soccer throughout school and Arthur was the official chauffeur for getting her to and from practice

• Mary-Beth always sleeps with two blankets and one big comforter and a heating pad

• the scariest movie Hosea ever watched was Jaws

• Mary-Beth and Karen buy vapes for each other and constantly switch with one another

• the bluetooth in Karens car can never work properly

• Mary-Beth fucking loves Chappell Roan

• Sean collects Burger King crowns

• Arthur grills his hot dogs, Charles boils them, John microwaves them

• Micah is under house arrest a lot

• Uncle sells fireworks

• Molly has a drivers license but never drives

• Molly also dressed kinda like Heather Mason from silent hill when she was a teenager

• John exclusively listens to Rob Zombie and Colter Wall

• Sadie does the bikini top + swim trunks combo

• Sean just normally wears swim trunks as normal shorts all year round

• -> Sean is also an avid flip-flop wearer and if hes not wearing those hes wearing some ratty old shoes

• Mary-Beth’s biggest fashion icon next to Chappell Roan is Draculaura from monster high and Daphne from scooby doo

• Sean has one of those little hula dancers on his dashboard

• Mary-Beth played volleyball in high school

• Karen does her makeup in the car

• the thing that keeps Mary-Beth up at night besides social media is her watching Shark Week

• Isaac has an unreasonably high score in subway surfers

• Charles has an old Sarabi dog named Taima (🤯)that he takes almost everywhere

• Lenny and Hosea do puzzles together

• the Marston daughter has those rubber band rainbow loom bracelets halfway up her forearms

• the Marston daughter also inherited Abigail's, Tilly's, and Mary-Beth's old Barbie dolls

[midnighvtm4ss]

give to me your leather,

take from me my lace.

[teenalien-xx]

you and me

we're more

ghosts than people

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[wwwildberries]

^᪲᪲᪲Doll Face ^᪲᪲᪲

Arthur Morgan X F!reader

Farmer's daughter AU

Context : Your boyfriend, Arthur, is one of your daddy's farmhands. One day, Arthur visited a boutique in Saint Denis just to look around. His eyes then got caught on a doll that was just sitting on a top shelf, displayed. It reminded him of you. It looked like you, he thought. You have a whole collection of small petite dolls, too, so it would be perfect if he could get it for you.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

After Arthur eyed the doll, he walked over to the lady behind the cashier and asked her, "That doll up there for sale?" His rough voice waking up the lady from her daydream.

The lady looked up at him and cleared her throat before responding to him, "Yes! She's been up there for a while.. so, if you wanna buy her, I'll turn down the price a bit."

"Sweet." He walked back to the shelf and reached for the delicate doll. He walked back to the cashier again and happily payed for it. It was for you after all. How could he not be happy?

The lady carefully put the doll inside a paper bag and handed it to Arthur with a polite smile on her face and thanked him, "Thank you, come around again next time."

Arthur nodded with also a smile before muttering a small "Y'welcome." And left the boutique with the doll. He got on his horse and galloped away back to the farm, excited to give you the little 'gift' he had bought for you.

He arrived from the boutique in the evening, so you were probably taking a nap in your room like usual. He got off of his horse and walked inside your daddy's house. Your dad noticed him coming in and greeted him.

He knows that Arthur Morgan was dating his precious, young daughter, and he was totally okay with it, happy even. He thought that Arthur was a kind guy, so why would he be upset about you two dating? But the age gap does bother your daddy a little, but that won't stop him from allowing his daughter to be with the rugged man. Arthur Morgan is a great guy to him.

Arthur went upstairs to your room and knocked onto your door gently. After a few times of doing it and getting no answer, he opened the door, and he guessed correctly. You were napping peacefully in your bed, your frame being covered by the blankets on you.

He quietly approached your sleeping figure and put the bag down on your nightstand, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to you carefully, not wanting to startle his precious angel up. He took a moment to admire you. Your unique and pretty features making butterflies burst in his stomach. He began to shake your shoulder slowly, attempting to wake you up. He just couldn't wait to see your reaction to the doll. It was almost adorable of him.

You finally woke up from your dreamland and fluttered your eyes open and saw your beloved, Arthur, staring down at you softly.

"Arthur?.. what are you doing in here?.." you asked, looking up at him with a dazed expression, still sleepy from your nap.

He chuckled as his gaze met your sleepy one. "I gotcha somethin' and I just couldn't wait to show you it." He said softly, leaning down to leave a light kiss on your cheek, which made you smile.

"Arthur.. hold on... I'm still sleepy..." You mumbled and rubbed your eyes to clear your vision. You sat up and turned your head up to look at him with a confused gaze. "What is it? What did you get me?" You asked him with a small smile, excited to see what he has brang for you.

"I've gotcha..." He stopped mid sentence to take the bag from your nightstand and put the bag on your lap. "Something. Open it." He finished.

You looked down at the bag that was now on your lap, then to Arthur, then back to the bag again before you started to open it. Your whole demeanor immediately changed, lighting up after you've unwrapped the fragile doll.

"Arthur! You got me a doll?! She's so pretty!" You happily exclaimed.

"Yeah... thought you'd like it, and.. it kinda' look like you..." He replied sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck.

"It looks like me?.." You asked him while giggling mid sentence.

"Yeah, I mean.. her hair, face, skin tone... she just reminded me of you."

"Well.. I'm flattered, and thank you, Arthur. I love it." You spoke softly before planting a feather light kiss on his cheek that made his cheek a light shade of pink a few seconds after.

"You're welcome, Doll Face."

You only smiled at the nickname before getting out from your bed, walking over to where you display your dolls to display the one he just bought for you. "Pretty!" You exclaimed once again while turning to him with that sweet smile of yours on your face.

Ever since that, every time you go back to your room from helping your daddy with the farm duties, you'll always find the chance stare at the doll that Arthur got for you with a smile, and sometimes little flustered giggles before going back to what you were about to do.

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OKAY I've had this in my drafts for almost a month like I was so close to finish this fic but I didn't know what else to add so I just left it unfinished for a few weeks but now I'm done yay

I hope you guys liked it jeheiwjw I can't tell if this is ass or not but yes

Arthur's pic is not mine!! PC : v7xrle — NOBODY On Pinterest!!

[fablexdreams]

John and Abigail. John and Abigail's daughter. John being a girl dad. John finally getting to experience all the things he missed out on when Jack was a baby cause he was a dumb kid who got scared and ran. John refusing to make the same mistakes with her. John and Abigail losing their daughter. John and Abigail losing another piece of their family, and themselves, they can never get back. John having to carry the weight of yet another loss on his shoulders. Poor, sweet, sensitive Jack having to deal with the death of his little sister. John and Abigail losing their daughter and us never even getting to know her name or how she died. John and Abigail. John and Abigail's daughter.

[slicedmayonnaise]

"I don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy. Just wanna be a part of your family"

But it's Javier keeping tabs on John's family for twelve years. Watching from a distance as they have another child, lose their child, build a home, and get married.

[sw33tn4cre]

need me a western summer

[lieu-rey]

omg official Rockstar Games(tm) art of inez valenzuela who's totally a real character in the hit game Red Dead Redemption 2(tm)??!?!?!?!1

[targetf0rce]

"Second Chances"

i spent way too long on this drawing but i needed to give this the detail it deserved and has been why i havent posted any drawings for a little bit. I think about the Marston's daughter a lot and him getting to be a dad and making up for what he missed with Jack due to his own foolishness.

[arthursfuckinghat]

Arthur lost his son, John lost his daughter.. oh..