You, y/n van der linde, are running around in your fathers gang. Getting into trouble, stealing, getting stolen from, getting stolen in general, and even falling in love.
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It was cold to say the least, very cold. Your toes and fingers had gone numb, your nose had been rubbed pink, your eyes constantly glassy at the thought of being where you where. You where in a night gown, in a cabin, in the mountains, in the middle of fucking nowhere.
"Yah know y/n, i'm surprised daddy hasn't come to pick you up yet." You heard a familiar voice from the doors of the cabin, you balled your fists and looked at the cold wooden boards beneath you.
"I'm sorry he's keeping you waiting, Colm, he's taking his sweet old time on the ferry job." You smiled, knowing you made him furious as he was going to do the same thing, though once again, Dutch had gotten too it first. You and your father always had a hatred for Colm. He killed your mother, Annabelle, so the least you could do was wait for the right time for you both to kill him. Though, it wasn't today. You pulled at the ropes tying you to the post, rubbing your wrists raw. You can hear Colm chuckle as he watched you struggle.
"Those knots are tied tight, you ain't going no where until I get some answers out of you."
"In your dreams." You hissed and Colm scoffed and shut the door.
A few days later
You're exhausted, starving, incredibly thirsty, and missing the gang deeply. You didn't know when your father was going to get you, if he was at all. You began to loose faith in him, which is one thing he always reminded you to keep. What if he really isn't coming to get me? What if I starve here in the cabin? What would Colm do with me if he knew Dutch wasn't coming for me?
Your thoughts where quickly interrupted by yelling and gunshots, you looked around frantically. Now was your chance. The guards Colm sent to guard you had left the cabin too, assuringly, fight whatever they where fighting outside. You began to extend your leg towards a blade on the table far from you. It was in your reach, you just had to grab it at the right angle. The blade hit the floor with almost no sound, and if there was a sound certainly no one heard it. It was in between your toes, slowly bringing your foot towards your mouth, you grab the blade with your teeth, turn your head, and drop the blade in your hands. You began to saw through the rope, when you hear the door bust open and Dutch, standing in the doorway looking down at you. Arthur close behind him.
"y/n! Darling, are you ok? What did he do to you?" Dutch blurted out as he took out his knife and cut the ropes clean off your wrists.
"Nothin' yet, took you long enough"
Arthur looks at you as you rub the marks on your wrists left from the rope. He watches Dutch help you stand and cant help but feel sorry for you.
"We need to go, y/n, ride with Arthur, I'm going to look for Colm. Arthur bring her back to the camp safe please, son." Dutch broke Arthurs thought as he helped you to his horse. Your legs where numb, and weak. You where freezing and there was nothing you could do but try and walk to Arthurs horse, Bourbon Boy.
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"Come on y/n." Arthur put you on the back of his horse and climbed on right after. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his back. He was warm, and you did feel awkward, he was your brother, your best friend, your overall favorite person in the whole gang. Plus, he didn't seem to mind you being so close either. When the gang moved camps, if there where cabins you often slept in the same room as him, as well as the same bed if it came down to it. The only thing was, neither of you had a problem with it, and you tended to like it more that a 'friend' should.
The ride was short, or what seemed like 10 minutes of riding felt like 10 seconds. You felt a little down that the ride was over, but at least you would be able to get food, warmth, shelter, and overall be back with your family.
"Miss Grimshaw! We got y/n! She's frozen to the core." Arthur bellowed through the camp. The camp was nothing special, just an old abandoned mine shaft. A few cabins and a barn. Arthur helped you off his horse and then walked you to the cabin room you two apparently shared. He didn't seem to mind at all. Miss Grimshaw brought you clothes that where packed away and some food, along with a complementary blanket. You ate the stew in a matter of seconds and looked up to see a smug smirk on Arthurs face.
"What? Never seen a starved girl eat before?" You looked at him raising a brow, and lowing the stew bowl.
"Ive seen plenty of that." He chuckled and took the empty bowl from you and set it on the dresser. Moving to the edge of bed, he began to question you on what went down.
"Now, tell me, how in the hell did you end up in one of Colm's cabins?" He eyed you like you wanted to be there.
"When the Pinkertons started coming onto the boat, me and Charles where sent to go look for a spot to lie low, as we were cantering down the path, I felt myself get pulled off of my horse, then nothing. I guess I hit my head as I hit the ground." Arthur rested a hand on your that was laying on the mattress, making you choke on your words a little, but you continued. "I heard a few gunshots, saw my horse take off, along with Charles, whose hand from what I could tell was. pouring blood. The boys looked and sounded like O'driscols so I already assumed that I was going to get either raped or beaten." Arthurs fist crunched into a ball, he tried keeping it subtle but you could see right through him. "Thankfully," you reassured him "that didn't happened. I was just starved and freezing while they tried getting answers out of me."
Arthur looked at you skeptical. "You uh...didn't tell them anything, did you?"
"No! What do you take me for!" You where offended to say the least, and astonished that he would accuse you of something like that.
"Sorry, sorry, just wanted clarification." He put his hands up and surrendered. You nudged him and smiled a little, you saw him grin under his hat as well. The moment was interrupted by the sound of Dutch coming into the room. He had blood on him, and snow in his hair.
"Welcome back darlin'." You jumped to your feet and gave him a long, heart-felt hug. When you pulled away, you whipped a small splatter of blood from his face.
"Whose is this?" You asked whims you rubbed it between your index finger and thumb.
Dutch looked at you with a smirk. "Colm's cold blood."
You smiled at him. "So what, is he dead?"
"No, but he defiantly won't be bothering us for a little while, hopefully, long enough for us to get outta here"
You smiled at the thought of being out of the snow, Dutch left the room and you laid on the bed and began to read a romance novel you secretly stole from Mary-beth before the Blackwater incident. You sighed, closed the book, and drifted off into a comfortable, relaxing slumber.
