Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots

Dutch Van der Linde: My Dear Husband

Dutch Van der Linde X Female Reader

Summary: Dutch breaks you out of jail after you get into a bar fight and you are pretty badly beaten up.

Word Count: 2400

You lay on the jail cot, staring up at the grey ceiling, listening to the sound of footsteps and quiet voices of the lawmen outside of your cell. You heard the front door open and close but you ignored it, it probably wasn't anything of interest.

"Hello, gentleman. I've been informed of an...incident that happened in the saloon last night. I cant assure you both that it was a misunderstanding" you heard a familiar voice come from the other room and it only made you smirk to yourself. You knew that you wouldn't be spending too much time locked up.

"Is that so?" the sheriff asked, sounding pretty unconvinced but you knew that Dutch would talk you out of this.

"You see, my wife struggles to moderate her drink but she ain't usually violent. I can assure you that it won't happen again, I'll deal with her from here" Dutch assured the sheriff and the lawman, using one of his famous acts. You smirked when you heard him call you his wife. Dutch had characters for most of you for situations like this. Arthur was his cousin, and you were his wife. Both of you unable to hold your drink.

You were a little surprised by how much you liked Dutch calling you his wife, you had loved him for sometime now but only in charades like this did he ever seem to return your affections. Even though you didn't know it, Dutch had chosen this default act for you both because (as sad as it may be) it gave him some change of experiencing a relationship with you. Neither of you knew that you were both completely in love with each other.

"...very well, pretty sure she's sobered up now anyway" the sheriff nodded before walking Dutch over to your cell.

"Ah! My dear husband, what kept you?" you asked with a bright smile as you stand up, walking up to the bars so that you were standing in front of him.

While you and Dutch greeted each other, the sheriff unlocked your cell. Dutch took this time to take in the sight of you, not liking what he saw.

Your hair was messy and tangled, your clothes were dishevelled, torn, and stained in blood. Blood that he imagined was both yours and other peoples'. Your bottom lips was busted, a cut and slightly swollen. Your left eye was bruised and your left eyebrow was slit open, and you had a bruise on your right cheekbone. Your knuckles were bruised and bloodied, and your palms were grazed. That was only the beginning of it, Dutch had no idea what the damage was under your clothes, you could have many more cuts and bruises that he couldn't see.

Luckily you didn't seem to have any knife wounds or anything along those lines, nothing was broken, nothing was fatal, everything should heal just fine if the wounds get cleaned up properly.

"Let's get you home and cleaned up, darlin'" Dutch hummed, still keeping up the husband and wife act.

The sheriff let you out of the cell before handing you your belongings, then you and Dutch were free to walk straight out of the jail. Once you had walked a little distance away from the jail, Dutch spoke.

"Holy shit, when Arthur told me that you had been locked up for a bar fight I expected a bruise or two...you look like the whole saloon kicked your ass" Dutch commented as he looked down at you, he could tell by the way that you were walking that you were in pain. Were you really trying to hide it? Arthur had offered to come and break you out but Dutch wanted to do it himself, he wanted to be the one that brought you back home.

"You should see the other guys" you chuckled, trying to lighten up the situation a little. It was true though, you weren't the most injured from the fight. You were in relatively good shape.