Red Dead Redemption 2 Oneshots

Arthur X Dutch: Stubborn

(Reader speaks in italics and thoughts are in bold.)

Arthur brought the axe above his head for what seemed like the hundredth time today. Just as he was about to swing he began to start coughing causing him to drop the axe. "You okay?" He brought his gaze up to Hosea and nodded. "I'll live." Though Hosea seemed concerned he walked off leaving Arthur alone again. He stared down at the uncut chunk of wood and sighed. Truthfully he wasn't okay. He'd caught a nasty cold while hunting in the mountains a few days ago. Going into another coughing fit he leaned against a nearby tree to catch his breath. "Arthur." He looked up at Dutch who was giving him a stern glare. "Your sick aren't you?" Arthur shook his head mentally shouting at himself to not cough. Of course that failed and he flashed Dutch a sheepish smile through the coughs. "Okay maybe I am a little sick. But it's not that bad." Dutch crossed his arms impatiently tapping his foot. Arthur sighed looking at the ground. "Okay.....maybe it's.....a little bad." He mumbled. "Your not leaving camp again until your better. Understood?" Arthur forced himself to stand up straight. "That could be days! I'm not sitting on my ass that long!" He argued. "Stop being so goddamn stubborn and go rest." Dutch grabbed Arthur's wrist and dragged him to his tent. Arthur glared at Dutch in a childish manner refusing to sit down. "I'll stay in here personally if that's what it takes Arthur." Dutch warned pointing to the bed. Arthur muttered a few swears sitting on his bed. "Happy now?" He asked sarcastically before going into another coughing fit. "Just stay here. I'll be back in a minute." Dutch disappeared for a moment before coming back with a bowl of stew and some medicine. "Lay down." Dutch ordered setting the small glass bottle of medicine on Arthur's desk. Arthur complied still unhappy with the thought of spending a few days in bed. Dutch moved the chair from Arthur's desk over to the bed before sitting down. "Open." He ordered pressing the spoon full of stew against Arthur's lips. Arthur opened his mouth to argue his face reddening as Dutch shoved the spoon inside. "I'm not a goddamn child!" Arthur argued pushing the now empty spoon away. Dutch simply smiled making Arthur feel more embarrassed. "Just eat Arthur." Dutch said softly feeding him another spoonful again. "Why are you doing this?" Arthur asked avoiding eye contact. "Because i care about you. You need to start taking better care of yourself." Arthur smiled letting out a small laugh. "I know...." The bowl of stew now gone Dutch grabbed the medicine from the desk and handed it to Arthur. "Drink it all. It'll help shorten the cold and stop the coughing." Arthur complied tipping his head back to drink the fluid. "Get some rest." Dutch stayed for a moment staring at the now sleeping Arthur. He smiled leaning forward placing a kiss on Arthur's forehead. "I love you, Arthur." He whispered softly before standing up and leaving. Arthur opened his eyes staring at where Dutch just was. He sighed shaking his head. "I love you too." He mumbled before forcing himself to really fall asleep.

(Requested by -Galaxy_Nerd-. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading :D)