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“It doesn’t matter if you shot him or not, the law is still gon’chase you”
Arthur rolled his eyes as he cantered alongside his friend.
“But I didn’t shoot him, the guy who did it was kicking the damn corpse!”
The guy spoke angrily, his brow covered in sweat from a long pursuit from the law.

Arthur growled to himself. He hated having to babysit his friends especially when it came to protecting them from the law. This idiot had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and it got HIM ankles deep in shit. The pair rode silently as Arthur surveyed the landscape, checking to see if they were still being followed. All was clear and Arthur sighed in relief… He didn’t need to cross state borders again to hide because of this idiot.

He pulled his horse back to a gentle trot, still surveying the area until something caught his attention amongst a thicket of trees and bushes.
A lighy grey animal stood out amongst the greenery, if someone was trying to hide they weren’t doing a good job.
Arthur pulled his horse to a stop, squinting his weary eyes to see if he could make it out... it was a.. horse? A large grey Ardennes mare.
He only knew one of the type that was ridden and not pulling along a cart.

“H/N..?”
Arthur was unsure, but if it was H/N then it means its owner would be close by... meaning SHE would be close by.

Arthur quickly hopped off his horse and headed slowly towards the beast. His friend frantically looking around from worry
“Mister Morgan?!? Where are you going?”
The man went to get off his horse, but Arthur held up a hand.
“Stay where you are i’ll be a minute”

If it was indeed this horse Arthur knew that the owner had a special set of whistle commands for the creature to listen to her and her alone... but Arthur had picked some up in the time he knew her.
Arthur whistled in small patterns, watching the horse carefully as its head and ears pricked up and turned towards the man.

The glow of the fire making itself known and the recognisable shape of a tent.
“Well hi there, H/N...”
Arthur approached the creature slowly and smiled as the mare plodded forward and pushed her face into Arthurs chest.

“Always been a sweetheart, haven’t you... you’re too soft to be a bounty hunters horse..”
He smirked and scuffed the mares forelock.
“She home girl...”
Arthur glanced at the tent before grunting as the mare nudged him towards it. Clearing knowing his intentions.
Arthur chuckled quietly as he approached, pulling back the fabric of the tent to the side.
His heart skipped a beat.
It had been almost a year since he last seen you. He had told himself you were probably dead and spent many nights in silent grief. He tried to forget you but part of him knew you were alive, after all there was no proof.
Yet here you were, sleeping soundly. He held back a few tears before smiling.

“Y/N...”
he spoke softly, nudging your foot gently as he did,
Y/N began to stir before him. Blinking her eyes slightly before closing them again

“Y/N”
Arthur spoke louder this time, scaring Y/N causing her to pull out her pistol and point it at the stranger invading her tent, ready to kill. After a few more blinks her heart stopped and she lowered her gun.

“Arthur....?”
She was shocked but smiled, shuffling to sit up but in a flash Arthur had crawled over her, his knee between her thighs and hands either side of her head, quickly pressing his forehead to hers.
“I’ve missed you...”
You spoke softly before pressing your face into the mans neck, your arms snaking around his neck as you pull him in for a tight embrace. Arthur returned the affection, his face buried in your neck and hair as he enjoyed the contact after a year of being touch starved.

You both were touch starved. You both missed each other, the long love struck days and intense heated nights. You wasted no time in tilting your head and giving him a firm kiss on his chapped lips. His response was quick as he pushed his knee upwards, gaining a giggle from you as you pulled away from the kiss and pushed on his shoulders. Smirking as you teased the man above you.
He knew you never rushed into things like this especially after such a long time apart, You liked to tease for weeks on end and let the pressure bubble up until it burst into a night of unforgettable passion.
Arthur growled softly, chasing your lips as you pushed him away. You leaned up again and cupped his face, kissing him deeply and causing him to groan, letting his hands explore down to your sides and your legs, shuffling so he could wrap them around his waist. As he lifted your right leg you smirked and twisted it to kick him square in the chest. The force sent him rolling back out the tend with a loud grunt.
You giggled to yourself as you sat up and watched.

That Arthur really was something.

Arthur was less than impressed. He laid in the dirt and opened his eyes, startled to see his friend there
“Uhh... Hi Arthur, I just wanted to let you know I’m heading off.. got a bounty due in the next 2 days... see you around”
Arthur waved the man off before quickly getting to his feet and looking at the tent entrance.

That girl was something else.

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“Come with me...”
Arthur squeezed your hips as you both stood beside the ashes of the once burning campfire. He hadn’t left since yesterday evening when he stumbled into your camp and made the flames of your heart reignite. The two of you were stood embraced in each others warmth, enjoying the moment.

“Arthur...”
You looked into his eyes and sighed,
“You know I can’t..”
You pushed from his chest gently and looked up into those breath taking aquamarine eyes. They showed hurt from your answer. Those puppy dog eyes as he begged you to stay with him each time were imprinted into your heart. This life wasn’t kind, especially to the pair of you.
His eyes were the ocean, so beautiful yet so uncertain and unpredictable.
He knew you wouldn’t come. But at least he tried. He’d just have to savour the moment.
He moved his hand, pressing it into your hair to bring you back against his chest as he kissed your hair gently.

You eyes filled with tears at the action. The familiar feel of pain in your heart as you had to say goodbye again.

———

A week had passed since that blissful day. Arthur had returned to camp and continued his daily routines, sulking and sighing. The entire camp knew when Y/N and Arthur had seen each other as Arthur always seemed so down and distracted for months after.

Y/N was no better. She tried to carry on and go after her list of bounties but her heart ached every-time she was away from her cowboy. Her mind and her heart stayed with the rough looking, good natured outlaw.
It was because of this pain, the distraction and the incapability of doing her job in this state that she decided to pay him a visit at his camp. At Dutchs camp...

Y/N plodded up slowly on her horse, nervous to see the gang again after so long. She never agreed to stay with them but had once spent almost 6 months there in Arthurs company.
Hopping off quietly, she lead H/N up the path, leaving her by a nearby tree.
It seemed quiet and not many people were awake at the usually busy campsite. It was mid afternoon and everyone seemed to be resting.

“AUNTIE Y/N”
You jumped as something wrapped around your legs, smiling and giggling. You looked down in surprise,
“Is that my little Jack?? Look at how big you’ve gotten!”
Scooping up the young boy, you pulled him into a tight hug, squeezing the innocent young lad.
“I got something for you...”
You winked before whistling so H/N came plodding up. You held jack with one of your arms as you reached into the saddle bag and pulled out a small wooden train

“Picked this one up for you on my travels”
She placed the boy down and gave him the train before he smiled and ran off to show his mother. Shouting an excited thank you back. You chuckled softly before looking around the camp and entering slowly. Tilly and Javier were stood by the table talking, Bill was asleep under the tattered old shelter.

“Y/N?”
You stopped in your tracks and turned to see the wrinkled old face of the wisest man you knew,
“Well, well, well... Hosea you old coot you’re still alive?”
You chuckled and pulled the old man into a hug
“I don’t know how long i’ll last with these lot but i’m here for now”
The man chuckled and squeezed you before pulling away

“He’s in his tent napping by the way”
Hosea winked before heading away. You smirked before heading quietly over to the outlaws tent.
You smiled softly at the sight. His legs crossed over one another, his arms folded over his chest and his hat covered his face.
“My sleeping outlaw..”
Sighing softly you decided it was best to let him rest, closing the tents fabric doors.

‘he can wake up to a surprise later on.’ You thought to yourself as you decided to take a seat beside the campfire, feeling happier than she had been in a long time. It was nice to he surrounded by people again.

“Of all people to come stumbling into our camp”
You froze for a moment, glancing to your right to see John Marston stood with a smirk on his face. Not the only thing on there

“Marston what the hell happened to you?”
You jumped up, hugging the rough outlaw and looking at the scars.
“Sit, I wanna know the whole story”
You chuckled, the less than impressed John running a hand over his scarred face.
It was going to be a good one.

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A good few hours had past since you arrived at the camp and Arthur still hadn’t woken up. Johns stories could only entertain you for so long.
You were getting impatient.
Although you were enjoying the time with your friends around the fire, you missed your outlaw.

Whilst everyone was distracted by Javier playing one of his beautiful songs, You made your way over to his tent. Slowly peeking in through the drawn curtain he had installed for more privacy a few years back when you decided to stay in the camp. You take a quick look behind you before slipping inside and tutting at the man who hadn’t move at all. Hat still over his face laid out on his back. You watch his chest rise and fall.

“Arthurrr.”
You purred softly as you approach his cot, not seeing any movement. He was out for the count it seemed.
You stood beside him before quickly swinging your leg over the cot and straddled Arthur roughly.
“Come on cowboy”
You pushed your hips down into him, gaining a grunt from the man but he still didn’t wake.
You huff to yourself before pushing your hands up from his stomach to his chest, giving his pecs a squeeze as you started grinding yourself against his groin, his breath catching in his throat as his hands lifted up to find your hips.

“Mmrrmm, god Y/N i hope thats you...”
Arthur didn’t move his hat but shuffled and pushed his hips up against you.

“Open your eyes and see cowboy”
You continued to grind into him, feeling his growing bulge underneath you. Arthur moved a hand to lift his hat, his eyes dark with lust as he smirked that cheeky smirk at you
“Glad to see you again, Miss L/N”
Arthurs hand went straight back to your sides, pulling you down towards him roughly and kissing you hard.

“Mmrmm I missed you...”
He purred in between breaths as he deepened the kiss, his tongue intertwining with yours.
You moan softly into his mouth as his hands went down to your backside, giving it a hard squeeze
“Easy cowboy”
You gasp as you pull away from the kiss, Leaning back and feeling his excitement press against your backside as you sat back on his lap.

“Been a long time coming, Morgan”
You purr softly between the kiss, hands snaking through the cowboys soft locks. You hadn’t been like this with Arthur for a VERY long time and you sure as hell weren’t going to hold back now.

Continuing to grind yourself against him he grunted out in pleasure. His large hands palming your backside through your pants. With a flick of his hand he flipped his hat off onto the floor, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you, taking in your beauty.

Arthurs hands followed you with a whine as you hoisted yourself off of him watching you stand beside the cot. He definitely didn’t expect you to start unbuttoning your pants infront of him. Shuffling onto his elbows to watch you properly.

Shimmying out of your pants and underwear you let them pool around your ankles, his eyes sparking. You felt a little shy when it came to being exposed like this to him but the look on his face made it worth it.
Slowly sliding your hands from your hips you moved them up your chest and popping open the buttons of your shirt. Exposing your thin black laced corset to him. You didn’t fail to notice Arthur reaching down and unbuttoning his pants as you removed your shirt, popping off the buckles of his suspenders and pushing his pants down, kicking one leg off.
You purred at the sight. It had been a long time since you’d seen him like this and your body was on fire.

Coming close you leaned over him, your chest close to his face.
“Shirt off… fair is fair”
You purred at him. His hands flew up to unbutton his shirt, shimmying the bright blue fabric off of his shoulders. The sight of him all exposed like this to you made your heart flutter.

Slowly you hoisted yourself back over him and perched yourself on his hip just above his manhood. His excitement pressing against your backside yet again.

Leaning up you whispered softly against his lips
“Keep quiet,”
You kissed the corner of his mouth,
“And Enjoy yourself cowboy..”
You kissed him firmly, his tongue darting straight into your mouth. You should have taken your own advice, a sharp moan rising from your chest at the taste of your outlaw.
Whilst he was distracted with his assault on your mouth, you lifted yourself up, guiding yourself back and roughly sitting so his length went straight into you. Your back arched and his hands immediately darted to your waist. Muffling a moan into your mouth at the sudden pleasure that was sparked.
Breaking the kiss to breath his mouth went to your neck, biting down as a way to silence himself. It didn’t help that you enjoyed the feeling, trying to keep yourself quiet as you started to lift yourself up and down his length.

“Mmm Such a good boy”
You purred out, your face pressing against his as you picked up your pace. Arthur wasn’t a ‘good man’ per say, but when it came to amorous activities he definitely enjoyed being praised for his love making and pleasure he gave you.

“You feel so good, Morgan…”
You whispered encouragement and sweet nothings into his ear, his legs bending, planting his feet against the sides of the cot as he thrust up to meet your rhythm.
Letting go of your neck he gasped, his head dropping back against the pillow as he used all his strength to thrust up into you. Your pushed your hips down hard, causing one of lis legs to slip off the cot. He growled in annoyance but your hand went over his mouth.

“Too loud doing that, sweet boy”
You purred, lifting his leg back up so you could continue to ride your outlaw.
“Lay back and let me take care of you”
You raised your arms above your head, one reaching out for support against the wagon.

“I’m so fuckin’ close… You’re doing so good gurl”
Arthur purred, biting his lip and letting out pleasurable gasps as you felt so good around him.

You panted as you neared your own release, lifting yourself up and down only a few more times before you threw your head back in ecstasy, moaning his name through gritted teeth. Continuing to ride him through the pleasure. You could tell he was close as he moved his legs up again, letting you push hard against him until he thrust up hard, bucking you up as he buried himself to the hilt. You gasped, leaning back, holding onto his knees as you felt his seed spurt against your walls whimpering at how good he made you feel.
With shaky breaths he lowered his legs, letting you relax against his chest as you both rode out the post sex high. Exhausted and sticky, you let him pull out. Feeling empty, you laid across his chest.

“Never fail to make me feel good”
You played with his chest hair as you praised him, a simple tired hum and kiss against your damp hair was all you needed in return.
Within moments you both drifted off into a peaceful, satisfied sleep.

———

You woke up a couple hours later nestled into Arthurs chest, his blue buttoned shirt covering you to protect your bare skin against the cool evening air. Cracking your aching muscles you lifted your head, seeing Arthur hanging off the side of the cot. You both were definitely too much for this small bed.
Snaking yourself from his grasp you hoisted yourself over the sleeping man, gently pushing him back so he was laying fully on the cot.

With a warm smile your hand reached to stroke his face, the rough stubble sending a shiver through your body. You definitely preferred him with a beard.
Slipping back into your pants and buttoning up the cowboys shirt.
You didn’t notice Arthur had woken, staring at you as you sported his shirt.

“Where do you think you’re going with my shirt, ma’am?”
With a loud cracking of the weary outlaws spine he pushed himself up, stretching out and flexing as you turned to face him.
Always a show off.

“Well, its a cold evening Mister Morgan. You wouldn’t want…”
You strolled over from the tents opening, standing in front of him with your head tilted and your hands on your hips
“…A lady to get cold, would you?”

His expression was less than impressed, but he was hypnotised by you. He would do anything for you.

“Fine, don’t get use to it though”
He gruffed out, opening the chest beside his bed and pulling out a dark red dress shirt. You watched as he got changed, impressed with how he looked in the smart shirt.
You smirked, leaning up and kissing the outlaws lips. Getting a soft noise in return as you took his hand and made you way out to find something to settle your aching stomachs.

——
You both rejoined the group who were still sat around the campfire sharing stories and drinking. No one had made a comment on the shirt you were wearing, but the odd comment on how happy Arthur seemed and how cute you two together did appear. It warmed your heart as you sat between his legs on the ground, leaning back into his warm chest as you spoke quietly to one another. Whispers that only you two could hear.

“So Y/N”
The deep voice of the gangs leader spoke through the crowd. He had a smile on his face and one arm around a red heads waist.

“Will you be staying with us this time or just another quick visit?”
He wiggled his eyebrows at you two suggestively, before having a serious questioning expression on his face. Arthur seemed to have the exact same expression.

You’d thought about the gang and the time you’d spent with them for years. You were always well looked after, fed and surrounded by family. Every time Arthur had asked you to come back with him you’d rejected him out of fear of the gang being fed up of you showing up unannounced and making yourself at home.

It wasn’t like you didn’t contribute when you stayed, hell, you did more than some of the girls around here.

“Y/N, darlin’?”
You broke from your thoughts and looked back at Arthur who was concerned by your silence.
You’d been lost in thought for longer than you’s anticipated and the gang was staring at you now.
You shuffled from Arthurs grasp, standing and laughing it off.

“I mean, If its okay with you Dutch… I’d like to stay and help for awhile..”
You spoke nervously. Even a well respected bounty hunter like yourself quivered in the presence of the infamous Dutch Van Der Linde.

Looking down at Arthur his expression was soft and a genuine smile. You’d agreed to stay with the gang, with him. It warmed his soul.

A loud chuckle erupted from Dutch, causing you to jump.
“My dear you are always welcome here! You’re one hell of a fighter and keep my boy happy!”
He took a swig from a bottle and raised it, you blushed at his complement and Arthur cheered to his words.

The gang cheered also, Javier began to sing in celebration and everything felt right for once? You sat down beside your outlaw, his arm around your back to pull you close.

“You’re really staying?”
He spoke quietly, his eyes pleading.

“I’m not ready to be away from you again. I’ve missed you, Arthur. I need to be with you… with family for awhile. So don’t go dying on me”
You reached a hand up and stroked his stubble, bringing his chin towards you to kiss him.

“With you beside me darlin’ I think i’ll be the strongest i’ve ever been”
He kissed you again firmly, your head coming down against his shoulder to enjoy the peaceful ambiance.

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“That was a fucking disaster”
Arthur pulled his mask down as they arrived back at the newly formed camp in Clements Point.
The gang followed with disgruntled noises.
“Well if Bill didn’t suddenly slam the breaks on the cart we might have gotten away easier!
John growled and pointed back to Bill who was still sitting on the cart.
“Its not my damned fault the deer ran out of nowhere!”
Bill hopped down and approached John, but Dutch trotting up quickly separated the boys. Avoiding looking at their leader after that mess of a job.

“Wait..”
Arthur looked around, spinning on the spot, jogging up to the cart to spot you.
“Where is Y/N? If shes fucking hurt because of you Bill I’ll ring your neck!”

Arthur growled before running up to his horse, about to hop on and gallop off when you came trotting up, your bandana pressed against your face.

“Y/N!”
Arthur ran over and panicked, blood pouring from your face.

“I’m fine, well I would have been if Bill didn’t stop suddenly and I smacked into the back of the cart at a canter”
You groaned and removed the now red bandana, showing off your bleeding nose and rather large gash above your eyebrow.

“Fuck sake Bill!”
Arthur growled before helping you down from your horse, helping you stop the bleeding from your nose.

“Did any of you idiots manage to keep any of the money we got?!?”
Dutch shouted in frustration. Noticing that only him and Charles were carrying satchels.
The gang looksd at each other but not Dutch. It was one hell of a chase from the law. They’d been through rivers, thick forests and even around a lake to get away. Loosing or Ditching the money was the only option.

“Dutch”
You raised your hand, pointing to the back of your horse where 3 satchels sat.
“I got Johns, Javiers and Arthurs when they dropped them…”

You huffed, speaking with a nasally tone as Arthur was still pressing the cloth to your nose.

“Y/N my wonderful girl!”
Dutch laughed out of pride, approaching H/N and taking the satchels, slinging them over his shoulders.

“Well… look at you. Well done girlie”
Arthur glanced at the money bags before removing the cloth with a chuckle. Using it to wipe some of the blood from the cut, causing you to wince.

“I’m so glad you stayed, Y/N or we’d really be lost”
Dutch patted your shoulder, a skip in his step as he headed back to his tent.
“Mrs Grimshaw! Y/N needs some assistance”
He called out before disappearing.

A few painful stitches later you were all cleaned up. The gash above your eye was only little but quite deep, you’d definitely have to get Bill back for causing this.

Arthur had already spoken to him, screaming the camp down about his negligence and putting them all in danger. John had joined in but Hosea stepped in before the firsts flew. They didn’t need anymore arguments between the gang right now.

They were missing 2 satchels. The train they robbed had a total of 6 and you’d gathered 3, Charles had one. It made you laugh that Dutch and Hosea were the ones who were missing their money.

Money definitely was the cause of all problems in this camp. Maybe you could help out…

Whilst everyone was distracted you made your way over to your horse, hopping up quietly and plodding off to follow the path they had taken.
Your tracking skills had developed over your time as a bounty hunter so you might as well use them to your advantage.
It was stupid of you to leave the safety of camp so soon after a mission, but you needed to bring some peace to the camp.

Following the tracks you plodded beside the lake, looking at the hoof prints that lead from the forest. Your eyes lit up as you spotted the satchel sat just on the shore. Slipping from the saddle you went over to it, but as soon as you went to scoop up the wet satchel you heard the familiar click of a gun reloading.

With a shaky breath you raised your hands, glancing to your left as a couple of well dressed men stood there.
“Miss L/N, a pleasure as always.”

Ah yes. Agent Milton.
As a bounty hunter you’d handed in many dangerous people to him personally.

“Milton. To what do I owe this… this”
You smirked, hoping your quick wit would get you out of this.

“Running around with Dutchs boys now are we? I expected better from you. Step away from the satchel”
Milton aimed his gun and you stepped back, glancing back at your horse and clicking your tongue, sending her running back home. You definitely weren’t going back anytime soon.

——

The camp hadn’t noticed your disappearance as they’d been avoiding communicating since the job. Javier stood watch at the camps entrance, his attention being caught by the sound of heavy hooves. He readied his gun, lowering it as a horse came speeding by with no rider…
“H/N?”

He scratched his chin, looking around for its owner.
“Oh shit.”
He knew something was wrong, jogging over and grabbing their reins of the large mare.

“DUTCH, ARTHUR!”
He called out as he calmed the beast.

“What the hell is it now?”
Arthur groaned, approaching and rubbing his eyes.
“Why you handling H/N? Wheres Y/N?”
He quickly woke up, Dutch standing behind him.

“H/N just came running through the trees from the west… No sign of Y/N… You think shes in trouble?”
Javier asked with a worried tone, looking at Arthur but he had already sprinted, leaping onto his horse and galloping off.

“Take that as a yes…”
Javier lead H/N over to the other horses, watching as Arthur disappeared into the distance.

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3 days Arthur had been out searching for you. He found the tracks beside the lake, following them through the woods but the recent rain had made it almost impossible to follow them too far. He was determined to find out what happened to you.

Kneeling in the grass, Arthur looked at trio of footprints that seemed to lead to a set of wagon tracks. Ignoring the sound of approaching hooves he continued to watch, to think.

“Arthur?”

Charles. Why was he here?

“What is it?”
Arthur didn’t move from his spot as he spoke.

“Dutch wants you back at camp…”
Charles spoke lowly, looking at his friend who was clearly worried for his lady.

“If you come back just for a day or two to settle Dutchs nerves, i’ll help you with those tracks.”
Charles knew Arthur wasn’t going to give up easily, hell he’d spent days in thick freezing snow to find her once when she’d be thrown from her horse. He surely wasn’t going to quit now.

Staying silent he gritted his teeth. He had no leads, nothing. No idea where you’d gone or what happened. He had no other choice than to go back and accept Charles help. He worried if he stopped now you’d be further and further away whilst he sat around in camp. His mind couldn’t rest.

“I need your help Charles. I’ll go back, if you can follow her tracks now and get some kind of information. I can’t….”
Arthur stood and rubbed his dry hands down his face.
“I can’t leave her out here”

Charles looked around and nodded.
“I’ll keep searching. You head back”

Arthur nodded as Charles approached, pointing out the tracks. Charles didn’t even need to get off his horse to find them and begin to follow them. He felt a little better knowing someone who knew what they were doing was searching for Y/N. He had hoped to find her sooner. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was loosing hope.

Plodding slowly back to camp he stayed on his horse on the small path. He was back, but his mind and heart wasn’t. He simply waited for any sign.

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It wasn’t even 24 hours later when a gunshot rang through the camp in the dead of night. Alerting the gang and making everyone jolt awake.
Arthur was the first out, squinting at the other side of the camp with his gun drawn.

“Arthur… Look”
John pointed to someone who was knelt on the floor, a sack over their head and their hands bound.
Dutch told the women to stay back as the men approached the path.

“Pinkertons”
Dutch spoke with a growl. Looking at his boys.

“Gentlemen, to what do we owe this pleasure?”
Dutch changed to his usual charismatic state. He hadn’t noticed the apparent captive, Arthur definitely did.

“Mister Van Der Linde, Mister Morgan”
Milton nodded before placing a hand on the top of the captives head.

“I found one of your people a few days ago, taking something that didn’t belong to them.”
Without hesitation he ripped the sack away, revealing a beaten and bruised Y/N.

“Y/N! YOU SON OF A BITCH MILTON!”
Arthur aimed his gun and charged forward, Bill and John stopping him, holding his gun down.

“My, my… struck a nerve Mister Morgan? Is this little thief precious to you?”
Something glistened in the agents eye as he smirked at the reaction he got. She was definitely more useful to him than he thought.
Milton lifted Y/Ns head, a hand running under her chin as he made her look at the gang. The eye with the gash was worse, her nose dripping blood yet again and her eye swollen shut. They showed her no mercy due to her involvement with Dutch.

“Agent Milton, you don’t have to bring the girl into this. Let her go and we can talk this out like gentlemen”

Arthur was getting antsy, moving back and forth on the spot as he was held back. His heart ached and his rage burned in his chest at the sight of you. Of what they’d done to you.
When your eye locked with his they were filled with pain and worry. They begged for his help and he was helpless.

“You have a very loyal following, Mister Van Linde. This girl hasn’t spoken a word since we took her. She did fight back of course, she was quickly subdued by our men”

The smirk that went onto Miltons face with those words sent Arthur over the edge, letting out a roar of a shout as he knocked his brothers down. Approaching Milton with his gun drawn and placing it against his forehead. He was quickly surrounded by guns. One simple gesture and Milton would order his execution.

“Lower your weapon, Mister Morgan. I don’t want to have to kill her. But I will”

Arthur gritted his teeth hard before shouting and lowering his weapon. He looked down at you before taking a small step back, still staying close to you. His hand went against your face as he stood there. Leaning your head to the side you let him know you were okay, your heart aching at the subtle affectionate touch.

As soon as it came the warmth of his hand left as he stepped back further. You followed his like of sight in hopes he had some sort of plan. You glanced between the men, they all seemed as lost as he did. It was then you knew you wouldn’t make it out of this situation without further injury.

The idea of attacking the men who had been terrorising your family was the only one you had. Just as you readied yourself to turn and attack the ring of gunshot echoed through your ears, cowering as you prepared to feel pain or see someone injured because of you.

Looking up you saw John with his pistol out, smoke leaking from the barrel as a thud was heard behind you. Turning you saw one of the Pinkertons splayed out on the floor, a nice hole in his head. It seems to happen in slow motion as the gang all pulled out their weapons, taking down the people surrounding you.

Just as it seemed there was hope, you felt the floor shake as a gun was fired into the ground next to you, something hard hitting the back of your head after causing you to fall forward. The world becoming black.

Arthur roared as they began taking down the men, aiming carefully to make sure no one escapes alive after what they had done to his girl. As the battle stopped and the only two left were Ross and Milton, Arthur aimed for their heads. His mind so clouded with rage that when the last gun fired and Y/N fell forward, his entire world seemed to stop. He stared as you hit the ground, his heart dropping into his stomach. The agents ran back into the thick forest, the gang too focused on you to do anything about it.

Arthurs legs began to shake, but his adrenaline allowed him to run towards you from his hiding spot, Skidding into the dirt beside you. Lifting your head gently his expression changed to confusion as he expected to see a hole there. There was no bullet wound, no pool of blood surrounding you… Only a small cut from where the pistol had hit you hard enough to knock you cold. Sliding his hand to your mouth he held it close, feeling you still breathing.

He instantly broke upon feeling your warm breath against his palm. Tears streaming down his face in relief that you were alive… the emotion of not being able to find you and help you overwhelmed him, he pulled you into a sitting position, holding you close and sobbing quietly into your hair as the gang surrounded the pair.

“S-shes alive…. No wounds… they just knocked her out”
Arthur spoke shakily between sobs, a sigh of relief went around the gang.

“Arthur, lets get her up and taken care of. Bill, Micah, Javier… deal with the bodies”
Hosea had stepped forward, kneeling beside Arthur and rubbing his shoulder.

Arthur insisted in carrying you to his tent where he laid you down, Susan and the other girls tending to your wounds as he sat on the ground beside you.
“She’ll be okay, Arthur. She’s strong.”

He didn’t respond to the kind words of the women. He only focused on you, your breathing. He wasn’t going to leave your side again.

Chapter Text

Moving and disposing of the Pinkerton bodies away from camp took a good day or so. The gang was tired, worried. The women scared of what was going to happen now the Pinkertons knew of their location yet again.
Whilst the camp was in quiet panic, Arthur spent his time by your side.
They’d moved you over to his tent after discovering you were alive to the relief of everyone, but you were injured. Exhausted and in no condition to fight nor move camp right now.
You’d woken up only a few hours after being whacked by the gun, your spirited soul wanting you to get up but your weak, starved body telling you otherwise. Arthur shushed you, pushing you back down onto the cot and helped give you some water.

“Darlin’ yous got to rest.”
He spoke with a sigh, placing the cup back onto the table. You looked less than impressed.

“I’ve been shot and got up faster than this, can I at least sit up?”
You wanted to kick your legs like a child throwing a tantrum. Looking into the outlaws weary eyes they seemed to plead with you to just do as you were told.
Not like you ever did that.

“God damn it fine.”
Flapping his arms he stood, putting his hands under your neck and back to help you into a sitting position. Your body protested at the movement, weak from starvation and endless kicks to the side.
Finally you were sat up but it was no victory. Your ribs burned, your head pounded and your stomach growled.
You hated it when he was right.

Perching himself back on the stool, Arthur reached around and grabbed the bowl of stew Pearson had given to him. It was for him originally, but he wasn’t in the mood to eat.

“Your stomach is betraying that strong will of yers’”
Arthur smirked with his eyebrows raised, scooping up a spoonful whilst gesturing it to you.

You definitely weren’t going to deny food, ignoring his cocky smirk you leaned with a small gasp, taking the food from the spoon and enjoying the taste for once.

“Never did I think i’d be happy to have some of that stew”
You chuckled, gesturing for more.

You had eaten just over half of the bowl when your small stomach got the best of you, letting out a small burp you covered your mouth. You weren’t exactly the most lady like, but it was still embarrassing.

“I’ll give your compliments to Pearson”
Arthur snickered and put the bowl down.

“Don’t or else we’ll be eating this shit for the rest of our lives”
You huffed a laugh, slowly laying yourself back down, rolling onto your less bruised side to face Arthur.
The silence between you two was filled with nothing but admiration. His hand softly reaching, taking your own in his calloused grip. You both simply stared at one another.
His gaze was full of worry for you. Yours full of admiration, thankfulness and love for your caring outlaw. You were glad you’d chosen to stay even if it meant you didn’t get kidnapped by the Pinkertons, leaving would have been far more painful than a cracked rib and a cut to the face.

“Arthur?”
You broke the silence, speaking softly as you squeezed his hand.

Getting a squeeze back he smiled
“Yes my darlin’ girl?”

“I love you”
Arthurs expression changed to one of surprise. You both loved each other sure, but you rarely uttered those words. You showed affection usually by physical touch. His entire chest warmed up as you spoke the three words he said to himself everytime he saw you.

“I love you too, girlie. I really do”
Arthur spoke with one of his honest, half choked up chuckles. Leaning in to place a chaste kiss against your lips.

“Sleep now. I’ll be here”
Arthur purred out, kissing your forehead before leaning back.

With a full heart you closed your eyes, still gripping to his hand as you let your weakened state take over and let your mind rest.

—— 3 Days Later ——

The healing process took its course and you were up and about in no time. Still a little dizzy at times you were confined to the camp, helping the ladies out and even teaching Pearson a few tips on how to make food actually taste good. He sent you away promptly, ranting about his cooking skills in the navy.

Standing against the camps table you sighed. You hated being stuck here but last time you left didn’t exactly end well, so it was justified. Looking around for some inspiration for something to do, your eyes sparkled as you spotted your horse. You’d sent her away the day you were captured but didn’t realise she’d come back to camp, tucked away grazing with the other horses she wasn’t exactly the easiest horse to hide, but she blended in well enough.

Limping over to the hitching posts you whistled for her. Her head immediately raised and a whinny echoed through the camp. With heavy hooves she plodded over, pushing her face into your side.

Gasping as she’d pressed into your wounds, you ran your hands through her forelock,
“Hi Blue, I’m glad you found your way back here girl…”
Blue really did mean to world to you.
Arthur had gifted you the Ardennes weeks after you’d lost your horse in a robbery gone wrong. You questioned how he got the horse but he swore he’d purchased her lawfully, knowing it would be perfect for you.

Picking up a rope halter from the post, you quickly popped it over her head, leading her around the camp and to the lake, staying visible to the camp.
With all the free time, you might as well give her a bath and a good groom.

Grabbing a cloth, you dipped it in the cool water, carefully wiping around the mares eyes and nose, cleaning off the build up of dust. A cloth wouldn’t do for the rest of her You’d have to get wet.

Grabbing your dandy brush you got as much of the top layer of dirt off, brushing down her legs and scrubbing the clumps of mud from her feathers. The brush could only do so much with the dry dirt. With a sigh you kicked off your boots, grabbing the rope, cloth and brush leading Blue to the water.

“Shit its cold”
You gasped as you stood ankle deep, pulling Blue who was being stubborn.

“C’mon girl, you need a wash…”
Groaning you tugged again and she slowly plodded into the water. Wading out until you were waist deep you began to splash water over the mares body, using the brush to scrub away the dirt.

A good hour later your beautiful Ardennes was clean.. probably not for long but at least it killed some time. Dragging yourself out the water, your clothes sodden and heavy. You removed the halter from your mare and gave her a tap on the backside to go back to the herd.

“Well ain’t you a sight’ i can help you dry off there girlie”

You raised your head from your hunched over position. You were trying to ring the water out of your clothes when the awful sound of Micahs voice reached your ears.

“I’d rather go back in and drown then let you touch me, Micah.”
You growled and folded your arms over your chest.

“Cmon, Y/N. Don’t be so picky… Morgans not here.. I’ll treat you real good”
Micah ran his tongue over his teeth and you felt the bile rise from your stomach.

Your attention was caught as a certain blue shirted cowboy had apparently arrived back at camp, standing a few feet away from Micah. Obviously overhearing what he said judging by the angry expression on his face.
You didn’t give away his position, only shaking your head.

“You can’t even look after yourself, what exactly could you offer me that Morgan doesn’t?”
You tilted your head, testing the waters of how far Micah would step into dangerous waters. If Arthur wasn’t there you wouldn’t have dared egged the sour faced rat on in fear of your safety, but it was more fun this way.

The smile that went across Micahs face sent a wave of fear through you, following him as he strolled towards you, seemingly looking from side to side to see who was nearby.
“I can make you feel better than you ever felt”

“MICAH THATS ENOUGH”
Arthur broke as Micah reached for your waist, the rat of a man jumping and facing Arthur.

“Morgan….”
Micah spoke with an unamused tone, glancing at the dirty smirk on your face.

“I was just joking around with your women here….”
His arm went around your shoulder and you tensed up, growling under your breath.

“I’ll give you 2 seconds to remove your arm or i’ll break it off”

“I’ll give you 1”
Arthur growled loudly before stepping closer. Micah defensively raised his arm and walked away quickly.

You chuckled. Purring as an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. Your head instinctively rested against his shoulder. Arthur watched Micah as he walked away, an annoyed rumble in his chest as he did.

“Filthy rat. Tries anything with you again i’ll castrate him”
Arthur growled, spitting in the mans direction.

“I’m glad you came when you did..”
You ran your hand down his back, giving his backside a playful squeeze before slipping from his grasp and into camp to dry off, scooping up your boots on the way.
Glancing back the cowboy was still stood there. Blush on his cheeks, tilting his hat down so no one saw as he headed back into camp.

Chapter Text

The longer you stayed at the camp the more you felt at home. With injuries healed you were able to help out a bit more on jobs, unhappily helping the morons who claimed to be the law in Rhodes.

It was a quite day. Nobody asking for favours or asking you to ride off for days on end to fetch something that was hardly worth the effort.
Everyone was in camp and spirits were high after a recent supply run had filled the camp with food and beer. You sat around the campfire, bottle in hand as the sun set. Everybody in high spirits as they drank their cares away. Well, not everyone.

It was Arthurs turn to stand watch. He rarely had to do this task due to his higher status in the gang, but he volunteered for tonight to allow the rest of the gang to relax. You watched him from your position as he strolled back and forth along the red dirt path at the edge of camp. Clearly bored and wishing he didn’t volunteer. You’d shared glances and looks from your distance apart. He waved and you raised your beer… You felt bad he was left out.

As Javier began to play his guitar you pushed yourself off of the log, wandering over to the crate of beer, a couple of bottles and tucking them close to your chest. Heading past the food wagon you grabbed a couple cans of beans and bread rolls before strolling over to him.

“Evenin’ Morgan”
You purred, placing the cans and bread near the lookouts campfire before strolling to him with a beer extended.

“Evenin’ my darlin’”
A smile creeped across his face. It lighting up even more as you offered him a drink.

“Yer a god damn angel, Y/N”
He leaned in and kissed the side of your head, taking a long drink from the bottle and grunting happily.

“Far from it Arthur, but I appreciate the sentiment”
You chuckled and drank from your own bottle, kicking at the dirt.

“You don’t have to come over ‘ere and keep me company, darlin’. Go have fun”
Arthur spoke with a sad tone, trying to hide it behind his charming smile.

You only huffed in response

“I wasn’t having fun over there”
You looked the outlaw up and down, stepping in-front of him, reaching your arms up and hanging them around his neck.

“We can definitely have some over here though….”
You spoke with seduction in your voice. The lookout point was far enough away from the rest of the camp that you’d be able to speak freely like this without judgment.

Arthurs cheeks went red, a smirk across his lips.
“Oh? And what kinda’ fun you thinkin’ about?”
Arthur stepped forward his free hand snaking down to your waist and pulling you against him.
Rarely did you two get a chance to show your more desirable side of your affections toward one another. A busy camp full of prying eyes and ears, a leader who called you away at any moment and a thin piece of fabric covering your shared quarters didn’t give you the chance.
You were definitely feeling a little needy in that department as of late and this was a perfect opportunity for you both.

Tilting your head you hummed before leaning up and kissing the base of his neck. The heat may be unbearable sometimes but you were thankful for it when it made him unbutton the top fee buttons of his shirt, giving you access where needed at this moment.

The rumble that rose from his chest meant you were doing something right with your actions. Purring against his warm skin, you slowly started kissing up from the base up his neck, Each kiss was as slow and as teasing as the last. Your tongue occasionally slipping out to lick slowly up the outlaws rough neck, eventually reaching his ear after some serious teasing.

Arthurs head was tilted to the side to give you better access. You both shared a weakness when it came to kissing at the neck, the grunts he kept making from the attention causing you to squirm on the spot.

Moving your head back down you stopped your kisses, replacing them with soft nips and bites. Pausing only to look up at his face. Full of pleasure and neediness.

“Keep goin’”
He growled, dropping his beer to the ground the contents spilling over both your feet but you didn’t care. Both his hands went to your hips, turning you so his back was towards the camp, shielding you from anyone else’s view.

You giggled at his action. He’d said on multiple occassions that he’d kill any man who saw you in any position they shouldn’t. He damn nearly killed John for walking into your tent when you were on your knees for him once before.

Slowly moving your hands from his neck, you slid them down his chest. Your fingertips teasing gently over the exposed skin for only a moment before they continued down to his belt. You could tell by his breathing he was getting worked up. You wanted to push further and see how far you could break him.

Looking past him you checked to see if anyone was nearby but Luckily the booze and food kept everyone occupied and their minds not even concerned about the missing members.
Jumping slightly as Arthurs mouth pressed against your neck leaving hot and heavy kisses along it. He didn’t care for teasing you only making you feel good.

He bit your neck, leaving sloppy kisses up and down the sensitive skin. Your neck definitely being your main weakness, Your eyes practically rolling back at the sensation.

His impatience was getting the best of him, his hips thrusting slightly, encouraging your hand to explore further.

Lowering your hand past his belt your fingers danced over the bulge growing there. You felt proud that only you could make him this turned on by only kissing. His constant noises in your ear showing his desperation.
With an almost whine like moan he bucked his hips into your palm, needing more friction.

Arthur was always giving in his love making but right now he was needy and deprived. You didn’t want to waste anymore time, especially with how risky you were being. With skilled hands you popped his weapons belt off, grabbing it before it fell to the ground, gently lowering it down onto the dirt. His head lifted as your finger went to his pants, with each button undone he squirmed on the spot, glancing over his shoulder to double check you were safe. His head spun back fast with a louder-that-should-be moan as your hand slipped quickly into the fabric and grasped his hardening cock.

“Shit girl easy, I don’t wanna give us away…”
He half groaned, a little panic in his tone.
Ignoring him you focused on the task at hand, stroking him until he was fully hard, his chest heaving and the noises becoming harder and harder to control.

Arthur was getting close with each stroke… As much as he needed his release really didn’t want to finish like this. He needed to feel himself inside you, to have you close.
His knee had come between your legs, as you pleased him.Pressing in the right spot and grinding there, using it as a distraction so he didn’t moan too loud.

“Y/N… I don’t know how much longer i’m gonna last…”
He panted out as you ran your thumb over the head of his cock, wiping the precum down his shaft. You ignored his words yet again, far to focused on bringing him to breaking point.

Reluctantly grabbing your wrist Arthur removed your hand from his pants, your expression turning to one of confusion as he did.

You looked up at him as he held your hand, his other hand popping only the top button of his pants back up so they didn’t fall down.

“Come with me…”
Arthur looked around before dragging you after him into the dense wooded area opposite the camp.
Stumbling after him you huffed, looking around as he stopped, he too looked over your shoulder before Instantly spinning you around so your back was pressed against a tree. His mouth captured yours in a heated kiss, one hand beside your head and the other unbuttoning his pants again, pulling them down to his knees to expose his aching cock again.

“Get those pants off, girlie. Now”
He growled and you lowered your head a little in submission, unbuckling your belt and shimmying your pants and underwear down together.
Stepping out of them you felt exposed to the warm night air.
Arthur looked you up and down with what could only be described as a lust filled gaze. He stepped closer to you, slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons of your shirt, leaning in and kissing down your cleavage. His kisses following over your shirt, mouthing your breast through the thin fabric. Your arms immediately went around his neck and clung to his back, your nails digging in
“Oh fuck, Arthur”
You purred out, squirming on the spot.

With a satisfied hum he lifted his head.
“Been waitin’ a long time to get you like this again…”
Arthurs hands snaked down your side, placing firmly on your hips.

“Long time comin’ Morgan. Don’t keep a lady waitin’”
You purred in response, letting out a small yelp as he bent down quickly, lifting you by your legs and pushing himself against you, and in turn pushing you further into the tree.
With a chaste and distracting kiss he reached between you both, his hand running over your slick folds causing you to whimper and shiver.
Wasting no more time he aligned himself with your opening, pressing the head of his cock against the wetness before pushing in with one slow thrust.
Immediately your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands coming under your ass for more support burying his face into your neck.
You took a moment to adjust to the cowboys size, panting in his ear.
“Ready…”
Grasping his hair you pulled his head from your neck, kissing him deeply. Your tongue slipping into his mouth as he began to thrust into you. Your grip on his hair tightened before you broke the kiss, burying your face into his shoulder and moaning sharply with each thrust. Arthur let out a steady string of groans as he thrust into you, his grip on your ass tightening, his head pressing against yours.

“I’m…”
He groaned and picked up the pace, his head dipping down to place a kiss on your exposed chest, hoping it would bury itself in your heart.
“I’m so close already doll. You’re drivin’ me wild”
Gasping out his affection and lust for you only drove you closer to your sweet release. The pressure building in your loin causing you to bite down onto the outlaws shoulder to muffle your cries.

Releasing his shoulder you let your head fall back
“Thats it, Arthur. Oh fuck you’re so good… such a good boy”
You praised the outlaw, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he neared his peak.
Your face went back to his neck, burying it there as you were only a couple thrusts away from your release. Clenching your walls around him you cried out into his shirt, muffling what would have been a noise definitely loud enough to alert the camp.

“Good gurl…”
Arthur purred out, his grasp tightening, kissing the side of your head as he pounded into you to get his release. You felt him about to pull out, using your legs to keep him inside you, pressing his mouth against the junction between your neck and shoulder he softly howling through his release, shuddering as his thrusts slowed and his chest heaved.

A few moments passed and Arthur pulled out, letting you back onto the ground. Your legs were shaky but boy did you feel satisfied. As Arthur caught his breath and tucked himself away you pulled your pants back up, buttoning your shirt up and leaning back against the tree.

“My, my, Mister Morgan”
You breathed out shakily, buckling your belt back up.
“You sure know how to have fun…”
Purring softly you pushed off the tree and stepped towards him.

Arthur finished buckling his belt, pushing his damp hair back and smirking as you approached him.
“I know how to please my gurl”
His hand went under your chin as you approached, bringing your face to his for a kiss. You kissed him back before wrapping your arks around his chest, pressing your face against the warm fabric of his shirt.

“I love you… but we should really get back to camp. You are the look out after all”
You spoke softly into his shirt, his hand stroking your back as he held you close, his face buried in your hair.

“And I you…”
He spoke into your hair… sighing as you mentioned going back. Sometimes he really did consider sweeping you away and living a life somewhere else.

“suppose yer right.”
You felt him smirk against your hair, without a sign he hoisted you up over his shoulder, his hand coming down hard against your backside as he carried you back to camp.

You squeaked loudly as he scooped you up, yelping as he slapped your backside. Your hand went over your mouth, you’d definitely yelled loud enough for someone to hear… As you entered the camp again nobody seemed to care. People were singing and passed out around the campfire… Arthur set you down by his weapons belt, scooping it up and tightning it around his hip.

“I don’t think we’ll ever get another chance like that..”

Chapter Text

“Can you go over it one more time, Dutch…”
You stood rubbing your head as Dutch had come up with one of his famous plans yet again. Explaining it in the most complex way. The others were just as confused but far to proud to say anything… John was the one who volunteered you to ask. Whispering in your ear to tell him to explain it again.

Hosea laughed at the puzzled expressions that were spread across the camp. Heading back to Dutch’s tent to watch it unfold again.

“Okay. I’m going to say this ONE more time so everyone listen”
Dutch clicked his tongue and began to explain.

“We are going to rob the bank in Rhodes. I need Y/N and Sean to go into the bank pretending to be a rich young couple and get an idea of how the inside runs. How many guards there are and ask about the security systems they have in place”

You blinked. You definitely missed the part where you’d be pretending to be that idiots wife.

“Once we have the information you two come back. From info we’ve gathered we know the bank is supplied with cash every month from Saint Denis. Luckily the next drop is 1 week from now. We go in smart or we go in loud… As always boys.”

“Everyone clear on it so far?”
Dutch clasped his hands together and looked around. Slow nods followed by a symphony of ‘Yes Boss’

“Why can’t me and y/n pretend to be the couple? Why Sean?”
You turned and looked as Arthur spoke from behind you. He was stood next to John looking less than amused.

“Arthur we’ve been working with the people in Rhodes, they know us. Sean on the other hand hasn’t been involved. Neither has Y/N so its easier that way. He’s not going to run off with her or put her in danger. Right Mister MacGuire?”

The gangs attention went to the red headed lad.

“Oh Aye, i’ll look after her for ye’ Morgan”
The young lad winked and you looked away, hearing a growl from behind you.

“There. Now Y/N go get dressed up, you too Sean. The quicker we get this done the quicker we can get this plan going”
Dutch clapped his hands and headed back into his tent with Hosea.
The gang quickly dispersed to prepare for the upcoming heist.

“I’ll see you in a few my love”
Sean spoke and winked as he walked past. You rolled your eyes and went to go find something to pass off as a ‘Fine Lady’

As you walked off you heard footsteps follow behind you. You didn’t need to look to know who it was. Slipping through the fabric of your shared tent you turned. Arthur came through straight after, removing his hat and raising his eyebrow.

“What?”
He spoke as you stared at you, your hands on your hips.

“Forever Jealous, Arthur dear”
You smirked before turning to dig through your chest of clothes to find something to wear for this damn task.

“I ain’t… I mean I..”
He stuttered with a growl, perching himself on the edge of his cot. Arthur was definitely jealous of people with you. Not overly so, but at the right times. The idea of you even pretending to he anyones wife left a bad taste in his mouth. You were his. You weren’t married but he definitely thought about asking more than once.

“It’s gonna be fine. He won’t touch me, We’ll stroll in, get the information and leave. No funny business. I’m not gonna run off with that idiot after 5 minutes of pretending to be his wife…”
You huffed and picked a blue dress from the chest, beginning to undress yourself without a care he was there. His attention was fully on you as you changed, staring at you with his mouth slightly open. It definitely made you feel beautiful when he reacted like that. Turning to sort the skirt out You tutted, flicking his hat down over his eyes when you caught him.

“Quit staring and help me with the laces at the back”
You smirked, turning your back to him as he stood with a mutter, lifting hit hat back up before beginning to tie the strings of the dress. Once he finished his hands slipped around your waist, Pulling you back against him as his head rested against your shoulder. You sighed happily at his affections. His own way of saying he loved you and wanted you to be safe… It was only recently he’d allowed you back out of the camp after the Pinkerton incident but he was constantly worried when you did.
Your thoughts were cut off as he suddenly began to kiss at the side of your neck, his possessiveness showing in the way he held your waist tightly.

“I’m yours, Morgan. Don’t worry”
You purred as he kissed at your weakspot.

“Remind that kid too, please…”
He murmured against your skin.

“Ohhh Mrs MacGuire are you ready yet?”
A sing song voice called out from behind the thin fabric of your shared quarters.
Feeling Arthurs grip tighten on your hip you gasped.

“Calm…”
You cooed, reaching back to stroke his face. Arthurs released his grip, placing another firm kiss on your neck before heading to the entrance. He exited and was immediately face to face with Sean

“Oh shiet… Morgan… I didn’t mean-“
Sean stuttered and stepped back.

“You look after her. You don’t do anything you’ll regret cause she’ll tell me, and I’ll chop your hands off. Got it?”
Shoving past Sean with a growl Arthur stormed off to cool down. He trusted you.. he didn’t trust Sean.

“Jaysus christ...”
Sean huffed, flipping the outlaw off as he walked away.

“He’ll be alright. Just heed his warning.”
You dusted down your dress as you stepped out the tent. You weren’t a fan of dresses.. they were very impractical in your line of work. Glancing at Sean quickly, He was dressed in a clean suit, his hair slicked back and a clean face. Dutch’s definition of a gentleman.
You’d have preferred anyone other than Sean to help you in this task.

“Trust me, love. I won’t do anything to ye’. Lets just get this over with before Morgan castrates me.”

You laughed and gestured for him to lead to way. Dutch had prepared a nice little 2 person carriage for you both…

You didn’t ask where he got it.

Stepping onto it you got comfortable, or as comfy as you could in the dress. With Sean sat beside you with the reins, Dutch approached.

“My, my don’t you two look lovely!”
He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“You know the plan, yes?”
Dutch looked at you. Knowing very well you’d probably have to repeat it several times to Sean on the way.

“Go in, look for guards, say we’re looking to keep a lot of money there… Ask about security et cetera, et cetera, et cetera”
You gestured your hand as you spoke.

“Good girl. Now off you go.. do us proud, kids!”
Dutch praised, slapping the horses backside for it to go.
You jolted a little as the cart started moving, looking back around the camp to find Arthur. He was leaned against Pearsons wagon looking less than impressed…
You blew a kiss in his direction and waved, getting a worried expression and a wave back. It hurt your heart to see him that worried.. but his worry was justified considering the last time you went off.

“Javier, Bill.”
Dutch approached the table where the boys were playing cards,
“Follow those two at a distance. Don’t make yourselves known. Knowing Sean things could go either way and I think Arthur would feel a lot more settled if they were being watched.”

Dutch made eye contact as Arthur had made his way over to the table.

“I’d be mighty grateful, fellas. I’ll pay you myself for watching out for Y/N..”
Arthur felt a little weight off of his chest that people were following behind you.

“Alright Arthur we got this”
Javier spoke as the pair stood, patting Arthurs shoulder. He watched them both ride off with a sigh.

“Better them than nobody…”
Arthur watched as the pair disappear into the trees. Moseying on over to the fire to wait for your return.

——

“If you had shut up we could have been out of there much earlier.”
You growled in Seans ear as you made the journey home. 2 hours. A job that should have taken 20 minutes tops took 2 hours because the damn redhead didn’t shut up.

Thankfully you had jotted down all the information in a little journal Arthur had got for you when you were recovering whilst he was chatting. You didn’t draw like him but you definitely wrote and kept notes.

“I was playing the part! You should have done a better job!”
He snapped back. You weren’t here to play the good wife. You got the information and thats all that matters. As Sean blabbered on about being a good actor you heard the sound of hooves on crushed leaves, turning your head you spotted a pair coming from the woods not far back from you. It took only a glance to recognise the horses and you smiled. You had people watching over you and it eased your nerves.

You’d never been happier to arrive back at the camp. Hopping immediately from the cart you strolled over to Dutchs tent, pulling out your journal and ripping out the 2 pages of notes.

“Here you go, Dutch… Next time send me with anyone else…”
You huffed. As soon as he took the pages you strolled over to your tent. Expecting to see Arthur there you were a little surprised to see it empty. Shrugging it off you quickly got changed into your pants and shirt, slipping your boots back on with a comfortable sigh. God you hated dresses.
Just as you were about to exit the tent the fabric flew open, stepping back in surprise you smiled at the outlaw who stood there. His worried expression had melted into a soft smile.

“Hi”
you stepped forward again, leaning in to kissing his cheek.

“Hi… You okay? Everything go smoothly?”
He asked questioningly, reaching out to hold your hand. Trying to hide the fact he was looking you over for any injuries.

You chuckled at his nervous demeanour.
“Everything went fine. No funny business, although Sean needs to learn to shut his mouth. 20 minuted turned into 2 hours..”
You huffed and squeezed his hand.

“I was wondering what happened took you so long… Glad you’re safe”
Lifting your hand he placed a soft kiss to the knuckle, lingering there for a moment.

When you first met Arthur he was definitely touch-starved and affection-shy. You on the other hand were very touchy and affectionate. You’d place a hand on leg as you drank in the saloon, leaned against him when you spent time in the camp. The months of flirting from both sides eventually bubbled over to him shyly asking you for a kiss in the muddy streets of Valentine.
It took longer for him to accept your true affections to him. He’d duck his head away when you went to kiss his cheek, tensing up as you hugged him. Slowly you wore him down and he began to show his own affections through small gestures. Still very stern with his actions, but much softer these days. He accepted you liked him to show you affection and you accepted that his small gestured were filled with so much love for you that you stopped pestering him for more.

“EVERYONE GATHER AROUND”
Dutchs voice cut across the camp, causing Arthur to break his contact and look at the entrance. Letting go of your hand he turned, moving out his arm as a gesture for you to take his.
“Shall we?”
He smirked.
Giggling you took his arm as you strolled across the camp to the crowd that had gathered around Dutchs tent.

“Everyone! YN and Sean have gathered us some very useful information. It seems our friends in Rhodes are too focused on their rivalry to care about their security in the bank.”

Although Dutchs plans weren’t all they cracked up to be and more times than not something went wrong, he was charismatic in the way he spoke of his plans. He drew you in until you were hooked and needed to be there to see the story unfold.

“Between 7pm-9pm the bank is under guard as they change the money over. The safe itself, according to Y/Ns notes is nothing compared to what we’ve dealt with before. Y/N being the wonderful helper she is even managed to see the code the fool used to unlock it. So we have a smart and quiet route to getting into the vault.
HOWEVER. I always have to pitch the loud route to you boys… Whilst they’re changing the money the bank vault is left open. We wouldn’t be able to walk through the doors but we can cause enough commotion to pull them away….”

Dutch made a blowing up sound, using his arms to demonstrate his noise. You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“We blow a hole in the back of the building. The guards come running over.. we take them out and stroll right into an open vault.”

The gang muttered amongst each other, sharing looks.
“So gentlemen. Loud and fast. Or Smart and Quiet?”
Dutch chirped out as the gang continued to talk. It wasn’t an east decision to choose which way they’d pull off a score. Arguments usually broke out and people would storm off.

You and Arthur looked at each other… Things were about to get interesting.

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Dutch scratched his stubbly chin.
“Smart and Quiet huh? I like that. Using your brains for once gentlemen!”
Dutch was a little surprised that they decided to do things smart. Usually it was a big explosion followed by a blood bath. This method would assure an easy enough exit for everyone if it played out right.

A small smile sat on Arthurs lips. This option surely couldn’t go wrong… You wouldn’t be at risk and he could feel less on edge during this score.

“There isn’t much preparation needed for this one… Although Y/N i’d like you to help me with the plan on this considering you know the layout. In a Weeks time we will be more than prepared to take this score!”
Dutch winked and headed over to the table, cigar in one hand and notes in the other.

You were happy to help plan.. You liked to be involved especially since you had to play the good wife to that Irish idiot to kickstart it.
Slightly disappointed that you couldn’t just blow the bank up in that backwater town, you could always do something else. Just as you were walking to help Dutch, an arm stopped you.
Looking up you caught Arthurs eye.
“Mister Morgan..”

“Miss L/N”
He purred in response. His mood seemed brighter after hours of arguments between the gang to see which option they’d take ended in a smart choice. At first the gang thought loud and fast would be easier, getting in and out in no time, But the thought of the backlash from the law made everyone think otherwise. Collectively the group decided to go in the smart way. They’d be paid the same either way.

“You alright with the choice? I know you like your explosions”
The cowboy definitely was pleased with himself. Being the main voice of reason in the group he was able to turn people to his side.

“I mean. We could always plant some kind of explosive…”
You giggled in response. You just wanted the job to go smoothly. Explosions or not.

“You’ll be safe with Dutch close by, not that you can’t take care of yourself”
Arthur moved his arm to your back, pulling you into his side and planting a firm kiss on top of your head.

“I’m always safe with this family”
Tilting your head you kissed his jaw, slipping from his grasp to head over to Dutch.
A sharp squeal left your lungs as a hand came down hard against your backside. Covering your mouth you turned to Arthur. He laughed wickedly, leaving with a wink. Your cheeks were red as the gang all seemed to be staring at you now… Ignoring their gazes you went over to help Dutch plan the smart score.

——

No matter what choice the gang had taken for this score there was always nervous energy the day of. The week had been filled with thorough planning, trips into Rhodes to monitor the transfer of money and playing dress up to get more information. Luckily you were allowed to go by yourself this time, meaning each trip was quicker.

You and Dutch had decided that for everything to go smoothly some of the guards for the cart would have to be replaced. When the money moved from Rhodes to Saint Denis to be stores in the larger city vaults, the armoured carriage would be mounted with a mini gun. There would be no way you could take the fart on the roads without stealth.. Taking the positions of the guards was much smarter. If the gang arrived and took the money from the bank themselves, there would be no suspicion.

The day finally came and you were dressed to the nines in a new, eloquent dress that Hosea had gotten for you for this score. Arthur had complimented you to no end the first time you tried it on, even taking a couple of photos of you in it on his camera.
Sitting in the small two person cart you’d previously used, you waited for Dutch to address the rest of the gang. It was Dutch’s choice that Arthur, Javier, John and Bill would take over the positions of the guards on the cart. Sean, Lenny and Micah would take the place of the mounted guards that followed the wagon.

You would enter the bank 20 minutes before the change of money, Dutch acting as an angry father to cause a small commotion. Enough to distract the staff so the switch could be made. Dressed in his finest clothes, Groomed and poised to put on a performance, Dutch approached the cart.

“Everyone! Are we clear on what we’ll be doing?”
His glances went around the men who were all saddled up. Nods all around made Dutch happy.

“Wonderful! Give us 30 minutes and then off you go. Good luck everyone!”
Dutch hopped aboard, whipping the reins to move the horse on. The trip there wasn’t too bad. You always enjoyed your conversations with Dutch and like most the boys in camp, he was definitely a father figurine in your life.

“So you’re going to act like you don’t approve of the bank, that Sean isn’t suitable for me and can’t make choices for me… Cause a commotion so everyone is distracted enough for the guard switch to go down right outside?”
You repeated his plan questioningly.
“Seems risky to me but this plan definitely needs a little excitement”
Clasping your hands together you chuckled.

Dutch barked a laugh, causing you to jump slightly.
“I’m definitely glad you stuck around, Y/N. Don’t tell anyone I said this but you’re the smartest out of the lot of them.”
Dutch praised you. It was definitely the first time you’d heard anyone but Arthur praise you in the camp… and Arthurs praise was entirely different.

“I’ll definitely let that go to my already big enough ego”
You joked, giggling as you arrived in the dusty town. As you approached the bank you decided to start playing the part

“Father please! You can’t go in there causing a commotion!”
Your worried facial expression helping plead your case.

“Now Isabelle I won’t hear it! That idiot irishman you married has NO TASTE IN BANKS”
Dutch yelled back as they pulled up outside, instantly hopping from the cart he stormed inside. You huffed as your dress made it hard to hop in and out the cart, a strange man came over to offer you his hand and you took it thankfully. Bowing to him before dashing inside.
Dutch was already inside causing a scene, at the front desk demanding to speak to the person in charge.

You quickly approached your so called father, your arm going around his and attempting to pull him away. The other customers in the bank looked on in awe at the scene unfolding before them.

“Father! Please don’t do this! Sean is a..”
You had to pause for a moment to prepare yourself for the words that came out next..
“-A wonderful man! He looks after me and knows what he’s talking about!”

Scoffing a laugh he moved your hand from his arm.
“My dear, that man is an idiot and we both know it! He thinks that the RHODES bank is good enough for the money I AM GIVING HIM! Saint Denis is far more careful with our money. I want to talk to the fool that said otherwise”

There was truth in the words he spoke about poor Sean, you wanted to laugh at it but kept your composure.

—-

Whilst you and Dutch were busy playing unhappy families, Arthur was leading the gang to where the armoured cart was travelling from Saint Denis. They’d arrived on the path the cart was heading down, hiding in the trees as it passed.

“Shit theres nearly 7 guards with it. God knows how many are inside…”
Arthur mumbled. This wasn’t going as planned…. Quiet and smart was about to become loud and deadly.

“Javier, Bill. Take out the three in the back… quietly”
Arthur gestured for them to go, the gang slowly following through the wooded areas of the swamp.
Surprisingly the men were taken out with ease, no one else was alerted.
“Sean, Lenny, Micah. Take their spots and take out the other 3… We may need more of us on the outside if this is who they’re expecting in Rhodes.”
Again, the take down went easily. Leaving the driver and the shotgunner left on the outside.
Arthur, John and Javier took the positions of the other missing guards. Keeping their heads low as they approached Rhodes.

“Remember the plan…”
Arthur said quietly between John and Javier. Gesturing for the men in the woods to ride ahead.

——

“I DO NOT CARE WHO HE THOUGHT HE WAS. HIS NEW MONEY IS MY DAMN MONEY SIR!”
Dutch yelled in the face of the bank manager, the guards from the outside coming in to make sure everything was okay. You played the part of the distressed daughter, crying and panicking, fanning yourself through the drama. Peering out of the doors you saw the armoured cart making its way down the road opposite… Looking around you had only one option as the guards still seemed to be watching the doors.
Falling down quickly in a fake fainting spell, the guards came to make sure you were okay. Using your own fan that yoy dropped and propping you up.

“Isabelle! Look what you’ve done to my daughter. She’s distressed from your poor management. I will be speaking with your employers in Saint Denis thats for sure!”
Dutch came over to you, putting his hand on your forehead.

“S-sir we are sorry! Guards take her to the seats over there. We’ll make sure this whole mess is sorted out. We value you and your families custom, Mr….?”

“Mr.Kilgore.”
Dutch repeated coldly, his attention flicking to the carriage outside for a moment, making sure the guards were distracted with you.

——
As the carriage arrived at the bank, Arthur and John hopped from their horses, checking the doors of the bank before pointing their guns at the drivers.

“No funny business. Get down slowly…”
John aimed his revolver at the drivers head, Arthur did the same with the shotgunner. Both men got down and backed up. Arthur took the shotgunners gun, slinging it over his shoulder for safety.

Javier and Micah aimed into the small windows on the armoured side of the carriage. Inside sat 4 men…

“Easy boys. Out nice and slow, no one needs to get hurt here.”
Javier spoke with a calm tone and the men slowly exited one by one. Lennys eyes were on the door to the Bank at all times as they continued to usher the men out.

“All of you need to leave nice and quietly. Your lives are worth far more than the pittance the banks are paying you. We’re giving you all the chance to go silently or die silently. Your choice”
Micah growled out. The others behind the men with knives ready to silence anyone who was feeling brave.

Arthur couldn’t help but laugh when they all scattered in the direction they just came from. Sean trotting after them on his horse to make sure they were gone from the town.

“This is going too well…”
Javier laughed out, hopping into the carriage to gather the papers and info they’d need to collect the cash. Arthur removed his mask, heading up to the front doors of the bank and opening them slowly. One of the guards tending to you stood quickly from his crouched position, heading over.

“We’re uh here to collect the cash”
Arthur handed over the papers, the guard was satisfied enough.

“Of course… you’ll have to wait a moment we’ve had a girl and her father cause some commotion. Poor lass fainted!”
The guard laughed out. Arthurs attention went to the women slumped in the seats. His heart beat picking up at the sight of you… god he was hoping you were acting.

“Everyone, please can you make your way out of the building! We’re closed for the next hour to do a money hand over. We’re sorry for the inconvenience!”
The crowds that had gathered to see the commotion quickly left, leaving only the guards, Y/N, Arthur and Dutch stood in the foyer of the Bank.
The manager took the papers as Arthur gestured for the others to enter, guns out as if they were ready to protect the money from people like themselves.

“Dutch… She good?”
Arthur spoke with a worried tone, keeping his eyes forward.

“Yeah, Yeah… shes a hell of an actress”
Dutch huffed a laugh.
“Hey! your shouting was getting us nowhere.” You mumbled out, your eyes still closed.
Waving a hand up slowly you smiled,
“Hi Arthur, i’m fine..”
You purred, slowly acting as if you were coming around as the guards came out with the cash lockboxes on a cart.

“Mrs MacGuire! You’re awake.”
The bank manager spoke happily as he strolled over to you.
You heard a rumble of a growl come from Arthurs chest as the manager called you Mrs Macguire. He hid the growl with a cough.
Dutch was sat beside you, tutting at Arthur as he rubbed your back, watching the boys take the cash into the carriage.

“My dear Isabelle! You’re okay… I think we must get you home.. You’ve had far too much excitement for one day. Sir I am not finished with you yet! I will be back to discuss the issue at a later date, my daughters health is more important to me as of now”
Dutch helped you stand, linking his arm with yours as you stood there, pretending to be wobbly on your feet.

The hand over of cash went down smoothly. The guards suspected nothing as the carriage headed off down the street, Dutchs boys close by.

“That went pretty well…”
Arthur pulled the the reins of the horse, bringing the carriage to a stop a little ways out of Rhodes, waiting for Dutch and Y/N. Chuffed with how seemingly effortless that score went… it was right after when he suddenly got an uneasy thought, looking around he noticed Micah and Sean weren’t behind the carriage..

“Shit… where are those idiots…”
Arthur was about to whistle for his horse when the sound of gunshots echoed from the dusty town. His heart sinking as he whistled, hopping from the carriage.

“John get this thing to the safe spot. NOW!”
Arthur slapped the carriage horses backsides before leaping onto his horse, sprinting fully back to the town.

—
Everything went smoothly from your award winning performance to the gang getting away… that was until you got to the carriage. Micah and Sean had unbenounced to Arthur, stayed behind to make sure Dutch got out safely.

“IT WAS THEM! THEY’RE THE ONES WHO ROBBED US!”
Shouted a voice from down the dusty street. Stood at the end was the Sherif and one of the carriage guards. In seconds more men came out of nowhere. You and Dutch ditched the carriage in seconds, Dutch climbing onto the back of Micahs horse.. but before you got a chance to take Lennys hand his horse was spooked by gunfire, sending him galloping towards the train station.
“THOSE TWO ARE WORKING WITH THEM!”
Yelled a lawman, causing you to panic and
run for cover. You ducked between the hotel and the general store, leaning against the wood and reaching for the gun strapped to your thigh. Micah and Dutch managed to take down a few lawmen, thankfully a couple that got too close to where you were hiding.. but they had to quickly run. Dutch had faith you’d find a way out…

Kicking his horse on, Arthur galloped into the town, speeding through the main street towards the bank, spinning his horse around he spotted you by the side of the Hotel, looking and ducking as the law shot at him. There was no way he could get you, raising his repeater he shot several times at the lawmen, his horse rearing from the bullets flying by…

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“SO we wanna go in Loud and Fast? Wonderful! Always love to put on a show”
Dutch clasped his hands together. His laugh booming through the camp.

“Apparently so…”
Arthur groaned. A scowl on his face.
He was against going in loud and fast… it never worked in the past. The gang would get their score quicker, sure, but the aftermath would be one hell of a battle. He feared for the gang.
He feared for you… Whether he liked it or not you’d be apart of this heist. Dutch needed the extra guns when it came to scores like this and you were one of them.

“One week. One week and we’ll all be rich enough to get away from this place”
Dutch cheered out as he headed towards Javier and John.
“Boys! I need you to secure some dynamite for us. 3 or 4 bundles will do perfectly… go see what you can find?”
Patting and pushing their shoulders he shooed them away to find what they needed.

You and Arthur were at odds on the heist. He wanted to go in smart and quiet, you on the other hand always enjoyed a dramatic entrance. Standing facing each other, no eye contact, your arms folded over your chest. Knowing he didn’t want you to be apart of something you helped plan annoyed you. He definitely would be trying to persuade you to not join in ever day this week.
You sighed, tilting your head-back as you thought of what to say.

“Arthur.. I-“

“Arthur my boy”
Hosea stepped in at the worst time.
“Y/N can you excuse us for a moment?”
Hosea asked with a cheesy smile. You nodded, reaching and stroking Arthurs arm before slowly heading off to the campfire where the women sat. Taking a seat next to Sadie you sighed.

“Arthur you look like someones pissed in your boots…”
Hosea noticed his attention wasn’t on him nor the conversation, following Arthurs gaze to you sat by the fire.

“I know you’re worried about her. You’re always worried since the Pinkerton incident.. Shes a strong gal. Hell. If her and Sadie teamed up they’d take over the world”
Hosea laughed. Arthur chuckled in agreement.

“Shes tough alright… I guess i’m just getting soft in my old age… I don’t wanna loose her. I thought I lost her when that gun went off. I Ain’t gonna find another like her in my life time.”
Arthur was embarrassed that he’d been so emotional. Love makes fools of us all and he was acting like a damned fool alright.

“She’ll be fine...”
Scratching his stubble he smiled.
“Remember when we were camped in Tall Trees and we got surrounded by grizzlies? Who came riding out of nowhere and shot them all, hm?”
Hosea raised an eyebrow. Nudging the outlaw.

“Shit I forgot about that… We were weak from travel. Starvin’. These bears just showed up outta’ the blue and we were all huddled in the middle of camp like pray. Too cold to load our guns.. I remember the bullets flying past our heads, them bears droppin’ dead….”
You really were stronger than he’d been making you out to be lately. No wonder you were getting annoyed with him.

“She came riding in on that big bastard Ardennes with a deer across its back and rifle in hand. The first thing she said was ‘looks like you all shat yourselves’ ”
The pair chuckled and looked over at you.

“She’ll be okay.”
Arthur spoke with confidence this time. He knew you better than this.. You’d bounced back from kidnappings. Gunshots. Hell you’d captured some of the countries biggest bounties single handedly.. You can pull off a simple bank heist.

“‘Scuse me”
Arthur walked past Hosea, right towards the campfire. He didn’t let your know he was there, placing his hands either side of your face, tilting your head back by your cheeks to capture your lips in a chaste kiss.
A symphony of “Oooos” and whistles followed from the girls, when he broke the kiss you were a bit stunned. Almost falling back off of the log.

“What was that for…”
Your mind finally catching up with that just happened you sat up, turning to look at him.

“An apology…”
Rubbing the back of his neck from embarrassment as the girls cooed at you two.
You smiled at him and nodded.
“Thank you…”

——

A week of preparation. Weapons being cleaned, ammo restocked and everyone hyping themselves up for the score.

The day had finally came. Dutch, Arthur and Hosea had gone back to Rhodes during the week to monitor the routines of the guards… Loud and Fast still required a level of skill.

The gang had been running around all over camp all morning, the women trying to help them by preparing their horses and making sure the men were calm. Dutch had snapped more than once at his boys and it sent a couple of them off in a rage… Hosea blamed it on the camps nervous energy.

Slinging your saddle bag over your shoulder you picked up your repeater, looking down the sights to check it was accurate. The past week had been a lot more relaxing since Arthur apologised by the campfire. He still worried but not as openly nor as pressuring to you. After the kiss you’d gone to the edge of camp, sitting beside the water to have a long conversation.

Holstering your revolvers and slinging your Lancaster Repeated and Springfield rifle over your shoulder you were ready.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves you popped some extra ammo on your bandolier and headed to centre of the camp. People were still running around to get ready… Leaving it to the last minute as always. Eventually once Hosea had started shouting everyone was ready. Weapons galore as they saddled up. Just before your jumped onto Blue, the sound of someone clearing their throat from behind you caught your attention.

“Darlin’”
Arthur tilted his hat.
You smiled and stepped towards him.

“Mister Morgan..”
You purred.
The rest of the gang were mounted up and ready to go.
You just needed a minute with Arthur before going into battle.
Usually you’d be the first to initiate a hug, but to your shock his arms wrapped around you tightly and squeezed you. Grunting in surprise you hugged him tightly back. Your hands clinging to his leather jacket.

“Be safe, Arthur…”
You whined against his chest.

“You too, Y/N… you too…”
Arthur pulled back and quickly leaned in for a kiss. It wasn’t passionate. His lips pressed firmly against yours, returning the kiss you enjoyed the feel of him. You’d all have to go into hiding after this. It could be weeks before you saw him again…

“C’mon Love birds we have a schedule to keep!”
Dutch yelled out, a couple of whistles coming from the gang.

“Can we all get a good luck kiss?”
Micah laughed out. You both ignored him and pulled away from one another. Leaving one last kiss on his cheek you mounted up, his hand resting on your leg for a moment. His eyes telling you how much he loved you.

“I love you, too”
You whispered in return, watching as he went to mount up.
Kicking your horse on you took your position near the back beside Sadie. Arthur took his place near Hosea and Dutch as the golden boy.

“HERE WE GO BOYS… AND GIRLS! I’LL EXPLAIN THE PLAN AGAIN ON THE WAY!”
Dutch kicked on, The Count taking off into a canter and the gang following suit.

Focusing on Dutchs words you thought about the upcoming mission. About its risks… You didn’t want to let the nerves ruin your focus but the more you thought about how it would have been better to go in smart and quiet… It was to late now to change your minds.

“Everyone slow”
Raising his hand Dutch called for a halt on the other side of the tracks beside the water tower. Everyones attention on the small town and the bank building. The back of bank was a simple enough brickwall, a barred door to the left and a ladder that sat to the right. The gang had considered going in from the room during the week but you assured them they wouldn’t get too far.

“Arthur, Bill. Go rig the Dynamite… quietly. And make sure it goes off this time.”
Bill hissed at the Dutchs words. He messed up one time.
Dismounting the pair looked at the building.

“Where’d you say the safe was again, Y/N?”
Arthur spoke without turning.

Pointing at the back of the building you drew the letters in the air.
“The vault is right below the N in the ‘BANK’ sign painted there. Place a few sticks from A-K and you should blow the back off of the safe as well as the wall.”
Arthur turned his head, tilting his hat before the pair casually strolled over.

Dutch has asked the gang to dismount, leaving their horses close by for the escape.
Patting your horses neck you looked over at Bill who was the last to stick the Dynamite to the wall.
As soon as they were done the fun would begin.
Luckily at this time in the afternoon the streets weren’t all that busy… Most people were working, snoozing or drinking. Placing the dynamite on the wall without issue, the pair looking around for witnesses before heading back.

“Sadie, John, Sean. Line your sights with the dynamite.”
Dutch commanded as the pair reached the gang once again.
“All ready, Boss”
Bill chirped.
“Yes It’ll work for sure this time…”
He huffed as Dutch had given him a questioning look.

“On my say. You shoot and we run in…Everyone else. Good luck.”
Using a gesture for the rest to follow, you all split up around different angles of the bank. As you crossed paths with Arthur you patted his shoulder, giving him a caring smile before going to stand beside the train station with Javier.

“You ready for this, Y/N?”
He spoke as he loaded his repeater. With a laugh you pulled yours from your shoulder.

“Oh yeah. Born ready”
Cocking your rifle you smirked.
Your eyes quickly went to Dutch and Micah as they stood beside the little outhouse on the far right of the bank. Each hidden gang member had their masks up ready to go. Dutchs hand raised to the people on the hill with their guns aimed, looking around to double check everything was clear.

“Better cover your ears”
Pulling up your mask, you tilted your head so one ear was against your shoulder, your free hand coming to cover the other ear as Dutch quickly thrashed his hand down. 3 gunshots rang out followed by a earth shaking explosion.

“HERE WE GO GENTLEMEN”
Dutch ran into the cloud of smoke, followed by Arthur and Micah. They weren’t in there 2 minutes when a voice called out to them.

“THE LAWS COMIN’”
John shouted from his position, you ran towards John as Javier darted towards the bank. Running to the right of the bank against the back of the funeral home you and John looked back as shouts came from a different direction. The law came in thick and fast, apparently they’d decided a day in the Saloon was better than serving the citizens of the town… You didn’t expect them from that direction, causing you and John to flee into the centre of town as a hail of bullets flew in your direction. The Grays seemed to had gotten for more men due to the recent Braithwaite troubles, the gang found itself outnumbered quickly. In the panic you’d run towards the Sheriffs office, slipping your mask down and trying to act a little casual as you tried to blend in with the crowd of running civilians.
Javier, Bill and Sadie had called their horses sooner, managing to get some of the law to follow them out of town. Sean and fled with Hosea the moment things went south.
A whistle came from the back of the bank as the boys called their horses, emerging from the smoke they slung the satchels of cash over the back of their mounts before jumping on and trotting off.
Arthur looked around at the commotion, waving smoke from his face.

“LETS GO!”
Dutch called, kicking his horse on into a canter. Arthur looked a little panicked as the gang seemed to be split up. You weren’t where you were suppose to be as the bullets came flying towards them. As Dutch and Micah sped off, Arthur headed around the stagecoach station and into the towns centre, catching a glimpse of John shooting back at the law, Old Boy trotting behind him. John took the pause in shooting as a chance jumped onto his horse, catching Arthurs gaze and simply pointing down the road… He noticed you pressed up against the side of the Hotel, whistling for your attention as he shot at the law for you. His horse spinning in circles out of panic, causing him to miss countless shots.
Your head quickly turned, panic on your face as you looked for a chance to head towards him…

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You were fucked. Pulling your gun from its hidden holster you went to aim, suddenly your attention was caught as someone by the bank on horseback. You felt a little relief it wasn’t lawmen coming to surround you, but as soon as it clicked in your head you who had come riding by was the moment you felt true fear. You didn’t want him getting hurt because of you. In your entire life you’d never wanted anyone to be hurt because of your actions, your choices.

Closing your eyes you gritted your teeth. You weren’t going to make it out of this situation unharmed. But damned be if Arthur got hurt too.

“GO ARTHUR!”
You shouted at the top of your lungs. His focus entirely on you as his horse settled.

“GO!”
You shouted one more time, his horse spinning from fright. You spun the chamber of your revolver before stepping out of your hiding, heading towards where Arthur was.

He didn’t move. He couldn’t… he couldn’t leave you here as you shouted at him. With his horse on the verge of throwing him he gritted his teeth, closing his eyes and kicking his horse.
He had faith you’d be okay… You were strong. You were his Y/N.
Looking back the entire time he cantered away, his heart sinking as he left you in the midst of a battle.

Stepping out from hiding was probably the worst thing you could have done.

BANG.
BANG.

You didn’t remember much… The sound of guns firing, the feel of blood pouring down your side. The intense pain that radiated from your right side as you hit the floor.

Your world fading to black as you heard your name be screamed out by the man you loved.

You don’t know how much time had passed, Fading in and out of consciousness, your vision blocked by a white blur.

“I can’t believe we killed a civilian… Sherifs gonna have our heads. We didn’t get a single outlaw but we shot a women!”
You heard before you passed out again.

———

Waking up in a sweat, you groaned. The pain that took over your body blurred every sense, blocked every movement. Slowly turning your head your eyes fluttered open. Stinging from the light coming through the window. Your mind slowly caught up with your eyes as panic set in. You didn’t know where you were. How you got here… You could be dead… this could be hell, right? Satan himself was about to walk through the door and kick you into the fire himself..

“Finally awake?”
A voice caught your attention, making you jump slightly. Maybe your last thought was true.
Your head turning to the other side to see a man sat beside you, shaking something in his hand before it slipped into the corner of your mouth. You couldn’t protest. You had never felt so weak.

With a hum he removed the object, staring at it with a sigh.
“Still got a temperature.
Do you know your name, Miss?”
The man reached over, the sound of water dripping catching your attention before something cooling pressed against your forehead. You felt the pressure in your skull ease at the touch.

Giving a single nod, you were at least 60% sure your name was Y/N.

“My name is Doctor Read, Edward Read. I’ve been looking after you and your injuries… and my, my. What injuries you have. Wrong place wrong time it seemed”
The doctor picked up some papers as you slowly tried to move your body. Your side screaming at you to stay put. Your mind still confused to your situation.

“W…what happened…. To…. Me…”
You gasped out, blinking your eyes repeatedly to rid of the blurriness.

“Take it easy, Miss.”
The Doctor cooed to keep you still. He hadn’t worked all this time to keep you alive for you to kill yourself as soon as you woke.

“You were shot. Twice… both bullets went into your right side, one just below your ribs and one into your hip. You’re very lucky. Each bullet went clean through. Missed vital organs and the only permanent damage you’ll have is a limp and some big scars.”
The doctor seemed proud of his work having kept you alive this long. Most people would have fed you to the wolves long ago.
“You required surgery, stitches… a lot of care, Miss”

Closing your eyes and tried to remember as much as you could but you don’t remember how the injury fully happened. You were thankful you were apparently alive.

“H..How long have I been out…”
Shifting your body you felt the bandages around your middle and hip shift, Gasping out as they rubbed against your raw wounds.

“Don’t panic, but 3 months.”

Your eyes shot open as he spoke.

“You faded in and our of consciousness every couple of weeks. We tried to rouse you but your body needed to rest… You’re definitely more alert and awake now than you have been since you were brought to us.”

“3 months…”
You pushed yourself up, letting out a small sharp scream as your entire body felt like it was on fire. You’d survived bulletwounds before.. but this was entirely different.
Instantly you went back down, reaching your arms up weakly to rub your face.

“Where am I…”
You licked your dry lips, covering your eyes from the light as you tried to wrap your head around everything.

“Lots of questions, Miss. You’re in Saint Denis. My surgery… Me and my wife have been making sure you recovered.” The Doctor stood, heading over to a tablet and prepared a syringe. You watched him come back over, your attention on the needle. You didn’t like doctors, syringes being the main reason why.

“This will help bring you around properly and ease some of the pain”
Gritting your teeth you huffed out as the needle went into your arm, the feeling adding to your already strong discomfort.

“Don’t go getting up right away. You need to take it easy for the next few days and hopefully we can get you up and walking within the month”
The doctor left soon after, pointing to the water and food beside your bed before he did. Giving you time to really think about your situation.

You weren’t in jail… You remembered the conversations the lawmen had and how how they’d accidentally shot a women… not an outlaw, not a bounty hunter. A civilian.

You weren’t dead apparently.. although with the pain you were in you wish you had died.
The pain of not knowing what happened to the gang plaguing your mind. Did they escape? Did they leave? What about-

Arthur.
Your heart began to race. You heard his scream your name when you went down. Did he come to save you? Did he get hurt?Was he okay?
The tears welled in your eyes as the pain of everything overflowed, the injection working as your body started to feel more awake. You needed to start your road to recovery to find him.

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—Arthurs POV—

In an instant Arthurs entire world collapsed around him.

Witnessing you being shot caused something to rise within him, shouting your name he turned his horse. With the lawmen advancing he couldn’t make it back to you, men on horseback racing from the town to chase him out, hoping yo take him down too. He had no choice but to run. The last time he saw you was on the floor, your side covered in blood. His Y/N was gone.

As Arthur rode away the adrenaline thankfully kicked in. If it didn’t he was sure he would have fallen from his horse in shock. Pushing his horse hard, he evaded the law as he rode off away from Rhodes into the heartlands.

The moon was high, his pocketeatch read 3am when he finally stopped. His horse tired and weak, his own body shaking as tears spilled from his eyes. Sitting on his horse in a wooded area for a moment to bring himself back to the world, the adrenaline wearing off as his body gave in.
Falling from the saddle, Arthur hit the ground hard with a pained cry. Yelling out in grief as he curled up, sobbing and yelling out from the heartbreak he felt from loosing you.

The one thing that really kept him going in this life was gone.

Laid bleeding out on the dusty streets of Rhodes. Probably to be tossed into some unmarked grave or burned, no time to grieve.
No where to visit when you weren’t there to support him.
He’d survived bullets, knives, wild animals and being wanted across the country.

He wasn’t sure he could survive this.

It was nearly a week later. The gang had fled its cozy camp at Clements Point, moving to an abandoned manor home called Shady Belle. Arthur had found the hidden letter upon returning. His eyes were sunken and red from the constant tears that flowed. His body weak as he was unable to eat and hardly sleep.

He’d manage to sneak back into Rhodes a day earlier. Asking about the bodies from the Bank job, saying a close friend hadn’t come home. The man had pointed over to the barn at the back of the town near the cotton mill where the bodies were left unclaimed. Some lawmen already buried. Arthur had been through and lifted each cover. His heart was thankful he didn’t see you, but he needed to know where you were. Enquiring further he discovered a lot of bodies were taken to some undisclosed location and burnt.

It damn nearly killed him to hear it.

Arthur slowly plodded on his horse up the road towards Shady Belle. He wasn’t pleased to be back, tears welling in his eyes at the thought of you being there to greet him.. You definitely wouldn’t be.

“ARTHUR SON!”
Dutch greeted Arthur as he slowly got down from his horse, his gloved palm wiping his eyes. Dutch was happy to see that Arthur has gotten out safely.

Keeping his head low he simply nodded a response.
Hosea knew immediately something was wrong. Y/N and Arthur were the only ones who hadn’t returned yet… The gang guessed they’d escaped together, staying away a little longer to be alone.

Hosea knew better. He’d seen it many times before. The state Arthur was in only meant grief and heartbreak.

“Oh Arthur…”
Hosea went over to his son, hugging him tightly and holding the back of his head to comfort the boy. Arthur immediately broke down into a loud sob, unable to control his emotions he pressed his head against Hoseas shoulder and grieved for his fallen love.

The gang started to approach the commotion, whispering to each other.
It took only seconds for Dutch to realise to.

“Oh no… Y/N…”
Removing his hat, Dutch lowered his head as he thought about you. He never expected to lose anyone during this score, especially you.

The gang slowly removed their hats, lowering their heads as the realisation of the fate of their missing member sunk in.

—Y/N POV—

Each day got a little easier with your recovery. The doctors wife, Jennifer Read, had assisted you, apparently working with her husband as a physiotherapist to help rehabilitate patients after surgeries. She started each day by helping you sit up, laying you down and doing it again for an hour to strengthen your core and get you moving. You definitely felt the full extent of your injuries in this process.

You’d decided not long after waking that you were going to keep your identity a secret, using the alias of Isabelle Kilgore with the people taking care of you… It was safer that way. Although you were sure by this point the gang thought you dead…

Arthur always sat in your mind. Crying countless nights over being away from him. You needed to get better so you could see him again. To see your family again.

2 months into the rehabilitation had started to become tiresome, but eventually you were able to sit up and stay sat up without a problem.
Your recovery would be a lot better if Jennifer didn’t constantly mention the cost of your care. $350 being the exact number she kept mentioning. Stating it would probably be more by the end of it… Your thankfulness for their help fading with each reminder.

“OKAY! OKAY!”
You snapped.
“You’ll get your damn money back… If you want me to pay then I’ll leave now and get It how about that?!?”
You growled as the women mentioned it yet again, your nerve snapping.

She was a little taken back by your spirited response… She thought they’d taken in some polite, quiet town girl to help. She was very wrong.
In annoyance you shifted your body, sitting on the edge of the bed before standing up quickly. Your entire body seemed to freeze up before you went dizzy, falling forward but thankfully you moved fast enough to catch yourself with your hands before your face hit the floor.

“Easy, girl!”
Jennifer shouted. Going straight to your side and helping you stand. She held you in the standing position, letting you plant your feet so you were sturdy.

“Although repayment for the supplies and services would be nice, it can wait until you can actually walk without collapsing. I won’t mention it again…”
She huffed. Standing back and letting go of you to see how you fair standing.

You didn’t dare move as you were left standing by yourself. Stood in just a pair of drawers and a baggy shirt, feeling a little exposed in-front of strangers… You shifted your right foot, taking a step and letting out a strained noise as you tried to move your hip properly. Jennifer quickly went to your side, holding you up.

“Can you move your right leg around for me?”
Jennifer seemed to be using you for practice and experimentation.
You breathed out before trying to extend your leg, a crack at the hip joint almost making you barrel over. You’d not moved like this for over 3 months so your body was locked up real good.
The pain from the crack subsided quickly as you moved your leg around more. Of course it hurt, but it also felt good to move it around rather than just laying down and letting the pain fester.

“Thats pretty good considering you haven’t stood without support from both sides before. I think we can move on to the next steps.. Well, the step before standing.”
Jennifer helped you backwards towards the bed, sitting you on the edge.

“Ow ow ow”
You gasped out as the sudden change in position sent a pain up your hip.
Finally sitting as comfortable as you could get, your hands clinging to the side of the metal bed frame. Jennifer grabbed your right leg. You froze up as she seemed to pull it towards her.

“Sit still, don’t move or it could make it worse.”
Gritting your teeth hard you clung to the edge of the bed, holding back all those cuss words the gang had taught you over the years.
“Good, well done”
Jennifer pushed your leg back to a comfortable position before slowly turning it to the left.
She continued the pulling and turning actions a few more times. You were surprised the pain seemed to subside with each movement, loosening the joints and helping work the muscles.

The next few weeks were filled with the same techniques, changing it up so you were stood against a wall with the same movements. As the 30th week of your rehabilitation ended Jennifer was feeling good about your progress, wanting to test the muscle training to its final stage.
Strolling over to the other side of the room she stood there facing you. The room was fairly long, but quite boxed in.

“I want you to walk to me, Isabelle”

Blinking at her from your seated position on the bed.
“Walk?…”
You were a little nervous, especially with your support being so far away from you.
Taking a deep breath you stood.
Right foot forward you took a step, shaking a little before getting your other leg to follow. Each baby step gave a jolt of pain up your side but your determination kicked in and you began to stride across the room, taking normal sized steps. The pain wasn’t half as bad when you walked normally and a smile formed across your face.

You were walking.
You were well enough to walk and that meant you could leave soon.
As you reached Jennifer she clapped, you stood beside her and laughed happily.
“I did it!”

“You did! Well done my girl!”
She smiled with you.
You couldn’t help but start to stroll around the room normally, the pain coming back as now and then but it was manageable.

“You’ll be good enough to go back home in no time! The biggest challenge is getting you back in the saddle”
Jennifer chuckled, patting your back.

Chuckling with her, realisation hit as your head lifted quickly…
“My horse… You didn’t happen to see a big Ardennes with an Iron Roan coat when you helped me did you?”
You looked at the women pleadingly. Either she was here, back with the gang or gone. You heart hurt at the idea of loosing your beloved, Blue.

“I’m not entirely sure, my husband and one of his colleagues fetched you. I’ll ask them and enquire at the local stables for you”
Jennifer reassured you.
“I need to get some clean bandages for you. I’ll be back shortly so don’t go running around”
Exiting swiftly you sighed, walking up and down the room to get use to the feeling again.

“Not long now… I’ll see you soon, Arthur”
You whispered to yourself as you continued to pace. The thought of him being the only reason you kept going.

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The doctor was definitely right about your only lasting symptoms. After a few more sessions you were up and walking about, a noticeable limp being your only issue as you were still scared to put your entire weight down.
Edward has spoken with you about your debt to him. He believed that you’d do them right and pay them back when you were able, for now he allowed you to work with him and his wife in the office to repay the debt by work.
Your jobs mostly consisted of sweeping, cleaning and fetching patients from the waiting room. An embarrassing change from the life you used to live.

The odd person would ask if they knew you, you were wanted after all. You’d simply respond with ‘Happens all the time but no, we haven’t met’ and walk away before they mentioned your true identity.

When you weren’t working you simply continued your leg and hip exercises, wanting to be strong for your long journey after leaving here.
Occasionally you’d be allowed to really stretch your legs by going for walks around the city. The last city-like place you’d been to was Blackwater.. but it definitely was nothing compared to the bright streets of Saint Denis.
Jennifer would accompany you, just like you would her to fetch supplies and food.
She had warned you recently about walking alone in the streets. Apparently there had been a lot of trouble as of late from a gang. Nothing you were scared of, but in your condition it was best not to pry… Though your mischievous side wanted to know more.

Making the usual weekly trip to market, Jennifer had treated you to lunch at a small cafe in town. Sitting outside the front you enjoyed the fresh air. Whilst you’d been chatting a couple of gentlemen had approached, flirting with yourself and Jennifer. Jennifer seemed to be soaking up attention but you just felt uncomfortable. The men soon left after finding out she was married and you clearly weren’t interested. Your complete avoidance of the gentlemen gained interest from Jennifer.

“So, Miss Kilgore. You didn’t seem to be enjoying the attention those gentlmen were giving you. They were both very handsome…”
Jennifer cleared her throat, looking a little uncomfortable.
“I take it you’re not interested in the opposite sex?”
She raised her tea, taking a sip. You were a bit boisterous of course, years on the run and fighting made you much tougher than the average lady but you didn’t expect her to come out with that. You almost choked on air as she assumed you weren’t attracted to men.

“Thats… No, its not like that”
You half laughed, looking away.

“My apologises. I didn’t mean to come across as rude… So I take it you have a man hiding somewhere, hm?”
She definitely seemed a little more interested now, leaning on the small table.

You sighed. It still hurt to think of Arthur but maybe it would hurt less to talk about it.
“I do… He’s not exactly welcome most places. He thinks I’m dead which is why he hasn’t come looking. I love him more than anything and its been so hard to be here away from him”
You lowered your head, tears forming in your eyes. It didn’t help to talk about it.
Quickly wiping away the tears before it flowed.

“Oh my dear… We only need to get you comfortable on horseback and you’re ready to go back to him. Not long now my dear, i’m sure he’s waiting for you”
With a comforting hand on your arm she assured you things would work out well. You really wished.

The 56th week in the care of Doctor and Mrs Read soon came. A year and a month of rehabilitation… Part of you had started to think you’d never be able to leave but after the first try on horseback you felt much more confident.
Riding a small Tennessee Walker was nothing compared to what it was like riding H/N. A much taller, MUCH wider mount.

Sitting on a bench outside of the doctors office with a book you’d taken from the doctors shelf, trying to comprehend the medical terms on the page in-front of you.

“Isabelle?”
You suddenly jumped, looking up to see the doctor stood in front of you.
“Edward, sorry I was lost in thought”

“No worries, dear. I actually have a surprise, well. Hopeful surprise for you.”
The doctor whistled and a young man leading a big grey Ardennes strolled around the corner.

Immediately standing you limped over to it. There were very little horses like this out in the world, but this could easily not be your H/N.

Looking at the creature who seemed skinnier but well groomed you were unsure… there was only one way to tell.

Whistling a small pattern the horses ears pricked, pulling the stable boy nearly over as she charged forward to greet you.

Your eyes filled with tears, a huge smile appearing on your face as you wrapped your arms around the creatures neck.
“Oh H/N!”
You sobbed into the animals fur, H/N attempting to groom you, whinnying gleefully that you were here.

“I take it this is your horse?”
The doctor patted the beasts face gently, you simply nodded as you clung to her. She meant so much to you.
You really thought she’d be long gone by now.

“It is my girl. Where did you find her??”
Pulling away you placed several kisses on the horses face. Looking over her you noticed she had a couple more scars and your saddle missing.

“She was taken to the stables here in Saint Denis with other horses found around Rhodes the day of the incident. The saddle and bags are stored at the stables, untouched since her arrival”

“Can I go get my saddle?”
You spoke rather desperately as you remembered you had literally thousands of dollars and valuable items stored in your saddle bags… If you were lucky they’d still be there.

“Of course, James here will take you there”
The doctor gestured towards the young man before heading back inside. Taking the reins from the young man you put them over the Ardennes head, leading her to the bench. Hopping up you pulled yourself onto the much larger beast, groaning as your hip really didn’t agree with the way they were placed when riding H/N.

“I forgot how big you were, girl…”
You grunted and turned her, kicking her forward as you walked behind the stable hand.

Your injuries really didn’t agree with the size of your horse, hurting and causing you to feel dizzy. Shaking your head you pushed on towards the stables. Maybe it would be comfier with your saddle…

Arriving at the stable you slid down, gasping out as your feet hit the ground hard. You’d completely forgot about the slow dismount Jennifer had taught you.
Handing the reins to the boy you limped into the building, enquiring about your saddle.

The man placed the saddle on the back of the Ardennes, heading over you began to saddle her up, tightening the girth around her stomach and slipping the bit into her mouth you puller the head piece over her ears.
Patting her neck you were just about to leave before the man cleared his voice.
“The saddle and the horse together are $250”
You laughed at first, thinking it was a joke but by his expression he wasn’t joking.

“I’m not paying you for my own horse, sir.”
You chuckled and stared at him. You quickly remembered, reaching into the saddle bag. You felt the bundles of cash, some of the jewellery and thankfully the papers. Pulling them out you showed the stable owner.

“This is proof that I, Y/N L/N legally and rightfully own this horse. Purchased for me by my man.”
You huffed and smiled, shoving the papers in your pocket before leading H/N out.
Using the mounting block you got into the saddle. It definitely was a lot more comfortable than riding bareback. Kicking the horse into a trott you breathed out in pain. This was something you’d have to get use to if you wanted to leave.

Getting back to the doctors office you learned from earlier, getting down slowly and sighing as there was no instant agony. Going into your saddle bag you pulled out a wad of cash, heading back inside.

“Doctor and Mrs Read?”
Knocking on the door you spoke softly, entering when called.

“I think its time I left… I know I need more care but I need to go…”
Looking at Jennifer you smiled as she nodded to you. She knew you reasoning for wanting to leave earlier than expected.

Unclipping the money you counted it out. Placing $1000 dollars onto the desk and stepping back.

“This is all I owe you and more. I’d be dead if not for both of you… You’ve shown me such kindness. I can’t thank you both enough”
Lowering your head you nodded in thank you. You were never good at showing gratitude. It didn’t come around much in your line of work.

“This is too much, my dear… We are thankful for the repayment but please.. we can’t accept the rest”
Edward took $500 as payment, keeping the rest on the desk.

“I insist. Please… its for everything. Food, lodging, help and support. I have plenty left for my travels.”
You pleaded with them to take the rest.
Nodding in agreement he took the full amount.

“Before you leave, please, we’ll pack you some food and a canteen until you can resupply”
Jennifer quickly got up and exited to the kitchen, brining out a sack with some cans and freah food.

“Please. Take care of yourself, come back to visit us at some point okay? Bring that man of yours I want to see why you refused those gorgeous men in town”
Jennifer giggled and you shook your head with a smile. She wrapped her arms around you in a quick hug before letting you go.

“Thank you both. So very much…. I definitely won’t forget about you both”
Nodding one more time you headed out.

“Oh, and one more thing”
Edward spoke and stood up.

Turning your head you looked at him.
“Don’t get into anymore trouble, Y/N”

Your heart dropped as he spoke your real name… did they know the entire time they were treating an outlaw? A wanted women? They didn’t hand you in.. so they truly cared.

Nodding sheepishly you headed over to the room you stayed in, changing from the dress they’d given you to some work pants and a loose shirt, feeling much more comfortable. Packing what little possessions you had you exited the building for the last time. Nodding before mounting your horse, Staring at the building before kicking on.
Exiting the city definitely felt strange… You’d never been in this part of the county before. As you walked over the bridge, your hip occasionally striking pain down your leg you decided to get your map out, checking your location and the best way to get back to Clements Point.

It was a long shot the gang would still be there but you had to try.
Once over the bridge you kicked your horse into a canter, definitely a bad choice as the pain was intense. Standing up in the saddle you felt a little more comfortable, each bound sending pain shooting through your body… Ignoring it for now you sat back down, pushing forward through the pain to find your family.

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A year.

It had been an entire year since you’d left his life. It didn’t get easier no matter how much the gang kept telling him it would.
The first week was the most painful. Locking himself away from the world in the room he now had in Shady Belle. Not eating, not drinking. He laid on the bed crying, sleeping. Crying some more.
Mrs Grimshaw had to force feed him to keep him alive. Hosea had said he’d happily let himself die if someone didn’t help.

As the months went by he started to emerge. Not saying a word to anyone.
He never left the camp, only floating around like a ghost. The gang felt sorry for the clearly heartbroken man. Occasionally you’d catch him sitting under a tree, writing in his journal. John had even seen Arthur sitting by the river, crying quietly as he stared at a photo the pair of you had taken together… John wasn’t a sentimental man, but he had sat beside his brother that day. They shared the good times they had with you, Arthur smiling and laughing for the first time in months. You were always like a little sister to John, it wasn’t as bad as Arthurs grief. But he felt the pain of your loss too.

Dutch to felt the grief and guilt on his shoulders. He’d as he’d asked you to help in the heist after all, but there was risk with everything they did. He just never expected to lose someone that day. He tried himself to comfort Arthur but like everyone else, they failed.

Even a year later Arthur was still a shell of his former self. He slowly started to interact with the gang more but still sticking to the confines of the camp.
Some people were getting fed up of his sad guy act but Dutch had snapped at them in response, saying they don’t know what true love was and don’t know the pain of loosing someone like that. Hosea and Dutch knew all to well.

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You’d been on the road for a good few days. Arriving at Clements point your heart had sank at the empty space… There were no clues, no hidden notes. Nothing indicating where they went… It couldn’t be too far right?
Standing where Arthurs tent once sat you closed your eyes tight.
You thought about the time you’d been away… A year is a long time… They could be in Tahiti by now.

Continuing your search with more determination than ever came with its risks. Being in the saddle so long definitely didn’t help your wounds. Everytime you dismounted you had to sit for awhile, each bump and stride not aiding in your recovery.
Riding through Scarlet Meadows after an all night ride you started to feel weak. Your determination being the downfall of you as you ate little food and having finished your canteen of water your body was telling you to rest. You didn’t listen.

A year of a much more sheltered and luxurious life had left you weak to your former life. Your body no longer use to starvation and constant beatings it got whilst on the run. Your injuries were getting worse the longer you stayed in the saddle.

Pulling H/N back to a walk you clung to the horn of your saddle, reaching back into your saddlebag carefully to try find some sort of health cure to ease your pain… Hunched over you pulled you feet from the stirrups, looking at your surroundings you noticed the blurred structure of what seemed like a ruined church. Feeling your eyes getting heavy you quickly slung your leg over the saddle, landing with a thud before falling to your knees beside an old stone wall. Breathing heavy you tried ro bring yourseld back from the brink of passing out, soon followed another thud as you fell forward into the dirt. Breathing slowly as the pain radiated from every limb. You were conscious, barely, but unable to move.
You felt H/N nudge against your hair, breathing out shakily before letting sleep take over your weak form.

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Food was always an issue in camp… Nobody ever volunteered to go camping or supply runs to help feed the many mouthes. It was a week of eating old canned foods when decided to go.
Having been out around Scarlet Meadows hunting for fresh meat, already having managed to capture some rabbits, Charles was now on the trail of a deer. He slowly plodded along the wooded area, following the deers tracks into a meadow that looked like an old warzone. Kicking Taimia on he leaned over the side, using his tracking skills to follow them over the hills and through trenches. The terrain in the meadow wasn’t great for tracking and soon he lost the trail.

“Great..”
With a sigh Charles looked at the rabbits stowed on the saddle.
“Looks like Rabbit stew it is..”
Kicking Taima on carefully through the uneven terrain he suddenly spotted a large grey horse stood beside one of the walls. Directly infront of it sat a war torn church… Around these parts you couldn’t be to careful. He’d seen many ambushes in his times and some starting like this.

Charles cautiously approached, huffing a small breath.
“Looks like Y/N’s old horse H/N…”
Charles spoke with pain in his chest at the memory of you.
Looking around he didn’t see an owner and nobody seemed to be hiding ready to attack. As he got closer his confusion mounted.. recognising the saddle. It was Y/Ns saddle… but she was dead? Right?
A little anger bubbled inside of him that someone had taken H/N after her death. This horse meant the world to her, her saddle engraved and altered to perfectly fit only H/N.

Approaching closer he dismounted, leaving Taima to the side as he approached and clicked his tongue to get the Ardennes attention.

“Easy girl…”
As Charles came around the wall he noticed someone laying there. He could tell right away they weren’t dead, unconscious maybe. Getting his gun out he approached the figure, stepping back as the horse started getting irritable with someone close to its rider.
“Easy girl, easy…”

Charles knelt down beside the unknown figure, turning their body over he audibly gasped.
“Y/N?…. Theres no way…”
He was in shock, slowly mooving the hair from the persons face to confirm his suspicions.

There was no way Y/N was laid there before him right now… Arthur swore on his life he saw her get shot… She wasn’t bleeding, she didn’t seem shot.

You felt yourself being moved, sudden panic setting in that someone was going to do something to you, even recognise you and hand you in made you forced your eyes open.. A blurry image of a man knelt before you, blinking several times before your eyes fully focused… Shooting open slightly as you recognised the face.

“C…Charles…?!?”
You questioned softly. Just like he was shocked to see you, you were shocked to see him. Charles Smith was stood before you.. Meaning the gang must be close by!

“Y/N my god…. What happened I… We got to get you back..”
Charles stood quickly and carefully picking you up from the ground. The audible pained noise you made caused him to think. You had clearly been injured badly… Placing you over your saddle sideways he took H/N reins as he hopped on Taima, leading you back to Shady Belle.

He was definitely shocked and still not entirely sure how you ended up so close to camp without clues.

Arthur is going to loose his mind.

He was so far gone at this point that even you walking into camp might not help… It might even kill him to see you suddenly. He needed to be smart about mentioning you.

It was only a short ride back to the camp. Approaching the walls leading to the old manor house Charles pulled Taima to the side behind them, out of sight and less likely to give Arthur a heart attack if he just happened to emerge. Carefully Charles removed you from the saddle, leaning you up against the wall in a sitting position. You were conscious now it seemed… weak, but conscious. Fetching a flash from his saddle he helped you take a drink.

The water helped your aching body, slowly wiping the water from your mouth you breathed out
“W-where are we…”

“We’re at our new camp. I can’t bring you straight in it would be a lot all at once. I’m going to get Dutch… Keep drinking that i’ll be back”
Patting your shoulder he grabbed Taimia, leading her down the path before storming into the old house and to Dutchs room.

“Dutch? You there?”
Banging on the doors Charles was impatient. This situation was far beyond something he could deal with… He jumped As the doors flung open moments later.

“Charles? Everything okay son?”
Dutch turned his head in confusion. Not many people came up so enthusiastic to see him these days.

“Dutch I need you to come with me, I found something and… I don’t know what to do”
Charles turned on his heels, jogging downstairs. Dutch followed quickly without further question both of them storming out of the house and up the road, catching the attention of a few of the camp members as their leader headed out of camp.
Charles turned the corner as you sipped some more water, your hand on your side to put pressure on the pain that kept radiating from your still healing wounds. Another figure caught your attention as you put the canteen down, a small smile on your face.

Dutch stood there for a second not entirely sure what he was looking at. His mouth open, his eyes repeatedly blinking as he realised Y/N was sat there…. Alive?

“My god… Y-Y/N?!?”
Dutch rushed to you, getting on his knees beside you and pulling you into a surprise hug.

“Dutch…”
You whimpered hiding the pain as you were hugged. Your arms immediately went around his neck and squeezed him, trying not to let the tears flow.

“Oh my dear girl, we thought you were dead… How… what happened?!?”
Dutch was confused, but he was grateful. Pulling back from the hug he had a huge smile on his face. It was rare people got killed in his gang, but for one to be killed and apparently reincarnated was definitely rarer.

“Its a long story, Dutch… I don’t wanna keep repeating… I’ll tell it to everyone when It comes to it”
You shuffled to sit up more with a laugh. You already felt mentally better now you were home…

Home… Your mind immediately going to one person.
“Wheres Arthur?”
You questioned with sad eyes. Part of you feared something had happened to him that day too.

“He’s in his room in the house… I think we need to prepare him instead of you turning up at his door…”
Dutch looked back at the manor and then at Charles who nodded in agreement.
“It’s certainly a shock for me and I’m guessing Charles. I can’t imagine what he’ll react like. We all mourned you, Y/N..”
Dutch half laughed but his expression serious.

“It’s not like I had a choice not to come back, Dutch… I was severely injured. I would have been dead if not for a kind Doctor in Saint Denis… I didn’t want to stay away. I thought of you all daily… I cried every-night because I thought I wouldn’t see you all again…”
You had started to choke up, tears streaming down your face at the memory.

“Calm, Y/N. You’re home and we’re going to sort this out..”
Charles comforted you as Dutch stood still in shock.

“Charles. Thank you for finding Y/N, lets head back into camp but don’t tell anyone okay? I’m gonna fetch Hosea and then Arthur.”
The pair walked away, but before they got out of sight you called out

“C-Charles… Thank you… for finding me and bringing me home”
You smiled genuinely, nodding a thank you as they disappeared.

With Charles back in camp, going off to sit quietly and contemplate what happened, Dutch went to find Hosea. Bringing him aside and telling him what Charles had found.

“WHAT?”
Hosea ducked his head down having spoken a bit too loud, turning his head to the properties entrance.
“Shes alive?”
He spoke quieter this time and Dutch nodded.
“We need to get Arthur to come out of hiding and go see her… We need to do it carefully or it could break him”

It took a good 30 minuted to persuade Arthur to come out of his room. He was sat in there silently sketching in his journal, his eyes sunken from neglecting himself. He really didn’t enjoy any social interactions anymore… but hopefully he would appreciate this one.

“What are we doing out here, Dutch? Couldn’t someone else have helped you?”
Arthur spoke with little emotional in his voice as they strolled down the muddy path. His eyes on the ground as they approached the wall.

Dutch looked at Hosea, turning with a deep breath.
“Now Arthur. We need you to stay calm okay? This may be a little shocking to you but Charles found something on his travels.”
Dutch spoke softly as they walked around the wall.. Dutch went around first, nodding and putting a finger up against his lips to shush you before you spoke. Grabbing H/Ns reins he lead her around the wall and into Arthurs view. The visible pain and heartbreak on Arthurs face as he recognised the horse immediately made Dutch frown.

“H/N…”
Arthur stepped forward, sniffling slightly as he felt the emotions come flooding back. Putting a hand on the horses face he let he tears flow down silently, pressing his forehead to the beasts.

Your ears caught the sound of a familiar voice as your horse was lead away, your breath picking up as you tried to hold back from running to him. With your hand over your mouth to hide the painful noises you slowly got to your feet, holding both your hands against your right hip to suppress the pain.

“Thats… not all Charles found…”
Dutch put a hand on Arthurs back and guided him around the wall, smiling as he nodded to you standing there.

When Arthurs eyes met you his entire body went cold. Freezing in place and going tense under Dutch’s hand.
He was seeing a ghost before his eyes, not believing anyone was truly stood there. He wanted to get angry. Thinking the gang had found someone that looked like you in hopes to trick him and stop sulking, but they wouldn’t do that.. His legs became shaky, his arm wrapping around Dutchs shoulder to keep himself steady as he comprehended what was before him. His heart was beating a million miles an hour, tears of confusion flowing with the ones of grief.

“Is…. Is she… is that…”
Arthur breathed out shakily, his voice breaking from the emotions he was feeling.

Your eyes lit up the moment you saw him.
It almost felt like a dream.
You were sure you’d wake up back in that room any moment now. Tilting your head forward as you choked out a loud sob. Neither of your legs would let you move as you simply stared at each other.

A moment passed of Arthur focusing all his senses to be sure you were actually stood there now. Hosea and Dutch had backed off to give you two some time alone, heading down the path to the gang.

Finally being able to control his legs Arthur dashed for you, scooping you up in his arms and pulling you into a tight, crushing hug as he loudly cried out. The pained noise he made echoed through the camp. You didn’t know how to react at first as the breath was taken from your lungs, soon your legs and arms wrapped around him tightly as you buried your face into the side of his neck. With a thud Arthur fell to his knees. Holding you so close, gripping you like you were going to disappear if he let go.
“Y/N…”
He breathed out between each sob, pressing his head into the side of yours, taking in you, your scent, everything. A year of being deprived meant he needed to take everything about you in. His Y/N was here.

“Y-you’re alive…”
His hands ran down your back to prove to himself you were truly there.

Placing repeated kisses against his neck you refused to let go, moving your kisses to his cheek, kissing his face all over.

“I’m here… I’m alive…. You’re here…”
You pressed your forehead against his before capturing his lips in a deep kiss. He wasted no time in kissing you back. He was still savouring the sound of your sweet voice before fully registering the feel of your lips against his. Breaking the kiss you went back to burying your face into his neck. Taking in everything about him.
You were home… Your heart finally feeling full again.

Chapter Text

You both held each other like this for what seemed like hours, whispering to each other to reassure that you were both actually there. That you were alive.. You’d shifted from the knelt position, Arthur was sat against the wall as you were sat in his lap, your head under his chin as you refused to leave his side. You’d been speaking quietly about your time away… You told him what happened on that day. What happened the entire time you were away. He was relieved to know you definitely weren’t buried in some mass grave somewhere.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come home sooner… With my injuries I wouldn’t have got back here in one piece”
Whimpering an apology you pressed your head under his chin, seeking reassurance that you were forgiven.

“Darlin’…. You’re here now thats all I care about”
With a squeeze he let you know that you didn’t have to worry. That you being there in his lap at this moment was all he could ever ask for. He felt pain leave his chest, replaced with the sweet ache of love and affection. Your love and affection he had missed for so long.

Both of your attentions were caught as someone cleared their voice. Stood by the entrance was Dutch and Hosea. Smiles plastered on their faces at the sight of the pair of you.

“Y/N, dear… It’s so good to see you. So good you’re alive”
Hosea said with a chirp in his voice. It warmed your heart to hear his voice

“Hosea… Its good to see you old man. I missed you both so much”
You held back tears again.. going into camp was really going to be very emotional.

“I think its time you two come back into camp… Everyones sat around the fire.”
Dutch spoke softly. Night had fallen and you hadn’t even noticed. Curled up in your lovers lap you didn’t even care there was a world around you.

“You’re right, Dutch”
Arthur spoke softly, kissing the top of your head gently before shuffling like he wanted to get up. He had spent hours with you, it was time the others see you too. He had the rest of his life to have moments like this with you.
Carefully you shuffled off of his lap, sitting on the ground for a moment as Arthur stood and dusted himself down. He extended his hand and you simply laughed.

“I’ll have to show you the full extent of my injuries later, Arthur… but I’m gonna need more than just your hand to get up”
You huffed out.

“Right.. uh”
Arthur quickly went beside you and wrapped an arm around your side, pulling you to your feet as carefully as he could but the way he held you pressed directly on your wound. With a pained gasp he quickly let go, feeling guilty and pulling you into a hug to apologise.

“Shhh, its okay… Just help me walk”
You smiled and wrapped your arm around his torso, his just under your armpit as you hobbled alongside of him towards the camp. Dutch and Hosea in-front to hide people from seeing you right away.

You felt a little nervous as you looked around the new camp. It was definitely bigger and better than any other. It felt strange for there to be a building standing in the centre. A beautiful old plantation house.
Seeing the gang around the campfire made your stomach twist in both fear and excitement.
You didn’t know how they’d react to seeing you. Maybe they’d be angry they grieved for nothing… Maybe they’d ignore you like you were never gone.

Arthur placing several kisses into your hair distracted you from your bad thoughts. His affection comforting your mind as you stood just behind the gang. Approaching the gang Dutch And Hisea blocked the sight of you and Arthur from the group. Carefully you let go of his side, shuffling on the spot to get your footing back. Arthurs arm slipped down around your waist to keep you close, his hand sitting there carefully as not to aggravate you injuries further. He was definitely curious to see the extent of your wounds that kept you from him for so long.

“Everyone…”
Dutch spoke loudly, clearing his throat as everyones attention went to him. With all eyes on Dutch he promptly stepped aside, illuminating you and Arthur in the fires light.Gasps filled the air as everyone spotted you stood there. You simply smiled as tears filled your eyes. Your family were all here and everyone was well.

“Y/N!”
John called out, jogging around the camp with Abigail who seemed just as excited to see you.

“Hi John… Hi Abigail..”
You sniffles, opening your arms and stepping forward as Abigail came in for a hug. Squeezing her hard from joy as she was safe after the move. John had come to your side, patting your shoulder. John was always like a little brother to you, causing Arthur to get jealous on many occasions when you’d wrestled with him.
Quietly you let the tears fall down your cheeks, stepping out of Abigails grasp you grabbed John into a hug. Everyone else had gathered around at this point and cooing and even some tears shed.
“You’re all here… I’m so happy you’re all okay…”
Grasping Mary Beths hand you looked around the bunch of misfits you called family. With an arm around your back Arthur lead you towards the fire so you could sit and speak about your situation.

“You got shot twice and survived? No way…”
Javier spoke unconvinced of your story. He knew you’d been gone for some time, but in their line of work it could have been anything.

“I’m not showing you my scars, Javier. I’d have to get damn naked to show them”
You used your hands to demonstrate the length of the scar. From the centre of your torso to the middle of your thigh sat a large scar from your year away. The only person who you were going to show was Arthur. He can vouch for your injury later on.

You felt Arthur pull you a little closer as Javier pushed his questions. You were his and it would be a cold day in Lemonyne when someone else got to see you in any compromising position.
As the night drew on you felt your eyes getting heavier. The heat from the fire mixed with the warmth and affection Arthur was showing you had mixed with the exhaustion from your long journey.
The soft sound of Arthurs breathing as he pressed his head against yours added to the soothing feeling of love you’d missed for so long.
Yawning softly as you nuzzled into Arthurs shoulder, causing him to chuckle softly.
“I think its time we get you to bed… It’s been an emotional day..”

Blinking yourself awake you nodded. It was only you and sat at the fire now. Everyone else had gone to sleep after the festivities and stories. You definitely needed a good nights rest.
Releasing your grasp around his stomach you shuffled in the dirt as you tried to push yourself off of the ground, only to fall flat on your ass as your wounds betrayed you again.

You really hope this will get easier with time.

Watching Arthur hop up with ease you felt a little jealous that he could do it so easy. His hands going under your arms to lift you up like a child.
“Thank you…”
You huffed out before kissing his cheek, leaning into his side as you headed towards the large manor house.

“Wow you got a roof over your head, stepping it up huh?”
You giggled and looked around the inside of the derelict house. Although the location wasn’t exactly Tahiti, the house and grounds would make an amazing place to call home. Of course it was only a dream…

Looking at the stairs you audibly groaned. You could do it.. it would just take you until morning.
With a chuckle Arthur adjusted his gun belt, scooping you up bridal style whilst positioning his hands to make sure not to press your wounds as he headed up the stairs.

“Mister Morgan!”
You spoke with a giggle, kissing his cheek as he trudged up the steps. He didn’t put you down at the top, spinning around and entering a door backwards.
With long strides he crossed the room quickly, putting you down on the bed that sat in the corner. Looking around the room you hummed.. It wasn’t as run down as the rest of the house, cozy if not for the missing window.
Your eyes rolled across the room until they met Arthur. Stood in the middle of the room as he removed his weapons, bandolier and gun-belt. A year away you almost forgot about how handsome the outlaw was. His stature, his entire demeanour radiated confidence and yet the man you knew doubted himself at every moment.

“Whatchu’ staring at, girlie?”
With a tilted head Arthur watched you stare. A smile on his lips as he unbuckled his belt.

“Just You…”
You stretched and winked. You were about to stretch out on the bed when you noticed his gaze. Eyes falling directly on your right side.
You knew exactly what he was looking at… You were kind of nervous for him to see the messy scar. Part of your mind let you think he’d be disgusted with your body.

“If you want to see it you just need to ask…”

He immediatelt tensed up.
“I- not if you don’t want to… Its just…”
Rubbing the back of his neck he perched against the ammo crates that were entrusted in his care.
“After Javier made comments I just… I wanted to see it for myself.. NOT THAT I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! That ain’t it… I jus”

“Arthur…”
You shook your head. His mind was always easily manipulated by others, but luckily so easily soothed. Slowly pushing off of the old bed you sharply breathed in at the pain. Laughing to yourself as this was already starting to get old.

Slowly you began to unbutton your white shirt, eyes not leaving his the entire time. You couldn’t help but smirk as his entire body language changed at your action… His shoulders relaxed and his chest heaved. It had been a year after all. He was probably as pent up as you.
Removing the shirt you revealed your loose black corset to him. You didn’t tie it up all the way due to your injuries, but it still pushed everything up in the right way.
Kicking your boots off you wiggled slowly out of your pants, listening to his breathing pick up with each movement. You definitely felt proud in the way you got him so worked up, but sadly he wasn’t going to be getting the happy ending he wanted from this display.
Once you were stood in only your corset you turned so your right side was facing him. Showing him the scarring that ran down your thigh.

“Oh Darlin…”
There was pain in his tone as he slowly moved towards you with his hand out, he slowly touched at your exposed wound, running fingers gently down the red raw scar.
A shiver went through your body at the sensation, your sensitive skin causing you to tense.
As his focus was on your lower scar you untied the laces of your corset, breathing out as the pressure was relieved. Holding the material across your front to cover yourself. Your scar was revealed fully to him now… You felt exposed.

Getting on his knees beside you Arthur focused on your wounds. They dark mark from where the bullets entered to the line that followed down from one to the other. His fingers danced along the marks where you’d been sewn back up. Someone had taken you in and cared for you and he needed to thank them personally one day.

Standing slowly he used his hand to turn your face.
“I saw you get shot. I… I couldn’t find you. I asked the local law and they said there was a mass grave where civilians who were killed and unclaimed were burned…”
Hearing his breath catch in his throat you leaned into his touch.

“I’m here…”
Turning to face him you stepped towards him your arms reaching around his neck as he rested his face against your shoulder.
A moment of blissful silence passed before you pulled away. Feeling his hand stay on your waist as you moved.
“I think its time we sleep…”
Dropping the fabric you stepped back, strolling over to the chest Arthur kept his clothes in. Pulling out one of his larger shirts you wrapped it around yourself, buttoning it up half way.

Arthur hadn’t moved from facing the bed, but his head was craining over his shoulder to watch your every move. His head followed you brushed against him to sit on the bed.
Rolling yourself to face the crumbling wall you looked over your shoulder, beckoning the outlaw to come to bed.
It felt childish that you were kind of excited to cuddle in bed with him… A whole year of sleeping alone had started to make you feel needy.

The bed dipped and arms gently wrapped around your chest. A gentle kiss to your neck caused you to sigh happily. Leaning back into the outlaws now bare chest.
“Goodnight, Arthur…”
You purred and settled down as he pulled a blanket over you both. Your skin felt hyper-sensitive to his touch as he pressed against you.
“Goodnight, Y/N…. i love you darlin’”
He spoke softly into your hair. As you fell asleep you knew he stayedawake, his breathing steady.

He wanted to know you were there, terrified he’ll wake up with his arms empty once again. Eventually his mind let him rest, his eyes closing as he listened to the sound of your breathing.
Better than any Lullaby.