Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots 3

Arthur Morgan: Good to be Back

Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Summary: After Blackwater, you were seperated from the gang and swept up by some O'Driscolls. When raiding an O'Driscoll camp, the gang find you and Arthur brings you home.

Word Count: 2300

Blackwater was a mess. It was a mess and you would say it until you were blue in the face. Ironically, you just so happened to be red in the face and blue in the hands but that was more due to the biting cold up in the mountains.

After Blackwater, you and most of the gang managed to get out with your lives or without being captured. While the others found somewhere decent to sent up camp, you had gotten separated and ran into some O'Driscolls. Much to your misfortune, they had recognised you as a member of the Van der Linde gang and decided to keep you as a hostage in their camp. Some old mining town, you think.

You blamed Micah for your predicament, for the Blackwater disaster. In all fairness, you couldn't say with complete certainty that it was Micah's fault but that's who you chose to blame, mostly because it was usually justified.

Thankfully, the O'Driscolls had been kind enough to let you keep your thick coat so that you didn't freeze to death but still left you at the mercy of the elements. You were tied to a post outside of one of the rundown buildings, hands bound by rope behind the post.

You were standing, your feet loosing feelings as the snow covered them. If they just left you out here, you would die eventually. You knew that they wouldn't be staying around here for long, you heard them talking about some train robbery, and you were worried that they just planned on leaving you here to freeze.

Luckily, there had been one man. A timid, nervous wreck in your opinion, a man who didn't seem much like an O'Driscoll. He had offered you a warm drink, only to scatter when another man came walking around. You appreciated the small kindness, despite him being an O'Driscoll.

- - - - -

"Arthur, are you even listening to me?" Dutch asked with a frustrated sigh, seeing the distant look on the other man's face.

Arthur was snapped out of his thoughts by Dutch waving his hand in front of his face. All truth be told, Arthur hadn't been listening to the older man. He was too distracted by thoughts of you. You had gotten separated from them and he had no idea where you were or if you were alright, it had been bothering him since before they even set up camp in Colter. He tried to stop worrying, reminding himself that you were perfectly capable and could look after yourself just fine, but still he worried.

"What? 'course I am, Dutch" Arthur insisted but it would have been more believable if he had answered the first three times.

"Well you don't look like it. I said 'there they are'" Dutch decided to let it go and focus on the job.

"You sure?" Arthur asked as he looked through the binoculars and started to assess the camp, seeing O'Driscolls walking around.

"That's definitely them" Dutch nodded.

"That Colm?" Arthur asked, spotting one man moving towards a horse.

"I think so" Dutch hummed.

"Yeah...that's him" Arthur nodded, getting a better look at the man's face. He continued to look around the camp before pausing. "Dutch..." he got his friends attention.

"What do ya see, son?" Dutch asked.

"Is that...Y/n?" Arthur asked, wishing you would lift your head up so he could see more clearly.