~A Heart Within You~ RDR2 Arthur x Reader

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~As a summary, the O'Driscolls took you captive and gave you to Colm as a "gift" you rarely get to see him, but when you do, all he does is beat you. You rarely get fed and no one even remembers you're gone. O'Driscolls came into your home in the quiet of night and killed everyone you loved dear and took you alive. You wished they killed you too.~

As a preference:
F/N = First name
L/N = Last name
H/N = Horse name
Italics are thoughts
Bold beyond this point is F/N speaking

~You sat on your knees beside the bed; your arms tied to the bed railing. You look up towards the only source of the outside world you can see, and it's only a little peek through a wall, you can see the O'Driscolls talking with one another and they're saying there's word of the Van Der Linde gang nearby. The Van Der Linde gang? Who are they?

~Hours pass, but it felt like weeks to you, you hear in the distance a rumble of horses coming up the camp; sudden gunshots and yells of men fill the air. Left and right you hear bodies hit the ground. The boom of a raspy voice spoke: "Arthur are they all dead?" In the distance I heard another man speak "Seems like it, Now Kieran where's Colm?" Colm? Oh no is he here? "He should be in that cabin" I heard footsteps of multiple men. I noticed an O'Driscoll sneaking his way into the back opening of the cabin, He eyed me viciously and told me to shut up so he that he can cut into the way of this other man. "Colm! Come out here now!" A man with a heavy country accent came up to the door, The O'Driscoll smashed the door into the other man and knocked him down. He pointed a rusty shotgun and him and chuckled a low inconsiderate tone. Well, there goes my savior

A gunshot rang throughout the woods and the O'Driscoll goes down "You saved my life, Kieran!" He brushed off his pants and got up from the ground, he peeked into the dim room. "But no sign of Colm" A more high pitched country accented man speaks "How do we know this little shit didn't trick us" "I-I wouldn't have saved Arthur's life if I was betraying you!" The man rubs his scruff "He's got a point Bill" "Well Arthur, go check that cabin, Kieran, John and I are going to head back to camp"

I heard footsteps coming towards the room; I looked up and saw the brown haired man gawking at the sight of me "ma'am are you okay?!" "P-please help me...I don't want to be here anymore!" "It's okay miss- what's your name? I'm not here to harm you in any way..." "My name? My name is...F/N L/N" "Well Miss L/N, let me get you out of here and get you some food and rest." He cut my restraints and pulled me up with one swift motion. I tried to stand on my legs, but I fell over almost immediate. "I don't think I can walk sir-" "The name is Arthur Morgan, and don't worry about the walking, I've got you" he pulled me up and put me on his shoulder. We walked a little ways to his horse, a beautiful Dark Brown Tennessee walker with white markings. He put me down on the back of his horse

"It may be a little ride, I hope you don't mind" I stayed silent for most of the ride, just taking in the unbelievable freedom. All those months stuck up in a cabin; suddenly seeing the bright blue sky and the beautiful green plains and forests, it overwhelmed me. We arrived at a small cliff overhang that held a mighty camp filled with many members "Miss Grimshaw! Fix this girl a tent will you, please?" "Arthur! What are doing bringing an outsider to camp?!" "Sorry Susan, I thought I should help this young lady. She was stuck inside a cabin that was overrun with O'Driscolls." "I would love to get her a tent but, i'm sorry Arthur we don't have any more tents- and she can't just sleep on the ground-" she paused and then spoke again "it'll be better if she stayed with you for now." "Thank you, Miss Grimshaw. come on now F/N let's show you my tent and get you some food and rest" Arthur ties his horse to a post then pulled me off it. I walked over to a little campsite, I sat on a log in front of a fire for a bit when Arthur came back and handed me a bowl of stew "Now, Pearsons's cooking isn't the best; but it could be worse" I quickly gobbled the whole stew down. "Thank you."

I stayed in the tent for awhile because of me being nervous around all these new people, but at some point I just said fuck it and went on. I sat on a log next to one of the Leaders, I believe his name was Dutch. "You know, we should have a party for you tonight." "Oh, I'm nothing to throw a party for." "Nonsense, you're one of us now!" The gang agreed to throwing a party in honor of me joining their gang. It was lovely! Filled with alcohol, singing, dancing. People enjoying life. I decided to get in on the action with the booze as well. My throat was on fire, and I could barely see. We all laughed and cheered and sang the night away.