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Bleed For You

Arthur Morgan One Shot

You are kidnapped by the O’Driscoll’s and Arthur does everything he can to get you back.

This was my first time being kidnapped.

After leaving camp to get a few groceries from Valentine, I was swarmed with O’Driscoll’s; easily six of them, and as strong as I was, I couldn’t take on six fully armed men. They quickly ragged me off my horse, causing me to drop my hat and purse, and hogtied me. My horse tried to follow, and unfortunately was shot without mercy.

They tied a dirty cloth around my mouth due to screaming too much, and punched me multiple times on the ride back to their hideout. Tears stained my face as I realised the severity of my situation. How could anyone find out where I was? I was going to end up dead or worse and no one would knew where my body was.

“Look! She’s crying!” One of the men laughed, pointing at me as their horses raced faster, the sun setting. Their chosen location to hide was an old, worn down cabin, the smell was atrocious as they had hung up meat on the walls like some kind of butchers. They aggressively took me off the back of their horse and grabbed a chunk of my hair to drag me inside, throwing me onto a chair and tying me up.

“Now then,” one of the men with a long scar on his face began, taking off the cloth that muted me, “we are gonna ask you a few questions about your little Van Der Linde gang, and you’re gonna answer them. If you want to leave here without any wounds.”

“I’m not dumb! You’ll kill me either way!” I shouted, choking back more sobs as they smiled widely, chuckling and slapping each other on the chest.

“We got a smart ass over here!” Another man scoffed before kicking me in the shin, causing a yelp to escape my lips. The sun had completely set now and the only light I had was the lanterns in the cabin. The scar man grabbed my hair again and forced me to look at him.

“First question. Where is Van Der Linde hiding?”

I responded to his question with a spit to his face before snarling, “I’d rather you just kill me now. I’m not ratting him out.”

He removed the spit from his eye, a large frown plastered on his face, as he swung back and socked me in the jaw, then again on the nose. I felt the warmth of my blood trickle down my nose, and the taste of iron filled my mouth.

“Let’s try that again. Where is your-“

“I said I ain’t telling you!” I shouted louder, struggling in my restraints. This went on for ages, more punches and a few cuts from a knife, and more refusal on my end. I knew I would end up dying here either way, so dying being loyal was far better than dying and potentially killing others.

“I’m not telling you shit!” I screamed, the blood had been smeared across my face at this rate, and my clothes had been torn to be able to cut my skin.

“That’s it! I’ve had it with this little bitch!” Scar man pulled out his knife again but this time for different intentions. However, as he approached me, loud gunshots suddenly fired outside. The handful of men who were torturing me quickly rushed to the window and their eyes widened.

“Shit, come on.” They grabbed their guns and rushed outside, as more gunshots alongside screaming could be heard from the now open door. Did someone come to rescue me?

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When she didn’t return straight away, Arthur’s stomach dropped. Surely she was ok, she had just gone to get a few groceries for Pearson, a simple trip into town and back. So what was taking her so long? His leg was fidgeting as he watched the sun start to set, and he inhaled his cigarette faster than usual.

“Dammit.” He cursed as he threw his half used cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, before whistling for his horse.

“Where are you going, Arthur?” John asked as he watched the older man hastily getting ready to leave.

“I’m going to see what’s taking that woman so damn long.” He huffed as he snapped the reins to make his horse dash off, steering towards town. As he got closer, his heart dropped. There laid. Y/n’s hat, purse, and her horse she loved dearly, dead in a pool of blood.

“No, no, no.” He panicked, looking around for any sign that she could be injured or in the same state as her horse nearby. When he couldn’t find her, he didn’t know what to think. He noticed that her horses satchel had been raided for its contents, and he had the feeling she had been taken. All he had to do was find her. Don’t worry girl, I’m coming.

He followed some hoof tracks, silently thanking Charles for his lessons in tracking, and raced into some deep woods. He wasn’t a religious man, but kept praying he would find her alive, and ok.

He heard some men talking and slowed his horse down, before hopping off and sneaking towards the light, now being covered in the night’s darkness. He saw a few men stationed outside, a fire lit and drinking beer. There was a worn down cabin with light inside, and he saw a few men walking around inside it.

“I’m not telling you shit!” A voice screamed and Arthur felt his heart burst. That was her voice. In a fit of rage, he immediately began to shoot. In a few seconds, three of the men had clean bullet holes between the eyes, as more men scrambled to get to their guns but were too slow. Four more men came tumbling out the cabin, as they shot at Arthur , grazing his arm and torso. He managed to take down the three with guns, but was grabbed by the last man. He tore Arthur’s gun out of his hand and threw it, before punching him in the face. The pair began to punch and kick, leaving one another a bloody mess, and the man pulled out a knife that had dried blood on it. That was enough for Arthur to find the last bit of strength in him. Even when he got slashed and hit, he managed to get the last blow, snapping the man’s neck and killing him instantly.

He stood there for a moment, catching his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly, then snapping back to his senses when he remembered what he was here for. He ran towards the open door and his eyes fell onto her. She was sat limp, only being held up by the tight rope, and her hair was a mess from being pulled and tugged. Her once neat clothes were covered in blood splatters and tears, and under those tears were fresh cuts that could get infected without the proper care. She looked up and her eyes filled with tears upon seeing who it was.

“Arthur…” she cried meekly, her nose had swollen slightly and her face was smeared in blood, across her cheek, around her mouth and under her nostrils.

“Oh, honey…” He ushered, making his way over and untiring the rope, holding her up with a careful hand. Once she was freed, he stayed crouched , so that he was eye level with her. Seeing her so hurt, he was angry with himself for not keeping her safe, for not finding her sooner.

Y/n raised a hand slowly until she found his bicep and held onto him for support.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Arthur wrapped his arms under hers and picked her up, treating her as if she was made of glass, before moving her into a bridal position. He walked out the cabin, keeping an eye out for anyone else, and whistled for his horse. His adrenaline was still high, his eyes darting around for others, then back to her to make sure she didn’t lose consciousness, and so forth.

She looked up at him with half open eyes, and whispered, “you’re hurt.”

He looked down at her and gave her a small smile.

“You’re worrying about me? After all that?” It was true, he did look just as bad as she did. His right eye had swelled up till he could hardly see out of it, his lip was cut, and blood was splattered on his white shirt. The only difference was that it wasn’t his blood. He held her closer once he got on his horse, one arm around her and the other on the reigns. Arthur took her chin in his hand and moved her head gently to inspect her wounds, then moved her arms and checked her all over.

“They hurt you a lot… but I think you’ll be ok.” He muttered before making his horse set off, slower this time.

“I’m so sorry, love. I should’ve gone with you or-“

“Arthur,” she interrupted him, and somehow managed a smile, “I’m ok. I’m so glad you found me, I thought I was going to die. But you saved me, be proud of that.”

He smiled back at her, leaning in close, and placed a long kiss on her forehead. She giggled, then coughed.

“Does it take me being kidnapped and nearly dying for you to be all lovey with me?”

He let out a laugh, his hand that held her closer began to rub her shoulder, “I’ve always wanted to, I guess I’m just hoping you don’t remember this tomorrow.”

“I don’t think I’ll forget , that’s not how this works.” Y/n patted his arm gently, as he leaned in closer to her face again, but this time hesitated.

“May I..?”

She nodded, still exhausted, but she couldn’t say no to something she had been wanting for a long time.

He placed a gentle and loving kiss on her lips, as she kissed him back softly. When they pulled apart she looked into his eyes which were full of tears.

“Don’t ever leave my side again, Missy.”

She rested her head on his chest, drowsiness washing over her as she mumbled, “I won’t. Thank you, Arthur.”

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wobblesthecowgirl · 2 months ago

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I'm No O’Driscoll!

Chapter Five: Shopping Spree

Tags: Arthur Morgan x Femreader, enemies to lovers, O'Driscoll reader, game plot, Arthur doesn't have tuberculosis, eventual smut, age difference, 18+, mild gore Word Count: 3k A/N: I'm so sorry for being gone for so long! I had a lot going on, but I'm back with a long chapter! This is not plot related, but in the next chapter, we get back a certain Irish lad. Chapter One

“Y/n! Let’s go into town and do some shopping!” Karen grabbed Y/n’s forearm and gave her an excited shake.

“Shopping? And with what money exactly? Slaving away doing chores for Mrs Grimshaw isn’t paying well. In fact, it isn’t paying at all.” The new member of the gang sighed. After her drunken fun with Lenny and Arthur, she had the worst hangover known to man. Then, there wasn’t anything to do at camp, no missions she could take part in, as they were trying to settle down and keep a low profile. Which left Y/n to help the other women with chores and get treated harsher than the others due to her O’Driscoll past.

“Well, that’s what the men are for, silly!” Karen rolled her eyes. They had just finished folding up the clothes, which meant they were done for the day.

Y/n shook her head, “As fun as it sounds, no man here would give me money. Except Kieran, but he hasn’t got any.” She thought that maybe Lenny would, but just asking anyone for money made her feel bad, and he was probably only nice to her because he was drunk, which wasn’t farfetched when she thought about how Arthur treated her that night too.

Karen dragged her towards Tilly and Mary-Beth, who were washing and drying the food bowls. They looked like they were nearly done too, and upon seeing Karen forcefully pull Y/n towards them, they raised an eyebrow.

“We are going shopping!” Karen declared and finally let her go.

“We are?” Mary-Beth sounded excited immediately, probably already thinking about what to buy. Tilly scoffed, “Oh yeah? And with what money?”

“Exactly what I said. We can’t go asking the men.” Y/n nodded in agreement with Tilly, glad that someone saw some sense.

Mary-Beth dried the last bowl and brushed her slightly wet hands on her apron before removing it and said, “It is rather impolite.” Karen groaned in annoyance at the three before her eyes gleamed and a sly smirk spread across her face.

“Then we’ll steal money!”

“Steal?” Mary-Beth giggled, putting a hand over her mouth. Y/n thought about it for a minute, yes stealing was bad, but she had shot multiple people in the head, she would hardly call herself morally sound. Plus, she really wanted new clothes.

“I’m down.” She said and Karen cheered. Tilly crossed her arms, a playful smile on her lips, “Ok, ok, me too I guess.” They all faced Mary-Beth who laughed, “Count me in.”

The four of them put the clean bowls and cutlery away; it was only early afternoon, many on the men were out doing their own thing, a few chattering away. They began to plan quietly among themselves: They would ask one of the guys to drive them into town, they’d pickpocket as much men as they could, then buy whatever they want. Not the most solid plan in the world but it was a start.

When they were happy with it, Karen began to make her way to Arthur who had only just come back to camp. Y/n’s eyes widened as she grabbed her wrist and whispered, “What are you doing? You’re going to ask him?”

“Yes! Arthur’s nice enough he’ll say yes to us!” “He’ll say yes to you, not me. He hates me. And I don’t like him.” She watched as Arthur tied his horse up, feeding her an apple and brushing her mane. Karen pulled her arm back and said, “Well I’m asking him; besides we need a big brute in case we get into trouble.” There was no stopping her as she made her way over to him. Y/n watched as she convinced him, his face turning from confusion to a grin and a slight chuckle with a shake of his head. When Karen waved the girls over, the other two ran, whereas Y/n sighed and strolled over, hand in pocket.

Arthur was leading them towards the wagon, where Kieran was attending to the horses. Y/n waved at him, and he smiled at her, before his eyes drifted to Mary-Beth and he looked away sheepishly.

“What are you ladies even buying, and with what money?” Arthur asked as he made his way to the back of the wagon and began helping Tilly up, then Mary-Beth, but hesitated when Y/n made her way around. She waved him off and awkwardly climbed up herself, feeling Mary-Beth pull her forearm up for support. Karen followed Arthur to the front to help him with the horses and they set off.

“Don’t you worry about that Arthur you just sit and look pretty.” Karen tapped his arm, and he scoffed, “Well excuse me for being worried when a group of women ask me to take them to town to go on a shopping spree.”

Tilly changed the conversation before he started to catch whiff of their plan to rob unsuspecting men, “Where were you today?” She asks him.

He grumbled while steering the horse to the right, a farm coming into view, “I was running errands for old Dutchy. I came back empty handed of course.” His face looked like he had just bit a lemon. They continued to have small talk amongst themselves, although Arthur didn’t acknowledge Y/n, not that she was complaining.

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Once they made it into town, the women hurriedly hopped off the wagon and thanked Arthur. He raised an eyebrow at them before saying, “I guess I’ll sit here and look pretty. Don’t be too long now.”

Tilly and Karen linked arms, while Mary-Beth did the same to Y/n. The weather was perfect; sunny and a light breeze. The town was bustling which would make pick pocketing easier because of the distractions.

“Should we start at the saloon?” Tilly asked as they grew closer. Karen nodded, “Good idea, drunk men are easy targets.”

The four made their way inside, gaining a few stares as a group of women entering a tavern was a rarity.

“Make sure to keep safe,” Y/n warned them, “Don’t be putting yourself in harms way just for a couple of coins.”

Mary-Beth playfully bumped her shoulder and teased her, “We know what we are doing! Don’t go worrying about us now!”

She should’ve guessed these women had done this before, but she still felt a weird protectiveness towards them. There was a very drunk man all alone sat at the bar and Karen tapped Y/n.

“I’m going to flirt with that man, while he’s distracted you pocket his wallet.” She whispered. Sounded easy enough. Tilly and Mary-Beth did something similar on the other side of the bar, and Y/n watched Karen work her magic; she couldn’t deny that she was very charismatic, and the man was practically ogling her. While he was distracted, she acted casual and stood near him, looking to see any indication of his wallet, and grinned when she saw it was peeking out of his back pocket. Back pocket? Basically asking to be robbed. She lightly grabbed it and as suspected, he didn’t even feel it. She winked at Karen who grinned back as she excused herself. She dragged Y/n to the stairs as they opened the wallet. There was easily one hundred dollars.

Karen cackled, “We are a perfect duo! Let’s keep at it!”

They looked over to the other two girls who had done something similar and gave a thumbs up. They did this a few more times, sometimes Y/n would flirt, and Karen would steal, and other times all four of them would target one man. Just from the saloon alone, they had easily made nearly four hundred dollars. Karen made her way to her, a gleam in her eye.

“Listen Y/n, there’s a very rich man that I have wrapped around my finger. He wants to take me to a hotel room, if I go with him and you steal his wallet, we could easily get double of what we already have!”

Y/n hummed in thought, sipping a beer she was given by a man she flirted with.

“I don’t know, we’ve got enough for what we want. A hotel room? I don’t want you in danger.”

Karen huffed, “Oh come on! Don’t be like that, I’ll be a smart and safe little lady.”

She sighed at her blonde friend but reluctantly agreed. The plan was to follow Karen and this man from behind as they went into the hotel, and stay outside the door. When it sounded like the man had his trousers off, Y/n would take those along with the wallet. So, they did just that, she tailed them, keeping hidden from the hotel receptionist, and stayed posted outside the door. She grimaced as she heard him zipping off his trousers and his sickly perverted words. She just had to open the door quietly while he was distracted, but when she heard Karen begin to struggle and then shout, Y/n lost her temper immediately.

When she burst open the door, she saw the man had Karen pinned down, while he was just in his boxers, and he whipped his head around in shock.

“What? What is this?” He shouted angrily, getting off Karen.

“Karen, get behind me.” Y/n demanded and was glad to see her friend listen to her. She then turned her attention back to the man, “You don’t know how to treat a lady, Mister?” she taunted, a rising feeling that this man wouldn’t leave without a fight. Of course, she was right. The man immediately went to grab her, as she pushed him back.

He scoffed, “I’ll show you how I treat bitches like you.” He swung at her, punching her on the nose, causing it to bleed straight away.

“Y/n!” Karen shrieked as Y/n wiped the blood off but only smeared it. She shook her head, “Karen, go find the others and get out of here. I got this don’t worry.” And before finishing her sentence, she kicked the man in the stomach then punched his jugular.

Karen ran out and the man tried to follow her, but Y/n pushed him again and scoffed, “Don’t even think about it.”

He pushed her harshly until she stumbled out the room, before punching her in the nose again and running down the hallway towards the stairs, still in his boxers. Y/n quickly chased after him and pounced at him in the middle of the stairs, causing them both to tumble down. She knew all these injuries would hurt like a bitch the next day, but she had to stop him from getting to Karen. She punched him on his cheek as he pulled her hair aggressively. The receptionist was hiding under the desk after hearing them scream, as the rich man hissed at her, “You think you can fight like a man? You think you can stop me?”

She finally freed herself from him before kicking him in his gut. He wheezed and stumbled to the doors. Before he could open them himself, Y/n kicked him again and the doors burst open as the man fell down the porch and into the mud. She strode towards him, some of the public quickly walking away, others watching and whispering. Y/n felt weirdly good, it had been a long time since she overpowered someone; she had spent weeks being frail and weak.

He got up, getting into a fighting stance and all she could do is laugh down at him while she stood on the porch.

“You look ridiculous, Sir! You’re still in your underwear!”

He screamed in pure rage as he began to run towards her but was stopped when a hand grabbed his shoulder. Y/n grimaced.

An angry looking Arthur had stopped him before snarling, “Just what do you think you’re doing?” The rich man instantly cowered, his mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish. He couldn’t respond however, as Arthur punched him once and instantly knocked him out; to everyone’s surprise, he didn’t stop there. He sat on top of him and began punching and punching. Y/n’s eyes widened, if he didn’t stop now, he would kill him. She quickly ran over and pulled his forearm, “Arthur stop it! You’ll kill him!” He reluctantly got off the now severely injured and unconscious man and shook his head. When he realised people were staring, he shouted, “Fights over! Go home!”

The crowd quickly dispersed as the other three women ran over, Mary-Beth hugging Y/n tightly, “Y/n! Are you ok? Your nose is bleeding!” They pulled apart as Y/n wiped her hand along her nose and sure enough it was still bleeding. She looked down and the clothes she was going to replace for being tatty were even worse now. Her button up shirt had been pulled so the first two button were gone, the original tear on her thigh and grew bigger, as well as having blood splatters on them.

She chuckled, “I look like a mess, huh?”

“Yes, you do.” Arthur grumbled, “come on, we are going back to camp.” All the girls whined in protest but when he looked at them, they quietened down. He was never mad at the women in camp (Minus Y/n) so they hurriedly got back into their original seats. Arthur pointed at Y/n and demanded she sat with him at the front, so she did without arguing.

Once they finally made it out of Valentine, Arthur began to shout at only her, “What the hell was you thinking! Look at you, trying to fight for money!”

“I handled it! You didn’t have to get involved!” She snapped back, wincing a little as the adrenaline died down and now her whole body was aching from being punched, pulled, kicked, and falling down half a flight of stairs.

He scoffed, “You call that handling it? You could’ve ended up dead if Karen didn’t find me when she did!”

The women in question interrupted him, “It’s my fault, Arthur. It was my idea, she saved my hide.” He sighed and shook his head, responding, “I don’t care. I’m disappointed in all four of you. Couldn’t you have just told me what you planned to do? Or just ask for some money?”

Y/n could tell that under his frustration, there was an underlying worry, most likely for the other three.

“We just wanted to do things our way, we’re sorry.” Tilly explained, as all of them went quiet. Until Karen coughed, “Although… we did get quite a bit.” And she held up the rich man’s wallet. Y/n burst into laughter, “No way! After all that you still managed to take it? A master thief over here!”

She glanced at the once angry man and saw that a smirk had crept on his face. The tension was disappearing throughout the trip, and while the three girls in the back was distract in conversation, Y/n turned to Arthur.

“I’m sorry for causing a commotion.” It physically pained her to apologise to him, even more than her actual injuries, but it didn’t feel right not to. His eyes widened slightly but he quickly replaced it with a scowl.

“I still have to let Dutch know what you did. Your little ‘commotion’ could have people sniffing around camp.”

She sighed, slumping a little more in her seat as he spared her a glance, “make sure you sort your face out, you nose doesn’t look happy.”

Y/n looked away quickly and snapped, “Shut up. I won that fight.”

“Sure you did.”

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Dutch took the situation surprisingly well. He was smiling throughout her retelling of the story and laughed at the end. He gestured at her state and said, “You definitely need some new clothes now!” He laughed harder at her appearance as she bit back her tongue, she could quip back at Arthur all she liked, but she didn’t dare do it to the leader of the gang. Once he had calmed down, he asked her seriously, “So, you can fight? Arthur has mentioned before about your skills with a gun too.”

She nodded, straightening her back a little bit, “Yes, I can fight. I used to be a sniper before… all of this.”

Dutch nodded, “A lady sniper? That’s not something you hear every day.”

Arthur spoke up, “Where are you going with this, Dutch?”

He smiled, the cogs in his head turning, “Good ol’ Josiah Trelawny has given us some information about Sean. I’ve sent Javier and Charles to investigate but I want you to go too, Arthur. And Y/n should join you for the ride.”

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Y/n had finished washing her face and sighed when she looked at her clothes. So much for getting new ones. She had to get a good night’s rest, as tomorrow she would have to stick by Arthur’s side yet again to help go rescue a captured member of the gang. Clearly Dutch saw something in her, which she appreciated, but she didn’t appreciate always being paired off with the man who shot her.

As she got to her tent, she was surprised to see some clothes folded up and a wallet she had helped Karen steal earlier that day. When she unfolded the clothes she raised an eyebrow. They were clean and smelt fresh, but they were large. A black button up top and some dark blue jeans, and a black belt. She knew she would have to use the belt and tuck the top in as these were clearly for men. There was a note under the jeans, and she was shocked.

These are some clothes I don’t wear anymore. I know they aren’t your fancy ones you were hoping to buy, but it’s better than the ones you have on now. Arthur

Arthur had given her his own clothes. Why? Out of embarrassment? To say sorry? She almost didn’t want to wear them, but then again, she was grateful. She folded them back up before changing into her pyjamas, and climbed into her cot, trying to get some rest for the big mission tomorrow.

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