Red Dead Redemption 2 Oneshots

Goddamn O'driscolls! (Sadie Adler x Reader.)

Beaver Hollow was by far the worst camp you've been in. It was depressing. There was no playful banter, no more games on the table, no more of Javier strumming his guitar at night. It was horrible. So you left for as long as you could, taking long rides to New Hanover and Leymone, somtimes for a week or two before bringing in a couple hundred from a stagecoach.

You were camping a little ways away from Valentine, reading a book while watching the fire. It was a quiet night, maybe a wolf howling to break the silence.

A man in a black jacket rode on his horse over to you, looking terrified. "Oh thank god! I've been lost for hours, can't see a damn thing in this time of night. Mind tellin' me where we're at?" The man requested.

You were immediately suspicious of him. No one would've came up to a complete stranger to ask where they were. But of course, you answered his question. "We're north of Valentine right now. How did you get lost?"

"I was riding with my friends and we got split up. Nothin' too big." The man sat down next you, obviously making himself comfortable. He looked around and nodded. "Fine country here, ain't it?"

"Sure. Seems nice enough here." You said bluntly. The man turned around again, looking annoyed as ever.

"Say, are you part of the Van der Linde gang? I've see your face around." The man asked quickly, as if he was interrogating you.

Before you had time to answer, you were hit on the head by a rifle handle, sending you to the ground. You were still conscious, but just barley.

"Took you long enough! God damnit. Pick 'em up and get going!" A man screamed. Other man picked you up , still thinking you were unconscious, and set you on their horse. 

"We should hurry up, who knows if one of the other members comes up soon." The same man who sat at the fire instructed.

"Yeah, we don't need the whole fuckin' gang coming after us."

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It had been a day and a half in that small cabin in Hanging dog ranch. Not only did your head hurt, but you were worried. You usually left camp for a week, and came back with money afterwards. Nobody would come looking for you until at least two weeks, and who knows what'll happen when they do. You shivered, thinking of how weak everyone in the gang was right now. You wouldn't survive. No possible way the gang wound be able to kill them all.

The sun was setting, making the sky darker and darker. The people in the O'Driscoll gang headed to bed, while the guards kept watch. You tilted your head back, hoping that you'll wake up at camp, that all this mayhem, Lenny and Hosea dying, Dutch going insane, Arthur getting really sick, was all just some sick fever dream.

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"Goddamn you O'Driscolls! Goddamn you!" 

Gunshots buzzing across the abandoned ranch woke you up from your not so great sleep. Incoherent screams came from outside, followed by gunshots. O'Driscoll's were running to their cabins, only to be shot by who knows! Outside a window, the person attacking the O'Driscolls grabbed one of them and screamed at them, grabbed them and put a knife to their neck.

The two walked over to the cabin where you were and they kicked the door open. Once inside, the person holding the O'Driscoll slit his throat.

Sadie stepped over the body and kicked it. "Holy hell! Are you alright?" She asked.

"Yep, just fine. How'd you find me?" You questioned.

"An O'Driscoll came by camp, tellin Dutch they had you and if we wanted you alive, we'd have to pay 1,000 dollars. And by hell Dutch couldn't waste any money on anyone." Sadie rolled her eyes, then tossed you a gun. "Now lets kill these sons of some bitches!"

You had always liked Sadie. She was always so courageous, but had a soft side to her as well, especially to you. And you've been kind back, but since she was just getting over her husband, you pushed downs those feelings, knowing it was wrong to ask her on a date or a drink. So being friends was just fine.

The two of you busted out the door, ready to shoot anyone and anything that came in eyesight. "Thanks, for saving me. I would've probably died without ya." You thanked her.

"Can't risk having another person I love get killed by O'Driscolls. It just ain't happenin'" Sadie casually replied.

"Sadie.."

Gunshots buzzed by your head, making you gasp while Sadie shoved you down next to a barrel. Quickly you started shooting at the O'Driscolls, who might've just barley got up.

"I'm heading to the barn! C'mon!" Sadie yelled as she ran to the white barn. You got up and sprinted to Sadie, frantically trying to catch up.

Once inside, Sadie started looking for any sign of O'Driscolls in the area. "If you see a fat feller with a beard, don't kill him, he's mine." She exclaimed.

You searched through the ranch, shooting any O'Driscoll you saw, until you thought you heard screams coming from the hayloft. Quickly, you climb up the latter, only to find Sadie stabbing someone, blood splattered all over her clothes.

"Jesus." You muttered as Sadie got up, looking at the man she just killed.

"Let's get outta here, this place gives me the creeps." Sadie tugged on your arm. 

"Are we going back to camp?" You ask, feeling almost relieved that you'd be going home.

"I think us getting rid of those goddamn O'Driscolls deserves a little drink." Sadie smiled, happy she'd finally gotten revenge.

"Thank you Sadie, for helping me out." You thanked her again. You couldn't imagine what could've happened after a couple more days with O'Driscolls.

"No problem dear. Now lets get, we're celebrating the fall of the O'Driscolls!" She laughed.