Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

Revenge Is A Dish Best Eaten

"Oh, Arthur..." (y/n) said as she looks over Arthur and tend to his wounds he sustained during the botched robbery. After arriving back at camp, Arthur went to (y/n) and had her tend to his wounds as he explained what happened. "Makes me want to go and give Bronte a piece of my mind." She mutters as she pats the wet washcloth on Arthur’s face to wash away any blood.

Arthur just chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Be my guest, darlin.” He said and (y/n) rolls her eyes. "Although, I shouldn't be surprised. He came off as a snake to me." (Y/n) said as she puts the cloth away.

“We could always leave him with the coyotes in the middle of nowhere.” Arthur jokes and (y/n) chuckles. "I'd volunteer to throw him in in a heartbeat." (Y/n) said and Arthur laughs. 

"Well, I better go check on Dutch. See what's our next move." Arthur said as he stands up. "Okay." (Y/n) said, nodding, and Arthur leans down to her and gives her a quick kiss before he leaves.

​Arthur walks over to Dutch’s room and walks out on the balcony, where Dutch and Hosea were sitting. "So, Arthur, you get the deciding vote." Hosea said as Arthur walks up to the men. "About what?" Arthur asked and Dutch and Hosea begin a lively argument.

"We take an insult and scurry off like cockroaches or deal with business the right way." Dutch said and Hosea shakes his head. "We don't need to take revenge, we hardly know the guy." Hosea brings up. "This ain't about revenge, Hosea. Angelo Bronte don't mean shit to me. This is about the fact that we are planning to rob a bank in his town. A bank that he no doubt protects...a town where his men are gunning for us. Before we do that...we need to put him out of commission." Dutch explains.

"I disagree. There's always an easier way." Hosea said. "There ain't no easier way. Now, I know his type. He is a vindictive little power broker who rules by fear. Now, we pull that stunt in his cess pit of a town...we're doomed." Dutch said and Hosea looked a bit discouraged. "You wanna leave this place? Leave this country?" Dutch asked Hosea, who looks back at him. "We need that money." Dutch said.

"It just don't feel good, Dutch." Hosea said, shaking his head slightly. "This is it. This is the last job that we are ever gonna pull. Before the year is out...we are gonna be harvesting mangoes in Tahiti. Farmers. But we need seed capital...and we need to leave. You know it. I know it." Dutch said. "Forgive me if I can't think too much about the mango harvest...I'm..." Hosea started to say but Dutch talks over him. "This is it. Trust me." he said then he turns to Arthur. "Arthur..." Dutch said, as he gestures for him to speak his peace.

Arthur thinks while Hosea gives Arthur a pleading look. "If it's business, well...business is business..." Arthur said and Hosea looks down in disappointment. "Angelo Bronte stands between us and our future." Dutch said and Hosea glares at him. "You'll damn us all..." he said and Dutch rolls his eyes and walks out.

"Arthur, come on." Dutch said and Arthur follows him. "You better be right about this one." Arthur tells him as they walk down the stairs and head outside. "I am." Dutch said. "I've heard that before." Arthur said with a bit of sarcasm. "And usually I have been right." said Dutch. "If you say so..." Arthur said, doubtful. "Quit doubting, Arthur. It does no favors." Dutch growls as they walk up to their horses.

"Come on, we need to go see a man about a boat…" Dutch said. "A boat?" Arthur questions. "We're headed to a settlement called Lagras. I met a boatman there called Thomas who knows these waters like the back of his hand." said Dutch.

"Why do we need a boat?" asked Arthur. "So we can attack Bronte's mansion from the swamp, catch him off guard. He knows we survived the trolley station, so he'll be expecting some kind of reprisal." Dutch said. "Ah, right. Okay, makes sense." Arthur said, nodding slightly. "See, I do still possess some capacity for rational thought, Arthur." Dutch said and they saddle up on their horses.