Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots

Dutch Van der Linde: Fighter Part 2

Dutch Van der Linde X Female Reader

Summary: you told Dutch that you wouldn't be fighting anymore but addictions aren't always that easy to kick.

Word Count: 2000

Ever since Dutch found out about you being a street fighter, you have been dating. You haven't been in a fight since and Dutch couldn't be happier about it. You stopped coming back to camp covered in cuts and bruises, every wound you had obtained was healed and you were looking better than ever.

Dutch was just happy that you were safe and that you weren't purposely putting yourself in harm's way anymore.

Alright, so that might have been a small lie.

For about a month after Dutch found out about you being a street fighter, you stopped fighting but something came up. It wasn't that you weren't happy, you were very happy with Dutch. You cared for him very deeply and you knew that it pained him to see you fight.

You didn't want to start fighting again but it's what you were good at, it's all you really knew. You had been doing it for so long, you should have known better than to think that it would be so easy to quit. Like you said to Dutch, it was like a drug.

You found yourself looking for that adrenaline rush again and the only thing that could give you it was street fighting.

So, you started fighting again.

You didn't fight as much and you never took part in the more dangerous fights. You only fought during the day and took part in fights that you knew you would win, you knew that Dutch would be hurt if he found out you were fighting again so you had to make sure that he didn't find out. That meant needing to make sure that you didn't get too beaten up. If you returned to camp with cuts and bruises, Dutch would instantly know what you are doing.

However, Dutch wasn't an idiot. He noticed you leaving the camp when you didn't need to, when you didn't have an explanation. He noticed the way that you would return all tired. True, he never saw any wounds on you but he remembered the way that you acted in that hotel room when he first found out you were fighting. He remembered the way that the energy drained from you once the adrenaline wore off, that was exactly how you acted after returning to camp recently.

Dutch had hoped that he was just being paranoid and overprotective but he couldn't risk it. You were slowly killing yourself and he wasn't going to let you get to that stage again.

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Dutch was sitting on the chair, just outside of his tent, with a drink in his hand. He watched you with a blank expression, you were preparing your horse to leave the camp again.

A fond smile appeared on his face when you approached him. "I'm just going into town to pick up some things" you informed Dutch as you walked up to him.

"I'll come and give you a hand" Dutch offered with a smile, about to stand up before you stopped him by placing your hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be silly, I can handle it myself. I'll be back soon" you assured him, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. Dutch returned the lingering kiss before you pulled away, turning around and giving him one last wave before returning to your horse.

Dutch sighed to himself as he watched you mount your horse and ride out of the camp, it waited a few minutes before getting really to leave as well.

Yes, he was going to follow you again. No, he wasn't proud of it. It wasn't his fault that you were willingly trying to get yourself hurt. Of course, he respected your decisions but he wasn't just going to sit there and wait for you to get seriously hurt. Dutch knew, that if he didn't help you, you would return to the way that you used to be. You would start going to night fights again, where you could get killed.