And finally, through the first snowflakes that started tumbling through the harsh wind, I spotted two silhouettes. Clad in thick winter coats, guns strapped to their backs. Each step filled with grim determination as they waded through the knee-high snow towards us. They stopped a few feet away. The taller man's eyes met mine. He carried himself with silent confidence, evident in the expression on his weathered, undeniably handsome face. Sky-blue eyes framed by thick brows, chapped, full lips, a crooked nose. An association lingered in the back of my head, but I couldn't quite grasp it, until I asked: „Who are you?" {-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-} Oh, the hatred that she holds for Dutch van der Linde. While running with the O'Driscolls for over ten years, this man had been the bane of her existence. Now, three years after leaving the gang, she gets lost up in the Grizzlies on the run from the bounty on her head. When she saves one of Van der Linde's men from a wolf attack and gets taken in by them as an ally, she has to face that hatred again. And then there's also Arthur Morgan, Dutch's right hand man, who won't let her forget either that they were enemies once. ❗️Currently undergoing heavy editing❗️ This story is a reader insert, but I avoid uses of (Y/n) as much as I can. Enjoy!

➵ ❝Y'know... I ain't a good man.❞ ❝You're good to me, and that's enough.❞ ➵ Arthur Morgan had heard many tales about grand treasures hidden all over the Heartlands, yet he wasn't one to believe in mere rumors as such, most claimed by drunken lowlifes spending their miserable lives in rundown saloons. Until the day the Van der Linde gang saves a farm girl from Colm O'Driscoll's boys, and something more; with a legitimate treasure map in the girl's possession, the chance to earn a great amount of gold arises, and is far too tempting for Dutch van der Linde to turn down. Arthur takes it upon himself to find this secret stash of gold - and it's during this treasure hunt where the outlaw finds out more than he'd bargained for; the gold is not the only secret that has remained hidden for far too long. ➵ Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader ➵ Warning: this story contains foul language, violence, gore and death. ➵ Credits: RDR2/Arthur Morgan belongs to Rockstar Games, I only own my writing. ➵ Cover edited by @catharsxs ➵ IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED RDR2, BE AWARE OF POTENTIAL SPOILERS IN THIS STORY !!

When the Smoke Clears is a visceral, slow-burn fanfiction set in the world of Red Dead Redemption 2. You are Harlan van der Linde's daughter - born into outlaw blood, but raised in a house ruled by fear. After years of silence, years of enduring the man who killed your mother and kept you captive, you finally break free - leaving behind blood, fire, and a past you can never outrun. You flee to the only place that might still feel like home: Dutch van der Linde's camp. A place you once visited frequently when you were younger, but you're not a child anymore, and the gang doesn't know what to make of you - especially Arthur Morgan, who remembers your father and the girl he'd brought around camp, but who knows nothing of the woman you've become. As old loyalties clash with new tensions, you must navigate a world where trust is scarce, danger is constant, and your freedom has come at a steep cost. ~•~•~ This story is a reader insert, but I still have yet to use (y/n). Important note: This story is INSPIRED by Red Dead Redemption 2. Not BASED on RDR2. This will follow many of the same themes and loose plot lines of the game, but I am mainly using the characters from the game to write my own story. So don't expect everything from the game to translate over into this story. Disclaimers: Mature audiences only. Sexual content, mention of rape and physical abuse, smoking, drinking, cursing, murder, violence, and of course... 🌶️ SMUT🌶️