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Brotherly Theft and Saint Denis Shenanigans

Summary: Ma always said sharing is caring...

Warning: AEAHSRKFBYK,brother reader, stealing, self reward... i guess

based on this request, tq!

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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Arthur had been saving up for weeks.

Quietly. Carefully. Tucking away every extra dollar from odd jobs, bounties, and poker winnings into a small lockbox under his cot. He wasn't the kind of man who splurged, but he'd muttered something about needing "a damn break" and "maybe a new rifle scope."

You, of course, knew exactly where he kept it.

And you'd also just seen a very pretty, very dumb-looking custom hat in Rhodes — wide-brimmed, silver-banded, with a feather that screamed "I'm an idiot and proud."

Naturally, you had to have it.

It was so easy.

Arthur was out fishing with Uncle. You waited fifteen minutes, then slipped into his tent, popped open the box, and took just enough cash. Enough for the hat. Maybe a caramel apple. And maybe a little extra because... you're not very good at math.

When Arthur came back, he counted his stash — and the next thing anyone heard was:

“Y/N!!”

You were already wearing the hat.

And sunglasses. Indoors.

With a cigar you couldn't afford but absolutely needed for the aesthetic.

Arthur stormed into camp like the wrath of god. "You stole my damn money?!"

"'Stole' is a strong word," you said, puffing the cigar and posing like a gunslinger. "Think of it as... a loan. For style."

"A loan for a HAT?"

"It's a statement piece, Arthur. People are gonna take me seriously now."

"You look like a rejected magician."

"Jealousy's an ugly color on you, big bro."

Arthur groaned so loudly that even Dutch gave him a sympathetic glance.

A week later, Arthur got a letter from Mary.

You weren't supposed to know.
You read it over his shoulder.

“I swear to God, Y/n—”

"Ohhhh, Arthur's got a daaaaate," you sang, dodging the punch he threw at you. "Is this the one you were all moony-eyed about in Valentine? Mary Linton, right? Real fancy name. Real Saint Denis type."

"Don't you dare—"

Too late. You were already saddled up and riding behind him into the city.

Arthur ignored you the whole train ride.

You kept whistling the wedding march.

Mary was thrilled to see Arthur.

She was less thrilled to see you.

"You brought your brother?"

Arthur sighed. "No. He brought it himself. Like a damn tick."

You gave her your best, most gentlemanly bow. "Ma'am. Pleasure to third-wheel your deeply emotional, probably doomed reunion."

She blinked. "He always likes this?"

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's worse."

You followed them through the art gallery like an absolute goblin.

Commenting loudly on the nudes ("That guy's proportions are way off"), asking if Mary liked Arthur's new haircut (she hadn't even noticed), and loudly fake-coughing every time the two of them made eye contact.

At one point, Mary asked Arthur, "Did you raise him?"

Arthur replied, "Unfortunately."

You were eventually banned from the gallery.

But not before you stole a mini cheese wheel from the refreshment table.

Which you named "Cheddar Morgan."

Back at camp, Arthur sat on a log, chewing his stress like tobacco.

You plopped beside him, still in your stupid hat.

He didn't look at you.

"...Y'know," you said, "you're welcome."

"For what?"

"For making your weird little date with Mary feel like a romantic warzone. Really spiced things up."

Arthur finally turned to look at you, jaw tight... but something in his eyes was soft. Tired. Foundation.

"You're a damn pest."

You grinned, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, but I'm your pest."

He sighed through his nose.

Then reached over, snatched the hat off your head, and threw it into the fire.

You howled.

“NOOOO—MY STATEMENT PIECE—”

Arthur leaned back, arms crossed, finally smiling.

"Consider that payback for the money."