~A Heart Within You~ RDR2 Arthur x Reader

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~Next morning

I woke up to birds chirping. I was in Arthur's tent, in his little cot. I turned over and got up, My feet hit something soft and warm oh.. shit I just stepped on Arthur. He was sleeping on the floor, completely shirtless and peaceful before I stepped on him. He sat up from his "bed" and stretched his arms up, he's so hairy- and took some cigarettes off the table and lit one up, he offered me one. "No thank you." "Thanks for waking me up." "I didn't mean to, I didn't know you were there. Plus you're usually not asleep when I get up." "Right." He got up. His muscles shined in the little bit of light that came in the room, glistening over every curve and crease. He put on a blue long sleeved shirt and went on with his day. I just want to sleep.

I got an extra hour of sleep before Micah barged in "Wake up Shorty, we have work to do." I looked him dead in the eyes with an uncomfortable expression. "What kind of work?" "Well while you're sleeping your life away, and sitting around Arthur all day, I found a stagecoach to rob, I swear you women don't even earn your keep! I mean, why do we need a gaggle of girls when they won't even fuck you if you put a knife to their throat?" "I'm sure you've tried.." "Just get the hell up and let's go! Bill is coming with us too." I got up, all groggy and still half asleep I got up onto my horse trying not to fall asleep, I yawned "where are we going Micah? We just did something yesterday!" "The swamps, just a ways up here." I followed Micah to the location that he said, when we arrived he told me to go behind the tree to his left and told Bill to go to the right. Micah ran up to the dirt road and set up a dynamite charge, and he walked back over behind the tree. "F/N make sure you shoot that charge when the wagon comes over" "Me?" "No, the fucking queen of England, yes you!" "Shh Shh!" The wagon rolled over the bridge and got close and closer to the charge. The horses rumble over the charge and then I shot. The whole stage bursted and killed the surrounding guards. We ran up to the scorched stage coach and Micah went inside. He came out seconds later with some money "atleast a thousand here, here's your cut Bill, F/N" he threw me some money and I shoved it into my pocket. "Split up and head back to camp"

I went back to camp and noticed a crowd of gang members surrounding Dutch "We will find him! Don't worry, Abigail we will find him." I walked towards Arthur, Abigail came up to me "Have you seen my son?" "No I haven't seen Jack, Abigail I'm so sorry" "Kieran said he heard some people around camp that sounded like Braithwaites" "That fucking vile woman! Who would steal a child?" Dutch stood up from his chair angered, walking towards the horses "let's go get this fucking inbred trash of a family!" Everyone except Uncle, the girls, Pearson, and Kieran, went to the Braithwaites plantation.

We rolled up to the path in between the trees, the rumble of horses shook the whole ground and we ran up to the main gate "let off here" Dutch waved his hand towards us signaling to follow him. Guns pulled out, we walked towards the porch menacingly "Get down here you inbred trash!" We all cocked our guns. Three men came to the upstairs porch then 4 came out the bottom. "We have come for the boy, which you should've known." One of the men at the bottom pointed the gun he was holding at Dutch. He spoke up. "you shouldn't have gotten caught up in our business" "Whatever complaint you have with us allegedly, that is a young boy! You don't just take young boys! So hand him over!" "Get the hell off our land!" More men rushed from the sides. "If you ain't gonna be civilized about this...." Dutch shot the guy in the face, killing him. We all ran to cover and shots were fired left and right; I saw bodies going down at an instant. I shot some people and Arthur threw me a thumbs up. All the Braithwaites seemed to be dead, it seemed to be too easy. Dutch ran up to the porch and held the door open "RUSH IN THERE FIND JACK, AND FIND THAT BRAITHWAITE WOMAN!" Javiar and Charles stayed outside as a lookout. "Arthur, John, Hosea, Y/N, with me!" John, Arthur, and I checked downstairs while Hosea and Dutch went upstairs. I heard banging from a door upstairs then a few gunshots "Arthur get up here!" I stayed downstairs preparing for any other Braithwaites. That will arrive. "There's more coming from wagons!" Yelled Arthur. I ran upstairs with Arthur and began to shoot from the balcony, shooting 3 others in the head, I looked over at Arthur who had killed way more than I have without breaking a sweat. I looked down in the fields and saw them all trying to rush us back. "Watch out down there!" I threw out a Dynamite stick and lit it, then threw it off the balcony killing 4. After that boom of destruction, the Braithwaites fell back and ran.

Arthur ran off to the side of the balcony to find John trying to push in a door "Arthur help me out with this!" They pushed into the door, finally it let loose. as they pushed open the door, the world seemed to be slower; either that or Arthur is just extremely fast! Because both of the Braithwaite men were shot on sight. We walked into a once fancy bedroom, Dutch went towards the closet, and the Braithwaite woman was there. Dutch grabbed her hand and threw her into the wall. "Do you want me to kill you too old woman?" "Where's the boy?!" "We have lived in this house for 120 years! We have never had problems 'cept for Yankees-" "Where is the boy? Who took him?" "You killed my sons." "Oh and I'll surely kill the rest of them unless you start talking." "Oh I know your type; common scum." Dutch got closer to the woman and spoke in a more harsh tone, "Where. is. The. Boy?" "You... filth!" "Alright let's get her out of here." Arthur spoke up, "and what about the-" Dutch shot into the heads of the dead sons. The Braithwaite woman began to cry loudly "now let's get this hag outside, anymore of her sons to deal with?" "No reckon they're all dead!" "NNOOO!" She grabbed onto the walls as we went down the stairs desperately trying to escape. Dutch flipped her over onto the stairs and dragged her down them. "burn this place to the ground"

"I don't see Jack anywhere, Dutch" The boy wasn't here. The woman crawled on the floor towards the door. Dutch picked her up, We came out onto the porch, walking away from the burning home. "Put. Me. Down! You damn yankee!" Dutch threw her onto the ground "I never liked you, You stole my horses! You stole my liquor, ain't no rules in war Mr..." "Matthews" "Yes.. yes that was it." "Where's the boy?" It went silent, before the woman got up and spoke "my sons took him to Angelo Bronte so my guess, is Saint Denis. Either that or on the boat to Italy!" "Arthur lets go!" "What are we doing with her?" "Leave her. She isn't much use to us now... or to anyone." "I told you she was crazy" I looked back for a moment and saw the woman crawling back into the flaming home. Serves you right, bitch.