~A Heart Within You~ RDR2 Arthur x Reader

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~Summary you set a temporary camp out somewhere close to Valentine and the next morning you decided to go back to main camp
This chapter is a long one phew

E/C is eye color btw

~We got to camp and Abigail immediately came up to Arthur "Arthur can you take Jack to do something please? John isn't trying his best at the moment. "And I'm your go-to nanny?" "Please Arthur... just do it." "Of course Abigail, sorry." Arthur walked towards the young boy and grabbed his hand. I came with Arthur too. There's really nothing else for me to do. "alright Jack let's go fishing" "Fishing? I don't know how to fish" Oh my god he's so cute!! "Well I can teach you" We arrive at a shoreline, Arthur pulls out his fishing rod and Jack pulls out his, I choose to spend time with my horse; feeding him/her treats and patting him/her every so often

About 40 minutes go by, Arthur has caught a huge mound of fish and Jack has caught two little tiny ones. I noticed two suited men on the trail, they turned towards us. The two men approach Arthur and Jack but ignore me. "Ah, Arthur Morgan." The man lights a cigar "Who are you?" Arthur pushes Jack behind him "I'm Agent Milton and this is Agent Ross from the Pinkerton detective agency, it seems you boys have gotten your selves in a massive amount of trouble" "I think you're confused-" "Listen, I want you to know, where ever you go, no matter how far we will always find you." The man known as Milton looks back at me, looking up and down "all of you."
"Listen, for a small favor- if you turn in Mr. Van Der Linde we can just forget about this little $5,000 bounty on your head." "$5,000? " Arthur chuckled. "Can I turn myself in?" "One last chance Mr. Morgan, turn Van Der Linde in." "Oh I haven't seen old Dutch since the ferry job-" "well we heard a guy fitting his description robbing Mr. Cornwall's train." "Can't say I've seen him" he growled in frustration and turned back to his horse. "farewell Mr. Morgan, I know we'll meet again. In a jail, or maybe while you're dying begging for your life." They rode off. " why did you lie about Uncle Dutch, Arthur?" Asked Jack. "Those were bad men, Jack. They were going to get all of us and Dutch" Jack stayed quiet after that.

Arthur rode his way up to camp and set Jack on the ground "Dutch! Something isn't right here! I just met with a man from the Pinkerton Detective Agency" "what were their names?" "I- I don't know, Milton and....Ross I believe? Listen Dutch we have to get out of here." "Fine, Fine. Yeah, Micah talked of a spot at Dewberry Creek, would you and F/N go scope it out for me real quick? We'll pack up while you go look. Arthur and I went up to our horses, he helped me up on mine since I'm still not used to get on and off of him/her. "Where is Dewberry creek?" "Just a little ways up here, it's an old dried up creek" We rode through a valley and sure enough there was a massive dried up creek "This doesn't look that hidden" "Yeah, and I'm not sure it'll be great with rain either. Micah's full of shit once again. Well, let's go check it out." We rode down into the creek and I noticed someone on the ground

"Arthur! There's a guy over here on the ground, I think he's dead" "Oh Jesus." He walked over and looked at him for a bit then got up. "Seems there's a little camp by the trees here" We walked up to the camp with our guns out, it looked like it was robbed or someone left in a hurry. "Check around the wagon" I went to the wagon and looked all around Wait.. I moved a barrel and there was a woman. She pointed a Double Barrel shotgun at my head "Miss I'm sorry, I mean you no harm" I put my guns down and told Arthur to come over without guns. "Are you okay? We mean you no harm" We both put our hands up "Sprichst du Deutsch? German?" "No. Listen, we need this land...go on! Get out of here" her daughter came out behind her "Zhey took our Father!" "Who did?" "Strange men." "There's tracks leading towards the forest" "lets go" We got on our horses and rode beside the tracks "What was that? You were just going to send them on their way? That's not like you" "Ah, you've barely been here. I'm not as soft as you think, I'm getting old; and kind of sad. We've got to think about the group, with these people here there's no way we can move them" "I...understand...but there's no way we can put camp here, it's too open." "Let's just get this German families father/husband back." We came across a little bit of land surrounded by open water and other big beautiful trees "Arthur, this is a better place than Dewberry Creek!" "Yeah it is. Now where is this feller?" Arthur walked over to a man struggling on the ground; all tied up. He cut the tie off his mouth- "Es ist eine Falle, es ist eine Falle!" We heard gun shots ring across the trees, Arthur grabbed my hand and threw me into the same position as him "Get your gun out, and shoot them!" I shot one or two, still rusty as hell, I looked over and Arthur was holding his balance, standing strong. I watched his bullet hit heads over and over and sure enough, they ended up falling back "Arthur- your aim is amazing!" "No time for compliments, there may be more coming." He untied the German man and got him up on his horse "Du nimmst mich also zurück in meine Familie?" "How does someone even come up with them words?" "Pardon?" "Why did they take you?" "Money. Geld." I looked over at the man with a weird face, trying to understand even the slightest thing he is saying in German. Minutes passed and we arrived at his family "Oh Gott sei Dank!" "Andreas!" The German couple exchanged words and they got onto their wagon, the father handed him a gold bar and thanked him. "Well, it was my pleasure. F/N go tell the gang to set up camp at Clemens point, guide them because Dutch doesn't know much about the South-East"

aaaand here we are. A beautiful little island filled with many different opportunities. Very relaxing, beautiful sky. Arthur and I set up our little area and helped some others along the way. This is starting to become our new little home.

~Later that night, We all danced and cheered then danced some more. we drank some whiskey and told great stories of before times; gentler times. I drank two shots of whiskey and was already buzzed, red cheeks, burning throat, blurry vision. Yep. Still a light weight. I saw Arthur sitting by the fire with Dutch, Micah, Bill, and Lenny. I slumped over Arthur, trying to pick my head up, but I failed. "I'll take her to bed then, be right back fellers" Arthur grabbed my hand and took me to the tent and closed to curtains. "I- I-" I passed out immediately

***Arthur POV***

I grabbed her limp body and put her on top the bed; kissing her forehead before I walked off. I went towards the campfire again and sat there, rubbing my hair back. I sighed and looked down wondering what the hell is going on anymore. "You alright Arthur?" Asked Mary-Beth. "Yeah, no. A lot is on my mind." "Would you like to talk about it?" I sighed again "Yeah, I would..." "come on, let's go over here" we walked over to the shore and sat on a log together "it's F/N, I'm worried about her, she can barely shoot a gun, and when someone gets shot she just freezes. What if someone were to take her away? What if the O'Driscolls take her back and continue to do those bad things to her? Mary-Beth smiled at me, "It sounds like you're awfully worried about her. You're like a father to her, always looking over and protecting her. I looked up in shock "Well, I guess so. Am I being too close to her?" Don't think of it as being too close, think of it as being her guardian." She got up and went to her tent "Night Arthur"

**F/N POV**
"Morning! Miss L/N! Arthur!" I woke up to Dutch yelling and opening the tent covers; I rushed up and threw up on the ground "Fuck my head.." I looked down and saw Arthur sitting up from the floor...without a shirt. He lit up a cigarette and got up to stretch, then put his shirt back on "You slept on the floor?" "Yeah, didn't want to disturb you." "COME ON LETS GO!" Yelled Dutch from outside.