Pulling that bait-and-switch on your betas like:

When someone says they don’t like your genre:

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Acting totally confident about your writing even though you’re pretty sure it’s the worst thing that’s ever been written ever:

Sliding into that slush pile like:

When someone asks you — a writer — if you want a drink:

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What fictional death impacted you the most?

For me it’s the iconic “Not Penny’s boat” moment. What fictional death got to you the most?

It strange for Nadir to see his ‘friend’, if you could him such after the harassment he had received this week past from him, look sick to the stomach and jittery with nerves. Whilst Nadir condoned the whole affair and made sure Erik knew this, he still tried to help him in anyway possible. If it would make Christine’s life easier, then he would try for her sake.

It had been almost funny to see how Erik and Christine’s roles had reversed, as if she had adjusted to new future without any hindrance. If anything, she walked around with a pinched forehead as she was constantly in thought, ignoring Raoul and confiding in her surrogate mother, Madame Giry. Erik on the other hand, did not know what to do with himself. He had been well adjusted to a life of solitude. He had not thought Christine would take his proposal so seriously, and whilst annoyed that she was doing it out for love for Raoul, he would take whatever chance he could take. It was only when Nadir was scrutinising the set of rings in his wide palm did he really panic.

“Oh my lord, what have I done?”  Nadir jerked his head up at the panic in Erik’s voice, staring at him in surprise.

“What do you mean?” He watched, agitated, as Erik paced manically in front of him, the tails of his jacket fluttering behind him. A top hat rested on the table beside him, a stemless red rose sitting on the rim and Erik grabbed it, pinching the rim as he got lost in thought. “Erik, what do you mean?” Nadir repeated, placing the rings back in their velveteen box. He was glad to put them away. They had felt like cold, dead weights in his hand as if their story was a tragic one.

“Why am I such a monster? To put her through this… with me?” He said, almost whispering.

“I must say, this is a change of heart.”

“Mother said I’d die alone. She was right. I cannot do this to Christine but every time I look at her… Oh I just want her so desperately.” He moaned, as if in pain, and sank into the nearest seat available. “What have I done?” Despite the anguish, Nadir smiled and wondered over, placing a hand on Erik’s bony shoulder.

“I am glad to see the Erik I know back with us. I was afraid you’d be stuck in that manic mood forever. You can tell her when she arrives that she no longer has to go through with this.”

“But… I love her.” Erik muttered, eyeing the ring box that Nadir still held in his hand.

“I know but… Sometimes we have to let the ones that we love go. Christine does not love you. It wouldn’t be fair on her.” Nadir said gently, feeling very much like an old, wise man.

“Erik never gets what he wants.” Erik murmured sulkily and Nadir tutted at the statement.

“Please don’t start talking in third person again, you know it sets me on edge.” Erik rolled his eyes but before he could say anything, a stern cough interrupted him and both men looked to see Christine in the gown Erik had made with a very concerned Madame Giry at her side.

“Gentlemen.” She said snidely, Christine’s hand gripping the crook of her arm.

“Oh God…” Was all Erik could say.

50 (kind of) random writing prompts!

1. “No double dipping”

2. “That mouth of yours, does it ever stop making noise”

3. “I guess my legs just won’t take me up the stairs. Looks like you’re gonna have to”

4. “I personally think you’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met, but that’s just me.”

5. “Why won’t you let me kiss you already”

6. “I think skirts were made to cover up your bum not the opposite”

7. “No! Keep the lights on”

8. “Stop snoring you sound like an cow”

9. “Jesus, put a shirt on”

10. “Seven minutes in heaven is for teenagers”

11. “You’re acting like a toddler”

12. “Face it you’re mad at me for being cuter than you”

13. “I swear if I cry you have to buy me dinner”

14. “You’re a pig”

15. “If you take one more fry I will kill you”

16. “Keeps your elbows off the table”

17. “It’s your turn to cook”

18. “This cake tastes like crap”

19. “You know one day I’m just going to stop buying new TVs”

20. “Are you sure you can count to 10”

21. “Your driving is absolute garbage”

22. “Where did you hide my keys this time”

23. “Pass the salt before I have a break down”

24. “Slam that door one more time and I’ll shove my foot straight up your *insert profanity*”

25. “Why do you have to be so annoying yet so perfect all the time”

26. “Why are my bed sheets wet”

27. “Jesus Christ! Knock next time would you”

28. “It’s not that bad”

29. “I’m over here trying to sleep and your over there trying to get into my pants”

30. “Your shirt looks like it was drug through the mud”

31. “Oh my lord fix your hair, it looks like a birds nest”

32. “Stop! You’re making my ears bleed”

33. “You were the ugliest child that I have ever seen”

34. “Your mom thinks I’m an idiot”

35. “Oh quit your whining”

36. “Do you have a mute button”

37. “Is annoying people a hobby of yours, because if so maybe you should try knitting”

38. “How many photos can one have of a person”

39. “You have money go and get yourself a blanket that’s not mine”

40. “Sometimes I think you’re very cute other times i want to bash your head in”

41. “It must be impossible living with you”

42. “Roses are so cliché, so get me roses”

43. “You’re awfully cute when you’re not talking”

45. “I don’t feel like doing it therefore you have to”

46. “You’re breath smells like a sewer”

47. “It’s called reading maybe you should try it sometime”

48. “There is a thing called chairs, love”

49. “Well it’s kind of hard to move when you’re sitting on my lap”

50. “Come on just one more kiss”

Queen/BoRhap writing prompts!

These can be used for any fandom but I had both Queenandthe Beatles in mind while writing these. This is my first time doing this but I figured if I’m not going to write a fic why not help others out! I hope these aren’t crappy, oops.

1. “Why are your lips so god damn soft”

2. “You’re such a tease”

3. “You’re hot when you’re mad”

4. “Stop blushing so much people are gonna start wondering”

5. “What if (band members/persons name) walks in”

6. “Turn on the lights I want to see your face”

7. “Why would he write a song about me”

8. “It’ll be our little secret”

9. “Tell me how does one dance so badly”

10. “Cause I love you.” “Yah?” “Yah yah.” [that was so bad and cheesy]

11. “We are at an important dinner we can’t just leave”

12. “I’m tired of scrabble, how about a game of truth or dare”

13. “Pinky promise”

14. “You have horrible taste in music”

15. “Shirts have buttons for a reason”

16. “Take a picture it’ll last longer”

17 “If I’m that bad then come teach me”

18. “That skirt’s awfully short”

19. “Quiet down someone is going to hear us”

20. “Don’t call me cute. I’m not cute”

-I’ll be making more of these for sure but this was my first time making a prompt list and I don’t really know if I did it right but eh. Also sorry that they’re bad I’m just not that creative, oof. (sorry that it’s so short I’ll try and make some longers lists but for my first one this should be good-ish)

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- how many chapters you’ve covered in the last 24 hours

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- the emotional outbreaks you’re experiencing

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- the general public’s reaction to your outbreak

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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

Fatherhood And Other Dreams

Previous Chapter/First Chapter /Next Chapter

Back in America, Sadie and (y/n) helped the gang move to Lakay and they did their best to keep everyone safe. Charles and (y/n) would also go hunt and find food until Charles made (y/n) stay at the hideout as she seemed too sick and tired. She’d argue with him but he was concerned for her health and told her to go rest.

(Y/n), reluctantly, stayed at the small abandoned cabin and tried to help Sadie with everyone. Abigail was still shaken up about what happened in Saint Denis and (y/n) did her best to help calm her down. Swanson had actually gone clean as he stopped taken the morphine he had hidden in his Bible, which was hallow in the middle. 

Karen, on the other hand, had taken to the drink way harder than normal. Every moment (y/n) saw Karen, she always had a bottle in her hand and guzzle it down. Molly had, surprisingly, disappeared and nobody knows where she went but she was the least of their worries right now.

Abigail and Charles had gone and stole Hosea and Lenny’s body and gave them a burial. Everyone drank in their memory once they were buried.

As for (y/n), there were days she felt sick and would puke but then there were days where she would feel just exhausted even when she didn’t do much. There was also times where she felt her emotions running wild. Like she would randomly cry or get annoyed easily or sometimes be happy.

She started to think that she was going crazy and some of the others took a bit of notice. Mary-Beth, Sadie, Tilly, Charles, Swanson, Grimshaw and Pearson were all concerned for her but some of them thought that she was just upset that Arthur was missing.

Karen was too drunk to even care and Strauss was a little concerned but not much as he was more worried on how he was gonna collect his debts now. But Charles and Sadie were the ones who were most concerned as they knew (y/n) wasn’t acting like herself.

Sadie would ask her if everything was okay and (y/n) would say she was but Sadie didn’t believe it. “I really think you should go see a doctor.” Sadie said and (y/n) shakes her head. “I’m fine, Sadie.” She said. “I don’t think you are. You’ve been throwing up almost every morning, you complain that you’re tired, you’ve been looking a bit pale but also got this sort’ve glow around you.” Sadie said and (y/n)’s body stiffens as she listened and her mind ran a mile a minute.

She didn’t realize until Sadie listed it all. She now realized why this sorta felt familiar. She had these symptoms before…back when she was pregnant with Annebeth.

“Oh God.” (Y/n) gasped and she placed her hand over her mouth. “What?” Sadie asked, worried. “I’m…I think…quite possibly…I might be pregnant.” (Y/n) said and now it was Sadie’s turn to gasp. (Y/n) buries her face in her hands as she cursed herself for not thinking of this earlier.

“I’m such of fool for not thinking of that sooner.” She said and Sadie places a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay.” Sadie said to (y/n), who huffs out a sigh them goes to stand up from her chair. “I need…I need to think…” (y/n) said as she walks over to her horse. “Okay…I’ll watch over Annebeth. ” Sadie said, worried, while (y/n) mounts her horse and leaves the camp.

As she left the camp, (y/n) started to think over the idea that she was pregnant. Of course, Arthur is the father but how would Arthur take the news? Would he be upset? Would he leave her right then and there once she tells him? Her mind is spiraling with all the negative thoughts lingering in her mind.

Especially when she was left to raise Annabeth alone after Oliver left, and she’s afraid people would shun her as a harlot and by being related to her, her children would be labled as the bastard children.

Why are you so worried about this? A voice in her head asked her. He has showed you time and time again that he loves you and he loves and cares for Annebeth. For God’s sake, he was willingly gonna leave the gang for you. the voice said and (y/n) slightly raises her eyes as she looks towards the road. You’re being a silly old woman. The voice said and she sighs.

“(Y/n)?” A familiar voice said and she looks over to see Oliver on his horse and keeping pace with her horse. “Oliver?” She said, confused, and Oliver smiles. “What are you doing out here by yourself?” Oliver asked her. “I-I-uh…I needed to clear my head.” (Y/n) replied as Oliver watches her then he turns his head, looks down then let’s out a sigh.

“I want to ask you something.” He said and she gives a look of intrigue to him. “That gentleman you were with, Arthur. Is he…is he involved with the Van Der Lande gang?” He asked her.

(Y/n) gives him a surprised look before she turns her head away. “(Y/n)…” Oliver said, a sound of disappointment and concern. “Yes..he is.” She replied, softly. “How could you get involved with those criminals?” He asked her. “I told you, they saved me and Annebeth.” (Y/n) said. “By saved you and Annebeth…” he started to say and (y/n) sighs.

“Have you heard of the O’Driscoll gang?” (Y/n) asked him and Oliver nods. “Of course, him and Van Der Linde are among some of the most well-known gangs out there. They’re constantly in the paper.” Oliver said. “Well, some of the O’Driscoll gang came to my family home and killed my mother and father…” (y/n) said and Oliver’s eyes widen and his mouth opens, slightly.

“They were about to kill me and Annebeth but Dutch, Hosea and Arthur came in and saved us.” (Y/n) said and Oliver frowns. “Oh, (y/n)…” he mutters. “I know what they do is not good but most of them are good people that are just trying to survive.” (Y/n) said and Oliver frowns and looks down. 

(Y/n) noticed that he had a conflicting look on his face as if he were deciding on something. “You’re not gonna turn me in to the law, are you?” She asked and he looks back at her. “I should, I mean they rob the Saint Denis bank almost a week ago and you probably know where they are….but I’m not.” He said and he sighs.

“I’ll be honest with you, Oliver. I don’t know where they are and I don’t know when they’ll be back.” She replied and Oliver gives her a concerned look before turning his head away. “I really should’ve been there that night, I coulda stopped those O'Driscoll’s from killing your parents. If I wasn’t such a coward…” Oliver growls.

“Oliver, we’ve been through this…it’s in the past. We can’t change it. Sometimes I wish things were different but they ain’t. So we move on from it.” (Y/n) said. “I know…but doesn’t change the fact that I still feel guilty. I should’ve stayed…I should’ve been there.” Oliver said. “If you were there, Oliver, you would’ve been killed too.” (Y/n) said. “Maybe…but at least I would’ve been there and died trying to protect you and Annebeth.” He said and she gives a gratified smiled to him.

Oliver smiles back to her then clears his throat. “Anyway…what are you doing out here? Is Annebeth alright?” He asked her. “Oh just…got alot on my mind. Thought getting out of camp would help clear my mind. And Annebeth is safe with a friend of mine. You?” She asked him. “Oh…it’s my father…” Oliver said and (y/n) gives him a worried look.

“Your father?” She asked him and Oliver sighs. “Yeah…ever since mother died, he’s…” Oliver sighs and shakes his head. “Your mother died?! When?” (Y/n) asked, shocked, and Oliver gives a small scoff. “Um…a few months after I left you. I’ve uh…I’ve had a fallen out with them when I told them I left you. They were disappointed in me.” He explains as (y/n) listens, intently.

“I told them that you would probably not want to see them so I told them to not go to you and they became extremely angry and then mother died about a couple of months later.” Oliver explained then shakes his head as they come up to the bridge that leads to Saint Denis. “Father blamed me for mother’s death. Saying I broke her heart for keeping her from seeing her granddaughter and the shame I put on the family.”

“Oh Oliver…” (y/n) said, sympathetically. “Yeah. So Father has turned to drinking and he’s been gambling his money away and God knows what else he’s been doing.” He said. “So…where is he?” (Y/n) asked. “He said something about going to the Theodore Eckhart stables. Something about a horse.” Oliver said and (y/n) nods.

“You need some help?” She asked him and he looks over at her. “You don’t have to do that. I can do it.” Oliver said and (y/n) shakes her head. “I don’t mind. This will at least keep my mind occupied.” (Y/n) said and Oliver smiles as they head to the stables.

“What do you think he’s up to?” (Y/n) asked him. “I’m not sure….he keeps saying it’s a disgrace…a man of his standing has to ride around some nag.” Oliver explains. “That don’t sound like him at all.” (Y/n) said. “Like I said, he’s taken to drinking ever since mother died. And it’s lead him down a very dark path. I’ve noticed him pawning off things left and right…getting involved with bad people. I’ve tried to talk to him but…he won’t listen to me and ignores me, claiming he has no son.” Oliver said.

“My Lord. I’m so sorry, Oliver.” (Y/n) said to him, sympathetically. “Hey, it’s my fault. I can take it.” He said. “But you can’t be blamed for your mother’s death.” (Y/n) said to him and Oliver scoffs. “Try telling that to my father.” He said, in an upset tone, as they come up to the stables.

“Well, here it is.” Oliver said as they come up to the reddish-brown brick building, with a green sigh and yellow lettering that said Theodore Eckhart Stables. The two dismount their horses as they walk up to the large red barn doors.

“I’m gonna go in, see what kind’ve state he’s in.” Oliver said and (y/n) nods. “Okay.” She said as he opens the door. “Scream if you need any help.” She said and he turns to her. “The sarcasm is new.” He notes and she smiles and shrugs as he shakes his head and heads inside.

Immediately, (y/n) felt the wave of nausea hit her again. “Oh no…” she mutters and she goes over to the corner of the building and pukes again. She heaves for a moment then spits on the ground and pulls out a handkerchief out of her bag. She wiped her mouth and tosses the cloth in a nearby trash can when a voice asked. “You okay, miss?”

She looks over and sees a young man sweeping the sidewalk. “Yeah, I’m fine..I’m just…” she started to explain when she heard loud voices coming from the stables.

“I’VE TOLD YOU TO NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!”

She watches the door as it burst open and saw the familiar figure of Oliver’s father, Albert. He was tall like his son and had the same blue eyes as him too. But what took (y/n) aback was Albert’s once clean clothes were now dirty, it looked like he had rolled around in the mud with the pigs, and his hair had receded to the point where the top of his head was completely bald, only had hair around his temples.

His face was sunken in and the man had grown a long, scraggly white beard. If (y/n) had not known him, she would’ve thought he was one of the many homeless beggars around town. Oliver had run over to his father as he said. “Father, please!”

“No! I want you to stay away from me! I don’t need you! I don’t need anybody!” Albert screamed as he walks away. “Father!” Oliver cried out before he scoffs then growls while (y/n) walks up to him. “Oh my God.” (Y/n) said as she walks up to him and Oliver noticed the look of fright and horror on her face. “I know.” He mutters, understanding that she couldn’t believe at what she was seeing.

“C'mon, we’ve got to follow him.” Oliver said and he and (y/n) walk down the backroads of the stables as Albert walks on. He takes a corner then goes on and disappears behind some crates and the two former couple follow close by but not close enough for him to see them.

They get behind the crates to see there was a corner alley behind them and (y/n) started to walk ahead but Oliver grabs her arm and starts to pull her back. “Wait! He might see us.” He said as he puts her up against the wall and places his arms on either side of (y/n)’s head, his body almost acting like a shield for her, as they hear Albert shout. “Mind where you go, mind where you go!" 

Oliver takes a quick peak around the corner then pulls back and looks down at (y/n). She looks back at him, her heart beating hard against her throat, and gazed into Oliver’s blue eyes. As she gazed into them, she couldn’t help but think of Arthur and how much she missed him. 

She turns her head away and asked. "You think he saw us?”

“I don’t think so.” Oliver said as he removed his arms off of the wall and backs away. The two look over the corner and see Albert, drunkenly, yelling at a man. “I’ll wipe that damn smirk clean off your face." 

"Ain’t you a little old for brawling, mister?” The man said as he walks away. “Damn you!” Albert yells and walks off and the duo continue to follow.

They go through one alleyway, cross the street only to see Albert turn down another alleyway. “What’s he doing?” Oliver asked, aloud. “I don’t know. Guess we’ll find out.” (Y/n) said as they turn down the alley and see Albert walking down and turns to the right. Oliver and (y/n) come up to the end of the building and lean against the wall and see Albert standing there.

“What’s he doing?” Oliver asked again and (y/n) shrugs. “Either he’s waiting for a woman of dubious morals or…he’s trying to sell something.” (Y/n) said just as the back door, of the building they were leaning against, opens and out comes a man, a bit young than Albert but older than Oliver and (y/n) wearing a clean suit, walks out.

“So, Ashton, you got the money?” Albert asked. “Have you got the brooch and the necklace, Mr. Dudley?” Ashton asked and (y/n) noticed how Oliver looked angry at this. “Yes.” Albert said as he digs into his pocket and pulls out a couple of boxed and hands it to Ashton.

“Here.” He said and Ashton takes the jewelry boxes, pockets them and pulls out a stack of cash. “Here’s the money.” He said and Albert goes to grab the cash but Ashton pulls back, puts the cash back in his coat pocket and pulls out the jewelry boxes and opens them to inspect them.

“They are beautiful.” He said. “It’s a family heirloom, it’s been in the family for years.” Albert said while Oliver glares at his father. “That’s my mother’s jewelry.” He growls in a whisper.

“Not any longer, Mr. Dudley.” Ashton said as he pockets the jewelry again then pulls out the cash and hands it to Albert. “Enjoy the money…and, should you need any more…I can offer you a loan at a very reasonable rate of interest.” Ashton offers and Albert turns to him. “No, thank you. I’ve heard what happens to folks who take loans from you.” Albert said to Ashton.

“It’s not even his to sell…” Oliver mutters to (y/n) as Ashton said to Albert. “I’ve met a hundred men like you, Mr. Dudley. You’ll come crawling back soon enough.” Then Ashton walks off while Oliver growls and stomps towards his father.

“You sold mother’s brooch and necklace?!” Oliver yells and Albert turns to Oliver. “You? And what the hell where you gonna do with it? Wear it?” Albert asked Oliver, angrily. “No. I was hoping, in the future, to give them to a woman I would one day call my wife.” Oliver said and Albert laughs, loudly.

“You a married man? You ran away from the girl that was with your child, saying you were scared to get married and now, you’re telling me that you would’ve given those to a soon-to-be wife?!” Albert said before he laughs, obnoxiously. “It could happen one day, father.” Oliver said. “Yeah, when pigs fly.” Albert said and (y/n) huffs out a sigh then shouts. “That’s enough!”

She turns the corner to see that Oliver and Albert were almost in each other’s faces and Albert turn to her and he seemed taken aback to see her there. “(Y/n)? Is that you?” He asked, shocked, sounding like the man she knew years ago.

“Please stop berating him, Mr, Dudley.” She said then Albert looks between the two. “Wait…are you…?” He asked as he gestures between the two but they shake their heads. “No, father. We’re not together.” Oliver explains and Albert looks over at (y/n), almost like he was hoping Oliver was kidding.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dudley.” She said, shaking her head. “Then why are you with him?” Albert asked. “We just met up in town. And I want to say to you is you gotta stop blaming Oliver on things that are out of his control.” (Y/n) said and Albert looks taken aback by this then she looks over at Oliver.

“You think that man is still around?” She asked and he shrugs. “I don’t know and she starts to walk off. "I’ll be back.” She said. “Wait, where you going?” Oliver asked her. “I’m gonna get the brooch and necklace back.” She said and she walks around the next corner.

She walks out into the streets and saw Ashton getting into a carriage. “Hey! Wait! Mr. Ashton!” She calls out as the carriage starts to head off. She runs and grabs a nearest horse and mounts it then takes off after it. “Wait! Stop! Need to talk to you!” She shouts as she catches up to the carriage.

She gets up behind it and jumps on the carriage then climbs over then pulls the passenger off of the front seat. He falls and she gets up on the seat and shoves the driver off while she hears Ashton yelling at her. “Did Mr Dudley put you up to this?" 

She pulls the carriage off to a secluded section then stops it and jumps off of the carriage. "What the hell do you want?” Ashton asked her as he opens the door of the carriage "That brooch and necklace was not Mr Dudley’s to sale.“ She said and Ashton walks out. "I bought it fair and square.” He said and (y/n) rolls her eyes.

Then she takes her gun out of her holster and points it at Ashton, who jumps at this. "O-O-O-Okay. Let’s not..let’s not go too crazy.“ He said. "Then give me the necklace and the brooch.” She demanded. “Okay, okay, here.” He said as he pulls out the boxes and hands them to her.

She takes them and puts them in her satchel then pulls out some money she had. “Here, for your troubles.” (Y/n) said as she hands him the money and he takes it. “Oh Lord…Oh God…” Ashton mutters as (y/n) holsters her gun and gets back on the carriage and drives it back to the city.

She makes it back to Saint Denis and heads over close to the area she left Oliver, only to see him leaning against the wall of a building alone. She gets off of the carriage and walks over to him and she could see he looked upset. “Hey, where’s your father?” She asked him. “I don’t know.” He replied, dejected, then he sighs heavily through his nose.

(y/n) sighs as she walks up to him. “Want to go look for him?” She asked him and Oliver shakes his head. “I’m sorry….” she said and he shakes his head again. “It’s okay.” He said then (y/n) frowns then pulls out the jewelry boxes out of her satchel.

“Here got these for ya.” She said as she holds them out to him. Oliver grabs them and gives her a smile. “Thank you.” He said as he looks down at them. “I owe you one.” He said. “You already owe me.” She said and she starts to walk away. “You know…” Oliver said and this makes her stop and turn to him.

“I was supposed to give these to you when we got married, that way you could’ve passed them down to Annebeth.” He said and (y/n) gives him a puzzled look. He looks down at the jewelry then holds out the box, with the brooch inside, to (y/n). “Here…” he said and she looks up at him. 

“Oliver, I-I…I can’t accept this. This should go to whoever will take your hand in marriage.” (Y/n) said but Oliver shakes his head, slightly. “You can at least take this brooch. I think my mother, if she were still alive, would love for you to have this.” He said as he still holds out the brooch, which (y/n) could tell was gold with some blue stones in it.

She looks over at Oliver and slowly takes it. “I don’t know what to say…” she mutters as she looks down at it. “Just take it as the first steps of me making up for all the pain I’ve caused you.” Oliver said and (y/n) smiles at him. “Thank you, Oliver.” She said, softly, her eyes watering up. “You’re welcome.” He said and she nods at him before she thinks for a moment then goes to give him a hug.

He hugs her back and she, quickly, pulls away from him. She turns and whistles for her horse and it comes trotting up to her. She goes to mount it but Oliver speaks up.

“Hey.” Oliver calls out and (y/n) turns to him and she could tell that he wanted to say something and he was trying to decide on his words. "Please be careful out there, (y/n). I know you care for those people in that gang..but…you really need to think about you and Annebeth. Cause I can tell, with how everything is going, the time for outlaws is coming to end. And I don’t want you to be part of that downfall.“ He said and (y/n) stares into his eyes.

"I know.” She said and he nods. “Take care now.” She said as she gets on her horse and takes off, leaving him behind. 

Meanwhile, in Guarma, Arthur had helped get Hercule’s friends out from being kidnapped by Fussar’s men and had helped Dutch save Javier. Now he was laying on a cot, waiting for tomorrow as they were going to talk to Hercule about getting a boat off of this island, and there was a moment he couldn’t erase from his mind.

Dutch had an old woman help them to get around the island so that they could get into the compound and save Javier. They made their way through some caves and had come up to a ladder, which lead to a hole, and the old woman started to demand more money from Dutch.

“This way?” Dutch asked her as they come up to the ladder. “Then you pay more.” The old woman, Gloria, said. “Okay.” Dutch said as he walks up to Gloria. “More.” She demanded. “Just a second.” Dutch whispers as he goes to touch her but she smacks his hand away from her.

“Pay more. Pay now.” She demanded again then Dutch grabbed her hand and his other hand goes to her throat. “Dutch.” Arthur said, concerned, as Dutch slams Gloria’s head against the ladder, making her drop her knife. “What are you doing?” Arthur asked, confused, as Dutch slams her head against the ladder again and begins to strangle her with both hands.

“Jesus. Easy, Dutch.” Arthur said and then Dutch tosses Gloria’s body to the side. “What was that?” Arthur asked. “Horrible old crone.” Dutch sneered as he kneels down and takes back the gold bar he had given to her earlier.

“But you killed her.” Arthur pointed out. “She was going to betray us, Arthur. Couldn’t you tell?” Dutch asked as he goes to the ladder. “No.” Arthur replied, honestly. “Well, I got some Spanish. She was.” Dutch said and he starts to place his hand and foot on the steps when Arthur speaks up.

“You keep killing folk, Dutch.” he said, sounding a bit worried, and Dutch turns to him with a stern look. “I am just trying to make sure that some of us survive, Arthur. Now, shall we proceed?” Dutch asked in a firm, calm voice. “I guess.” Arthur replied, shrugging and not having much of a choice. 

Then Dutch climbs up the ladder, Arthur soon follows. “Listen, son. You think I want any of this?” Dutch asked him. “I don’t know.” Arthur said as they make it to the top and realize they were in a small area of ruins. “Of course I don’t, but I made a pledge to you all, we would survive, no matter what.” Dutch said as they take cover by some walls and look out on the doorway.

“So how did you know she was going to betray us? What she say?” Arthur asked Dutch. “It was in her eyes and the way she was leading us.” Dutch said, almost sounding like he was blowing him off. But this catches Arthur’s attention. “But you said you knew Spanish.” He said and Dutch turns to him. “I know human beings, Arthur.” he said and Arthur scoffs at this.

“Are you going to strangle me next?” He asked Dutch. “I’m doing the best I can.” Dutch said in a low voice and soon after they saw some of Fussar’s men dragging Javier in.

Arthur, as he lays in his cot hours later, still couldn’t believe what he saw. Dutch killing a woman in cold blood. He had heard that Dutch killed a woman back in Blackwater but he thought that maybe it was a mistake. Dutch never killed anyone in cold blood, there was always a reason for it. 

But he saw right in front of his eyes, Dutch killing a woman in cold blood. Never in his life he had ever witnessed this before him. He didn’t believe it when Javier told him that Dutch killed that woman back in Blackwater but now….

He sighs and goes to sleep as he kept telling himself that he just needed to get through at least a couple more days and he’ll be heading back home.

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The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Female!Reader)

Chapter 13: The Jedi

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After dropping out of hyperspace, the Razor Crest approaches the planet Corvus. “Corvus, this is the place.” Din said. “I’ve detected a beacon.” (Y/n) informs him. “Ok. I’m gonna start the landing cycle.” Din said then he turns to the Child, who was sitting on (y/n)’s lap. “You better get back in your seat.” He tells him and the Child looks around then stares at the lever knob.

“Hey, what did I tell you? Back in your seat.” Din said and the Child looks up at him then coos as (y/n) turns around in her seat and places him in the other seat. She turns back around and the Child looks between the two hunters before looking back at the knob.

He stares at it, coos then he raises his hand and started to use the Force to get the knob. (Y/n) felt some sort’ve power and she looks over, sees the knob turning before it comes off and floats to the Child. She smiles at this and lets it slide as Din steers the Razor Crest towards the planet.

The Razor Crest enters the atmosphere of Corvus then lands in this forest that looked like it got destroyed. The hangar comes open and Din and (y/n) walk out while the Child walks on the hangar then sits down as he looks at the knob. The hunters turn around and Din notices what the Child was holding.

“What did I say about that?” Din said as he leans down and takes the knob out of the Child’s hand. “This needs to stay in the ship.” He tells the Child as the youngling whines. “Din, he’s just a kid.” (Y/n) defends. “He needs to understand that this is not a toy.” Din said as he holds up the knob then pockets it.

(Y/n) sighs then turns to the Child and mouths a I’m sorry to him. “Not much to see out here.” Din said as he looks around the forest. “Never had dealing with a Jedi before.” He said as the Child stands up and goes over to (y/n) and holds his arms out to her.

She kneels down, picks him and starts to carry him. “Neither have I. Let’s head into town. See if we can pick up a lead.” (Y/n) said and the two hunters began walking while the Child starts to clutch the crystal around her neck.

Later, they come up to a large structural wall and see some guards on top of the wall. One of them, that wasn’t wearing a mask, speaks up. “State your business.” He orders. “Been tracking for a few days. Looking for a layover.” Din tells him. “Nice armor. You two are hunters, then?” The man, Lang, said while the Child, who was hiding in Din’s bag, peaking out and looking worried. “That’s right.” Din said.

“Guild?” Lang asked the hunters. “Last we checked.” (Y/n) said and one of the masked guards turns to Lang and begins to speak to him in their own language. “Open the gate.” Lang said and the gate begins to open. The two hunters walk inside and the gate closes behind them.

As they enter and walk in more of the garden community, (y/n) noticed that there didn’t seem that much people walking out on the street. Then they come up to an old female vendor. “Pardon me, vendor, have you heard of anyone…” Din started to ask but the woman turns and walks away. Din sighs at this while (y/n) mutters. “Rude.”

The two look around and noticed, down an alley, there was a man kneeling down to two kids, helping them. “You there. We need some information.” Din said and the kids and the man look up at them. “We’re looking for someone.” Din said.

The man turns to the kids and whispers something to then before he turns back to the hunters while the kids run off. “Please, do not speak to them, or to any of us.” The villager said. “Look, we just need to know…” (y/n) said but then a modulated voice speaks behind the hunters while the villager looks at them in fear.

“The Magistrate wants to see you two.” The voice said and the hunters turn around to see that it was the guards. Din and (y/n) share a look before they go with the guards.

They lead the duo to a large building with a gate in front of it, with about three poles on each side with some people inside of it, which shocked the prisoners inside of them. “Help us.” One prisoner pleads to the hunters before he gets shocked. “She’ll kill us all.” Another prisoner said and (y/n) looks at them and couldn’t help but feel bad for these people. 

They’re living in fear. ​​She thought as the gate opens and the hunters walking inside, the Child ducking down in the bag, fearfully.

The duo walk in and immediately it was like stepping into a different world. While outside of these gates, it looked like the very poor parts of town, dirty and rundown. But this place place looked like a paradise; water, trees and the large building looked well kept.

“Come forward.” The Magistrate ordered as she was feeding something in the water. The duo walk up to her as the Magistrate asked. “You are a Mandalorian?”

“Yes.” Din replied then Magistrate turns to (y/n). “And you?” She asked. “A skillful bounty hunter.” (Y/n) replied, figuring that it was easier to say that than going in depth of who she is. 

“I have a proposition that may interest you two.” The Magistrate said. “Our price is high.” Din informs her and the Magistrate turns to face them. “This target is priceless. A Jedi plagues me. I want both of you to kill her.” The Magistrate said. “That’s a difficult task.” (Y/n) said. “One that you two are well-suited for. The Jedi are the ancient enemy of Mandalore.” said the Magistrate.

“As I said, our price is high.” Din said then a guard walks up, holding two spears. The Magistrate turns and holds her hands out and takes the spears once the guard comes up to her. She holds the spears as she turns to the hunters.

“What do you two make of these?” She asked. The two hunters walk up to her, take the spears and look them over. Then Din hits the spear against his gauntlet and it let’s out a loud ding. 

“Beskar.” Din and (y/n) said and the Magistrate smiles. “Pure beskar…like your armor.” She said, nodding towards Din. “Kill the Jedi and they’re yours." 

The two hunters share a look and (y/n) nods at him before they hand the spears back to her. "Where do we find this Jedi?” Din asked her and the Magistrate smiles, proudly.

Later, the two hunters were escorted out of the community by Lang. The Child coos and Lang looks down at the bag and notices him. “What is that thing?” He asked. “We keep it around for luck.” Din tells him. “You’re gonna need it where you two are headed.” Lang said. Din and (y/n) look over at him and they make their way into the burnt down forest.

“Well, these are the coordinates.” Din said, after making it deeper into the forest, as he and (y/n) pull out their rifles. “Keep your eyes open. We’ve got to be close.” (Y/n) said and the two look around, Din using the scanner in his helmet while (y/n) just looks around.

Then a rustling sound breaks the silence. “You hear that?” Din asked then he takes the Child out of the bag and place him on a large mound of dirt. “Don’t worry. Sit right here. We’re gonna see what’s out there.” Din said and he pulls out his binoculars and looks around only to see large creatures nearby.

“False alarm.” He said just as (y/n) sensed something behind her. She gasped then turned around, activates her shield and blocks an attack from the Jedi.

The Jedi begins to slice her double white lightsabers but each hit was blocked by (y/n)’s shield until Din uses his flame thrower at the Jedi. The Jedi jumps and flips over while Din activates his grapple and it wraps around the Jedi.

She looks up at a tree branch, smiles then jumps over the branch which made Din go up. “Dank farrik.” (Y/n) mutters and Din cuts the grappling cord and falls down. The Jedi turns around and was bout to attack Din when (y/n) shouts. “Ahsoka Tano!" 

Ahsoka stops as (y/n) continues. "Bo-Katan sent us. We need to talk.” She said and Ahsoka looks over her shoulder then back at the hunters. “I hope it’s about him.” She said as she lowers her lightsabers and the duo turn to the Child.

Ahsoka walks up to the Child and smiles, softly, at him while the hunters come up next to her.

That night, Ahsoka and the Child were sitting across from each other while the two hunters paced around. The way Ahsoka’s and the Child’s body language were, you would’ve thought they were talking to each other without words; it was kind’ve odd to the hunters.

“Earlier, how’d you know she was behind us?” Din asked (y/n). She look up at him and gave a slight shrug. “I don’t know…it was like…I could sense her. It’s hard to explain.” She said then Ahsoka gets up, picks up the Child and the lantern between them and walks over to another part of the forest, the hunters go over to her.

She sets the lantern down and the Child next to her. He looks up and coos at her and she nods at him. “Is he speaking? Do you understand him?” Din asked. “In a way.” Ahsoka said. “Grogu and I can feel each other’s thoughts.” She said and the Child looks up at her.

“Grogu?” Din and (y/n) said, confused, and the Child, quickly, turns to them. “Yes. That’s his name.” Ahsoka said and the hunters share a look at each other before (y/n) looks down at him. “Grogu.” She said and the Child looks up at her and coos.

“He was raised at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Many Masters trained him over the years. At the end of the Clone Wars when the Empire rose to power, he was hidden. Someone took him from the Temple. Then his memory becomes…dark. He seemed lost. Alone.” Ahsoka explained as the two hunters sit down on a branch across from her.

“I’ve only known one other being like this. A wise Jedi Master named Yoda.” She said and smiles at Grogu. “Can he still wield the Force?” She asked. “You mean his powers?” Din asked and she nods. “The Force is what gives him his powers. It is an energy field created by all living things. To wield it takes a great deal of training and discipline.” She said.

“We’ve seen him do things we can’t explain.” (Y/n) said as she looks over at Grogu, who looks like he was about to pass out. “Our task was to bring him to a Jedi.” Din said and Ahsoka looks down. 

“The Jedi Order fell a long time ago.” She said. “So did the Empire, yet it still hunts him. He needs your help.” Din said and Ahsoka looks down then over at Grogu. “Let him sleep. I’ll test him in the morning.” She said then she looks over at (y/n) and noticed something.

“Where did you get that crystal?” She asked her. (Y/n) looks down at her necklace then fiddles with it between her fingers. “My father gave it to me when I was a child.” (Y/n) replied and Ahsoka eyes it a bit. “What?” (Y/n) asked and Ahsoka walks up to her.

“May I see it?” She asked the former Mandalorian, holding her hand out. (Y/n) takes a good longing look at her necklace, wondering why Ashoka wanted to look at it. She was hesitant of course; since she was a child she had never taken it off, not even for when a vendor was trying to buy her necklace off her.

Only, she can see the way the former Jedi looked at it, but unlike the others who wanted it for their self interest, Ashoka was curious. She sees that there’s a good reason why her necklace is so special not only to her but the others as well.

She takes off her necklace and hands it to Ahsoka. The Jedi looks it over for a few minutes until Din asked. “Is there something wrong?”

“Just that this is no ordinary crystal. It’s a Kyber crystal.” Ahsoka replied and (y/n) gives her a confused look. “Kyber crystal?” She said. “It is the heart of our weapons known as Lightsabers.” Ahsoka said and she pulls out one of her lightsabers to show them. “Thing is…only Jedi’s knew about the Kyber crystals. So only a Jedi could be the only ones to have access to them.” She said.

Din and (y/n) look at each other, confused, before (y/n) turns back to Ahsoka. “What are you saying.” (Y/n) asks, somewhat lost and nervous of what might come. Ashoka stares at her intently, seeing that she has no idea of the connection.

“There’s a possibility that your father was a Jedi. And from him, the force is passed down to you.” She responded. Din sits there stunned while (y/n) shakes her head. "No, my father was just a farmer. T-There’s no way.” She said, shaking her head in denial. "Have you ever had anything happen or have felt something you couldn’t explain?“ Ahsoka asked and (y/n) looks down then over at Grogu.

Ahsoka follows her gaze and starts to understand. "Ever since we came across him….I’ve felt…something around him. And it’s like I can feel what he’s feeling when he’s near me. I-I just thought it was my instinct…” (Y/n) said and Ahsoka nods. “When a person is sensitive to the Force, you can feel all sorts of energy around them. And you can build a connection with someone else that is strong with the Force.” Ahsoka said as Din watches (y/n), who looked overwhelmed.

“I-I-I think…I think I need a rest too.” (Y/n) said and Ahsoka nods at her. “Of course.” She said and she hands the necklace back to her. (Y/n) takes it, gets up and walks away from them. 

Din looks over his shoulder at her as she walks a few feet away and sits on another branch, her back facing them. He looks back at the fire as Ahsoka gets ready for sleep before he gets up and walks over to (y/n).

He gets up to her and sees that she was looking down at the crystal. He sits next to her and she doesn’t make a move but Din noticed that she relaxed a bit at how close he was. She let’s out a sigh then lowers her hand and raises her head up to look up at the sky.

He slowly places his arm around her waist and she leans her head on his shoulder. And the two hunters sit there in silence, letting the information they received sink in.

The next morning, Ahsoka leads the hunters and Grogu, who Din was holding, towards a different part of the woods then she turns and smiles at Grogu. “Let’s see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind.” She said as she taps Grogu’s nose, making him coo.

Ahsoka gestures towards a large flat boulder and Din sets Grogu down. Grogu babbles as Ahsoka kneels down and picks up a pebble then stands up and turns to Grogu. Din and (y/n) step back as Ahsoka holds her arm out then raised her hand to show the pebble, she picked up, then she uses the Force and guides the pebble towards Grogu.

The pebble floats, slowly, towards Grogu and he holds his little hands out and grabs it and holds it. Ahsoka smiles then holds her hand out. “Now, return the stone to me, Grogu.” She said and Grogu looks up at her, sad and scared.

“He doesn’t understand.” Din said. “He does.” Ahsoka said. Grogu then whines then looks over at (y/n), and she could tell he was scared. “It’s okay. The stone, Grogu.” Ahsoka said. Grogu looks down then drops the stone and Din sighs, annoyed, while Ahsoka lowers her arm, sighs then walks towards Grogu.

She kneels down to him as he looks down in shame. She gives him a sympathetic look then takes his little claw between her pointer finger and thumb. “I sense much fear in you.” Ahsoka said. “I can feel it too.” (Y/n) said and Grogu looks up between them then babbles again.

Ahsoka stands up then turns to the hunters. “He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years.” She said then she takes a few steps away from them then turns back around. “Let’s try something else.” She said as she looks at the hunters.

“Come over here.” said Ashoka and Din looks at Grogu then gestures for him to to go but Grogu doesn’t move. “He’s stubborn.” Din grumbles. “Not him. You two.” Ahsoka said and Din and (y/n) look over at her. “I want to see if he’ll listen to both of you.” She said and the hunters go and stand next to her.

“That would be a first.” (Y/n) said. “I like first. Good or bad, they’re always memorable.” Ahsoka said and she hands Din the pebble. “Now, hold the stone out in the palm of your hand. Tell him to lift it up.” She instructs and Din does as she asks while (y/n) stands next to him.

“All right, kid. Lift the stone.” He said and Grogu tilts his head a bit at him. “Grogu.” Ahsoka whispers to Din and she walks around them and goes to the side to watch them.

“Grogu…” Din said and Grogu lifts his head and looks right at him then coos. “Come on, take the stone.” Din said but Grogu doesn’t move. “You can do.” (Y/n) encourages but Grogu looks down then grunts.

“You see? I told you, he’s stubborn.” Din said to Ahsoka as he tosses the pebble aside. “Try to connect with him.” She tells him and the two hunters share a look before they look over at Grogu. (Y/n), suddenly, gasps in realization. “The knob.” She whispered and she looks over at Din.

He digs into one his belt pouches and pulls out the knob. “Grogu…” Din said and Grogu look at him and his ears perk up then he raises his claw. The two hunters kneel down as Din holds out the knob.

“Do you want this?” Din asked and Grogu smiles. “Well, go ahead.” Din said as Grogu looks at the knob and holds his little claw out and (y/n) could feel his energy building. “That’s right, take it.” (Y/n) said and Grogu looks between them. “Come on. You can have it. Come on.” Din said and the ball flies out of his hand and into Grogu’s.

“Good job!” (Y/n) said, happily. “Good job, kid!” Din said, proudly, as the two go over to him. “You see that?” (Y/n) asked and the two kneel down to Grogu and Din takes the knob back. “See? We knew you could do it. Very good.” Din said as (y/n) runs a finger over Grogu’s ear.

“He’s formed a strong attachment to both of you.” Ahsoka said. “I cannot train him.” She said and the two hunters stand up and turn to her. “What?” They said, in unison. “Why not?” (Y/n) asked her, confused. “You’ve seen what he can do.” Din said as he gestures to Grogu.

“His attachment to both of you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.” She said. “All the more reason to train him.” Din said. “No. I’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us. I will not start this Child down that path.” Ashoka said, firmly, as she walks up to them the she turns to Grogu.

“Better to let his abilities fade. I’ve delayed too long. I must get back to the village.” Ashoka said as she walks off. “The Magistrate sent us to kill you.” (Y/n) said and Ashoka stops then turns back to them. “We didn’t agree to anything. And we’ll help you with your problem, if you see to it that Grogu is properly trained.” Din said and she looks between the two hunters.

“She has a s.all army of guards armed with A350 blaster rifles, two HK-87 assassin droids, and a hired gunfighter. He reads ex-military to me. Combined, not even your laser swords would be able to protect you from all that firepower.” Din said as him, Ashoka and (y/n) walk along the forest.

“True.” Ashoka said, smirking. “But don’t underestimate the Magistrate either.” She warns. “Who is she?” (Y/n) asked. “She offered us two staff of pure beskar to kill you.” Din said and Ashoka folds her arms across her chest.

“Morgan Elsbeth. During the Clone Wars, her people were massacred. She survived and let her anger fuel an industry which helped build the Imperial Starfleet. She plundered worlds, destroying them in the process.” Ashoka explains. “Yeah, it looks like she’s still in business.” Din snarks and Ashoka nods before she looks over at the duo.

“When you two were in the city, did you see any prisoners?” She asked. “We saw three villagers strung up just outside the inner gate.” (Y/n) said and Ashoka begins to pace. “We must find a way to free them.” Ashoka said. “A Mandalorian, a Dar'manda and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming.” Din said and Ashoka smiles.

Later that night, Ashoka begins her attack on the front guards of the village. She makes it inside and the Magistrate and all of her guards come out as Ashoka starts walking towards them.

The villager stay inside their homes, scared, as Ashoka walks up to the Magistrate and tossed a couple of shoulder armor plates at her feet. “Your bounty hunters failed. Tell me what I want to know. Where is your master?” Ashoka asked the Magistrate. “Kill her.” The Magistrate ordered and the guards began to fire at Ashoka but she dodges then jumps up on the roof of one building and runs. 

The Magistrate then orders for the death of the prisoners and walks back into her palace as Lang leads the guards after Ashoka.

But before the two guards could kill the prisoners, Din and (y/n) fly in and kill the guards just as one of the villagers runs out. He stops in his tracks but Din and (y/n) put away their guns, showing that they mean him no harm. The villager nods, appreciatively, and him and the two hunters began to free the prisoners while Ashoka dealt with the other guards.

“Get inside.” Din orders the free prisoners and the villager and they run just as Lang makes his way around the corner and sees the two hunters, shocked. Then he looks over and sees Ashoka standing on the inner gate for a moment before she jumps behind the gate and Lang put the pieces together.

“So, you threw in with the Jedi.” Lang said. “Looks that way.” (Y/n) said. They stand there, eyeing each other, when they could hear a fight going on behind the inner gate. Obviously, Ashoka and the Magistrate were fighting.

“Who do you think’s gonna win? Could be your side….could be my side.” Lang said as they could hear clangs and grunting. Lang smiles and he takes little steps towards the two hunters as he listens.

“I’ve got no quarrel with you or your friend, Mandalorian.” Lang said then Din holds his hand out. “That’s far enough.” He warns and Lang notices both Din’s and (y/n)’s twitching towards their blaster guns, which was holster on their belt.

“You and I, we’re a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause. Which this is not.” Lang said then a moment it sounded like a loud clang of metal hitting concrete hit each other and Lang shrugs.

“Sounds like you win.” Lang said then he holds up his gun and slowly places it down as he looks at the hunters. Once he placed it down, he saw the hunters hands relax then he reaches behind him for his second gun.

He goes to raise his gun and aim it at (y/n) but Din was faster and shoots Lang straight in the chest, killing him. The villagers began to walk out when another guard climbs up on the roof behind the two hunters. 

Sensing something bad, (y/n) turns around and shoots the guard in the head and it falls down before it could even do anything.

The sun was rising and villagers began cheering as they celebrate from being free while Din, (y/n) and Ashoka walk out of the village and past the outer gate.

“I believe these were your payments.” Ashoka said as she holds out the beskar staffs to them. “No. We can’t accept them.” Din said as (y/n) shakes her head. “We didn’t finish the job.” (Y/n) said. “No. But these belong with a Mandalorian.” Ashoka said as she hands the staffs to them and the duo accepts them.

“Where’s your little friend?” Ashoka asked. “Back at the ship. Wait here, we’ll go get him.” Din said and he and (y/n) head back to the ship.

As they make it back, they put away the staffs and their jetpacks in the weapons room of the ship then walk over to the little hammock they made for Grogu, who was fast asleep. “Wake up, buddy. It’s time to say goodbye.” Din said, almost with a hint of reluctant, while (y/n) frowns and stares at Grogu, sadly. He opens his eyes or a moment but closes them as he goes back to sleep.

Minutes later, Din was half sitting, half leaning on the little bed under the hammock as he holds Grogu and (y/n) stands in front of him, running her thumb over Grogu’s head. The realization that Grogu was gonna be gone was hitting the two hunters and both of them started to feel dread and sadness about this.

(Y/n) runs her eyes over Grogu before she turns her head to look at Din. She goes to place her hand on his chest plate, which makes him look up at her. The corner of her lip twitched a bit as Din moves his free arm and goes to wrap it around her. The two look at each other before she leans her forehead against his and closes her eyes while under the mask, Din closes his own eyes.

They sit in silence for a few moments, trying to enjoy the last moments together, before Din gets up and walks over to a small table and gets Grogu ready. (Y/n) stands next to him as Grogu starts to babble. (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel her heart break but she did her best to smirk at Grogu and hid the pain she was feeling. 

Although with their connection with the Force, she was certain he could feel it.

After getting Grogu ready, Din and (y/n) walk out on the hangar when a voice speaks up. “You two are like a mother and father to him.” The hunters stop and see Ashoka standing outside of the ship. “I cannot train him.” She said as they walk out with Grogu in Din’s arms. 

“You made us a promise, and we held up our end.” Din said as they stop in their tracks. Ashoka sighs and walks towards them then holds out a finger to Grogu, who grabs it. “There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tython. You will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.” She instructs.

“Then what?” (Y/n) asked her. “Then Grogu may choose his path.” Ashoka said as Grogu let’s go of her finger. “If he reaches out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him. Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.” Ashoka said and Grogu babbles, sadly, as his ears lower.

“Thank you.” Din and (y/n) said. “May the Force be with you.” Ashoka said and the hunters start to head back into the ship. But Ashoka reaches for (y/n)’s arm, which made the Dar'manda turn to her. “Be careful.” She whispers and (y/n) stares at her. The two stare into each other’s eyes as if having a silent conversation before (y/n) nods at her and turns around and follows Din into the ship.

Grogu looks over Din’s shoulder at Ashoka, she smiles and nods at him as if to say goodbye. The hangar door starts to close and then the ship takes off, heading to the planet Tython.

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Red Dead Redemption 2 (Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader)

Blood Feuds, Ancient and Modern

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A few weeks later…

“Alright…I think I did okay.” (Y/n) said as she runs her fingers through Arthur’s hair, after having to cut it for him. “Well, you hadn’t cut my ear off…so, I guess we’re good.” Arthur teased and (y/n), playfully, shoves his shoulder. “Shut up.” She said and Arthur chuckles then he leans his head back to look at her, as she stands behind him.

She gives him a small smile then leans down and gives him a quick kiss then she stands up. “You know…I have to tell you something.” Arthur said and she gives him a look. “Okay…” she said. “I just wanted to say thank you. For saving me…and taking care me. I-I appreciate it.” He said. “Of course.” (Y/n) said then she gives him a quick kiss again. “Someone had to take care of your grumpy ass.” She said and Arthur snorts a laugh at this.

At that moment, Swanson comes up. “I thought I’d be burying you, Mr. Morgan.” He said as he walks up to the two. “Not quite yet, Reverend.” Arthur said. “Good. How you feeling?” Swanson asked him and Arthur moves his shoulder that was shot but now was healed. “Oh…about the same as you.” he said. “I’m sorry to hear that. Well…take care of yourself.” Swanson said. “You too.” Arthur said and Swanson turns to (y/n).

“Miss (l/n).” He said.

“Reverend.” She said, nodding, and Swanson walks away.

“In all honesty, I was afraid you wouldn’t make it either.” (Y/n) said and Arthur turns to her. “Really?” He asked and she nodded. “I didn’t show it but…I was terrified, Arthur. That gunshot wound on your shoulder didn’t help especially when Grimshaw and I were able to get a good look at it. I was so scared…” (Y/n) said and Arthur places a hand on her cheek.

“Hey, I ain’t going anywhere.” He whispers and she gives a small smile to him before she turns her head and kissed the palm of his hand. The two share a look before he leans in and kisses her for a few moments. Then they break the kiss and Arthur gives a soft smile to her and she returns the smile.

“Well, I’ve gotta go. Charles and I are gonna go out hunting.” (Y/n) said and Arthur nods. “Alright, be careful.” He said. “I feel I should be saying that to you.” (Y/n) teases and he chuckles before he gives her a quick kiss on the lips. Then (y/n) walks away and towards Charles.

Arthur starts to go into the camp and looks around for anything to do. He finally decided on getting hay to the horses when he noticed Annebeth was just sitting on the ground with a stick in her hand. “Hey, Annebeth.” Arthur said and the little girl looks up at him. “Hey, Arthur.” She greets.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked her as he goes to kneel down to her. She shrugs and mumbles. “Playing.” She uses the stick like a pencil and drew randomly in the dirt. “Playing? Well, where’s Jack?” Arthur asked her. “Uncle Hosea and Aunt Abigail are teaching him how to read.” She replied. 

“Well, how come you ain’t with them?" Arthur asked her. "Oh, I already know how to read. Momma taught me.” She replied. “Is that so?” Arthur asked with a smirk and Annebeth nods, enthusiastically. “Well, then no wonder you’re so smart!” He compliments and Annebeth giggles.

“Hey, if you want…I was just about to go feed the horses, you wanna help me?” He asked her and her eyes sparkle at this. “Really?” She asked. “Sure.” said Arthur and Annebeth smiles as she stands up. “Okay!” She said, excitedly, and Arthur stands up.

Then they start to walk towards the bale of hay when Arthur looks down at Annebeth. “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you, how do you like it here?” Arthur asked her. “It’s nice. I really like the water.” Annebeth said. “Oh, you swim?” He asked her. “A little.” Annebeth replied then she made a face like she was trying to think of something. “I..I remember Papa teaching me…” she said and Arthur looks down at her.

“Your grandfather?” Arthur asked her and she nods then she frowns a bit at this. “You miss them, don’t you?” He asked and she nods, once again. Arthur wasn’t for sure how to comfort her, losing a family member was hard especially to someone so young. So he tried to think of something to take her mind off of it.

“Well, did they teach you anything else?” Arthur asked her and she thinks for a moment. “Um…I don’t think so. I think I remember mamaw teaching me how to read before momma did.” Annebeth replied. “Well, how bout I teach you how to take care of a horse. How’s that?” Arthur asked her and she smiles. “Yes, please!” She said as they come up to some bale of hay.

“Alright, think you can help me carry this?” Arthur asked her. “I think so.” Annebeth replied and she squats down just as he does. “Be careful. Can be a bit heavy.” Arthur warns her. She grabs onto a part of the bale and starts to grunt as she tries to pick it up. Arthur chuckles then kind of acts like he was struggling to pick it up until he picked it up.

“There we go! Good job, Annebeth!” Arthur praised and she smiles. “Now just follow me.” He said as they walk over to the horses. She keeps up with his pace as they head over the horses while she holds some loose strands of hay. 

After they fed the horses, Arthur had Annebeth in his arms as he was showing her how to pet a horse, using his horse. “Don’t pat too hard. They don’t like that.” He instructs as she leans over and gently pats the neck of the horse. “He’s so soft.” Annebeth said and Arthur chuckles. “You wanna feed him?” Arthur asked her as he pulls out an apple from his satchel. “Yeah!” Annebeth said and he hands her the apple.

She takes the apple then holds it out to the horse and Arthur holds her closer to the horse. The horse turns his head then takes the apple out of Annebeth’s hand. She squeals at this then pulls her hand away and starts wiping it on her clothes. “Ah! His tongue felt odd.” Annebeth squealed and she started to giggle and Arthur laughs along with her just as they hear footsteps behind him.

He turns around and sees that it’s Dutch. “Arthur!” He said as he stops in front of him. “Yes, Dutch?” Arthur said. “Arthur, if you feel up to it…Bill’s got something cooking with the Gray boys in Rhodes. Sean and Micah are in, I’d like for you to be there too.” Dutch said to Arthur and Annebeth gives a worried look towards Arthur. “Sure.” Arthur said with a nod.

“And son…I’m sorry. I feel like a fool.” Dutch said, apologetically. “I’m alive.” Arthur said while Annebeth leans her head on his shoulder. “Well…it seemed like a good opportunity. Micah and I both feel like idiots.” Dutch said.

“What happened to ya?” Arthur asked him. “Well, the whole thing…it was…it was odd. We kept waiting for them to jump us but then they all left. So we figured we meet you on the trail back but you never showed up.” Dutch explained. “Yeah, well…I was getting the special guest treatment from Colm.” said Arthur and Dutch looks down in regret. “I know…I know. I cannot believe what an idiot I was and that happened. I guess forgiveness…there some folks who don’t deserve it.” Dutch said then he shakes his head.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then.” Dutch said then he leaves and Arthur looks over at Annebeth. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I gotta go.” Arthur said as Annebeth gives a frown a bit. “Okay…” she said and Arthur gives her a small smile. “Hey…don’t pout. I’ll be right back, okay?” He said and she looks into his eyes then nods. “Okay.” She said then she goes and hugs him. He hugs her back just as she said. “I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“Oh, don’t'chu worry about that. I’ll be fine and I’ll come back.” He said and Annebeth pulls back from the hug as she looks at him with her own blue eyes. “You promise?” She asked him. “I promise.” He replied and she nods before he walks into the camp grounds and sets her down.

“Now, you stay here within camp, okay?” He said. “Okay, Arthur.” Annebeth said and Arthur ruffles her curly blonde hair. “Good girl.” He said and he heads over to his horse, mounts it and heads off.

Arthur makes his way to Rhodes and sees Micah, Sean and Bill waiting for him near the general store. “We been waiting for you, Arthur.” Micah said. “Well, I’m sorry to have kept you.” Arthur said with sarcasm and Micah scoffs as he stands up and starts to walk around the corner. “Come on. Let’s get going.” he said and the men follow him.

“What’s the plan?” Arthur asked as they start to walk down the main road of Rhodes. “We’re meeting a couple of the Grays over at the saloon. They spoke to Bill about a job…needing security.” Micah explained. “After the farce of stealing the horses for them, why we doing this?” Arthur asked, feeling shocked and confused by all of this. “’Cause we need to stay in with them…and they’re paying.” Micah replied.

“So what kinda security they want?” Arthur asked, still keeping his skepticism with him. “We’re about to find out. Now come on.” Micah said, a bit impatiently, then Arthur turns to Bill. “This seem legit to you, Bill?” he asked Bill. “Sure.” Bill replied with a shrug.

“Dutch said we was to keep on dealing with them until we find this gold.” said Micah. “Can we trust them?” Sean asked. “Can we trust anyone?” Arthur asked and Sean nods. “Yeah.” he said.

“Let’s just see what they say.” Micah said. “They said there was some…big misunderstanding about them horses.” Bill said but this made Sean suspicious. “And…what about burning their fields?” Sean asked. “They don’t know we had anything to do with that.” Micah assures.

“Oh, that so?” Arthur said, skeptical. “Yeah. They think it was the Braithwaites. Listen, I know these Gray boys a bit now. This is on the level.” Bill said, trying to assure him. “We’re stuck in the middle of some ancient feud, but instead of playing both sides, we’re being used by both of them.” Arthur said as they start to pass the Sheriff’s office and he stops, he was feeling a bit uneasy about this whole thing.

“They were saying that Catherine Braithwaite…” Bill started to explain but Arthur talks over him. “Hey, hold up. This don’t feel right.” he said, which made the men stop walking. “Now it don’t feel right? I could’a told you that-” Sean started to say as he turned to face Arthur but, suddenly, his head exploded as a bullet had entered in his head.

“Shit!” Arthur exclaims

“What the hell…” Bill shouts and they look up to see some of the Grays’ on the rooftops firing at them, the boys were lead right into an ambush. “Get down!” Arthur shouts and the three of them take cover as the Grays continued to fire at them.

“Dammit!” Bill growls.

“Sons of bitches.” Micah grumbles as he and Arthur fight back. “What the…ahh, dammit! I can’t believe you shot me, you bastards!” Bill shouts with a growl, almost sounding like he was betrayed by a friend. “You okay?” Arthur asked him. “I’m fine!” Bill shouts and he helps Micah and Arthur with the shootout.

Meanwhile, Arthur ducks in cover then looks over at Sean’s dead body. “Oh, Sean…” Arthur said, upset, then he turns to Micah and Bill. “…you idiots!” Arthur shouts, angrily, at them. “Is he dead?” Micah asked. “Look at him, of course he’s dead!” Arthur shouts and he gets up and fires a few more rounds at the Grays’.

“How could you not think this was a trap?” Arthur asked Micah. “You sure you wanna talk about this now, Morgan?” Micah asked, annoyed, as they kept on shooting then he noticed a few of them heading into the gunstore.

“The cowards are in the gunstore! I’ll get the front, you take the back!” Micah tells Arthur and Arthur makes his way around the back, Micah goes to the front while Bill just goes all out on the men.

“None of these bastards gonna walk out of here.” a man shouted as Arthur makes his way to the back door. “You’re a damn bunch of cowards!” Bill shouts as Arthur kicks the door in and makes his way through the store. One guy comes around the corner to shoot but Arthur was quicker and headshot the man.

He makes it around the corner and ends up behind the counter, only to see two men. They both aim their guns at Arthur but before anyone could react, Micah bursts in and pulls out his dual pistols and shoots both men in the head at the same time.

He looks over at Arthur and chuckles. “You’re getting sloppy, Morgan.” he said and Arthur glares at him. “You see that window in Sean’s skull? Don’t talk to me about sloppy.” Arthur growls as he and Micah take cover. “Better in here than out there.” Micah said.

“They’re in the gunsmith’s! All of you, pour a broadside into those sons of bitches! I want them dead!” Another man shouts and some of them head over to the gunstore. “You sure about that?” Arthur said, responding to Micah, and they start to fire back.

“So yeah, I’m thinking the Grays might be onto us after all.” Micah said and Arthur looks over at him as he reloads his gun. “Now it’s sinking in?” Arthur asked, sarcastically, and they continued to fire and shoot at the men until the survivors start to run off.

“See that? Those cowards are running away.” Micah said and Arthur looks out the window. “Looks like most of ’em.” Arthur said. “Not all of them.” Micah said and he walks out of the store, Arthur following close behind. “Sheriff Gray…” Arthur grumbles as they walk through the town full of dead bodies.

“And what about Bill? Where the hell’s he?” Arthur asked. “We’ll find him later. Come on.” Micah said and they make it to the Sheriff’s office. “Sheriff Gray! You need to get a hold on this town, it’s going to hell!” Micah yells. “Who do you think you are? A bunch of two-bit thugs from God knows where? You’re so dumb to think we don’t know what you been doing.” Sheriff Gray shouts from his office.

“Come out, Sheriff. It’s over.” Micah said, firmly, as him and Arthur stand in front of the office. “We put down far worse than you. A hundred times over. This is the Grays’ town. Always has been, always will be!” Sheriff Gray shouted. “Only Grays I see left around here…is you!” Micah shouts. “You want us to come out? We’ll come out!” the Sheriff said and the door opens with Sheer Gray holding Bill at gunpoint just as Archibald and another man come out.

“Shit…” Bill mutters as he was lead out. “Oh…Bill…” Arthur said, exasperated. “Guns on the ground now. Both of you!” One of them said. “Don’t do it!” Bill begged. “You know we can’t do that.” Arthur said and he looks over at Sheriff Gray. “You put the gun down, Sheriff!” He orders. “I’ll blow his brains out!” Sheriff Gray threatens.

“You wanna join your little friend there, do ya?” Archibald asked as he gestures over to Sean. “Either way, you’re a dead man. Morgan?” Micah said and both him and Arthur pull out their guns and, quickly, kill all of the lawmen without harming Bill.

“Shit!” Bill exclaims as Micah and Arthur holsters their guns and Arthur goes over to Sean and squats down. “He was a good kid.” Arthur said, shaking his head. “Well, how the hell was I to know?” Bill asked, angrily, and Arthur glares at him. “Let me see…” Arthur growls as he stands up. “….they set us up once before…they didn’t like us…we destroyed their farm…should I go on?!” He yells, angrily.

“Go easy on him, Morgan. He was out trying to find a lead, same as you….same as Hosea. All you do is complain…when things don’t work out. Except when it’s your fault.” Micah said and Bill chuckles in agreement. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t give a damn about nobody but yourself.” Arthur growls as he takes a step toward Micah.

“Oh, you act so high and mighty…but you’re no better than the rest of us. I ridden with you boys close on what…six months now?” Micah said as Arthur goes to pick up Sean’s body. “And all you ever done was complain. And you can fight…but you can’t think.” Micah tells him as he taps his temple with his pointer finger. “You can’t do either.” Arthur retorts as he goes over to Bill’s horse. “Okay, cowpoke.” Micah laughs while Arthur stows Sean’s body on Bill’s horse.

“Bill, take the boy’s body. Bury him proper someplace quiet. Micah…best you and I don’t speak for a moment.” Arthur said and Micah laughs at this. “I’m just so frightened by you…” Micah cackles. “Get outta my sight…” Arthur yells as he mounts his horse and rides away. "…pair of fools.“ He mutters.

Few hours after that whole mess, Arthur calmed down a bit after writing in his journal then he starts to make his way back to the camp. Once there, he dismounts his horse then noticed that some of the gang were gathered around Dutch’s camp.

”I know you worry.“ Dutch said then he looks over to see Arthur coming. "Arthur, have you seen the kids?” Dutch asked him and Arthur stopped in his tracks at this. “No.” Arthur said as Abigail runs over. “Where’s my damn son? Where is he? Where’s Annebeth? They took them didn’t they? They took the kids!” She exclaims, frantically, and Arthur’s heart dropped at this.

“Who took them?” He asked. “We think the Braithwaite woman took them. That Kieran saw a couple of fellers…sound like Braithwaite boys.” Hosea replied and Arthur looks around. “Where’s (y/n)? She still out with Charles?” He asked. “As far as I know, yes…” Abigail said then she places her hands on her head while Arthur turns to Dutch.

“I’ve gotta go find her. She needs to know this.” Arthur said as he starts to turn around. “Who needs to know what?” (Y/n)’s voice asked as her and Charles come up to the camp, Arthur stopped in his tracks. His heart thumped hard in his chest, he was now scared to tell her what was happening.

(Y/n) looks around at everyone then she noticed Abigail looked frantic. “What? What’s going on?” She asked and Arthur took a deep breath, preparing for it. “(Y/n)…it’s about Annebeth…” Arthur said and (y/n)’s face turns to concern. “What about her?” She asked and Arthur swallows as he tries to think of how to explain it while (y/n) starts to worry as she looks between him and the gang.

“Arthur, you’re scaring me.” She said and Arthur sighs before he said. “We think the Braithwaites have taken her and Jack." 

(Y/n)’s eyes widen at this and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This had to be a mistake, there was no way Annebeth was gone. She felt her legs turn to jelly and she stumbles and Charles catches her before she falls while Arthur runs over to her and places his hands on her shoulder.

”(Y/n)…“ he whispers, worried. "Arthur, please tell me you’re joking. Please tell me that what you just said was a lie.” She begs but Arthur gives her a look and she could tell he wasn’t lying. “No…no…no…no…” she stammers then she buries her head into his chest.

“We will find them, we will bring them back to both of you…” Dutch said as he looks between Abigail and (y/n). “…and we will kill any fool that had the temerity…to touch one hair on their heads. Abigail…(y/n), you two have my word.” Dutch said.

“Just get me back my son.” Abigail said as (y/n) shakes at this. “And my daughter…” (y/n) said, trying to keep her voice firm. “I will get the children back, so help me God…right now.” Dutch said and he starts to walk towards the horses when Bill and Micah show up.

“Dutch, we just heard about Jack and Annebeth. You need some extra guns?” Bill asked. “Yeah, why not? Micah, Kieran, anyone strange turns up…you kill ’em! Rest of you, let’s ride.” Dutch ordered and Bill, Charles, John, Hosea and Lenny start to mount up their horses.

Arthur then looks down at (y/n) and raises her head to face him. “I’m gonna go get her, okay?” He said and she bites her lips then shakes her head. “I’m coming with you.” She said. “No, you need to stay here.” Arthur said, firmly, but (y/n) shakes her head again. “No! I’m going! That’s my daughter!” She said, her voice rising.

“I know but I don’t need…” Arthur started to explain until (y/n) talks over him. “Arthur, my daughter is out there, probably scared of her wits and wondering if I’m looking for her! She is one of the best things that ever happened me and I’m not going to lose her like how I lost my family! I’m not just gonna sit around and wait for something to happen. I’m not the defenseless woman I used to be, I’m coming with you whether you like it or not.” she said and Arthur looks her over then let’s out a small sigh.

That spark is one of the things he both loves and hates about (y/n).

​​​"That you ain’t. Fine…but you stick with me, alright?“ He said and she nods. "C'mon.” He said as he gestures for her to follow him and they head to their horses and mount up. "Okay, let’s go get those kids back.“ Dutch said and they head out.

"They must’ve figured out what we was up to, Dutch.” Hosea said. “Yeah, we just got shot to hell by the Grays in town.” Arthur said. “I know, I heard…about Sean too.” Dutch said. “What happened to Sean?” (Y/n) asked Arthur and he gives her a look and her eyes widen. “No…” she said, despairingly.

“I don’t wanna even think about that right now. We have to focus on Jack and Annebeth.” Dutch said. “I swear, I’ll kill everyone there.” John exclaims. “I’m with ya, John.” (Y/n) said. “Easy, you two. Try to stay calm.” Dutch tells them. “I’m fine.” John said, trying to keep the anger from his voice, while (y/n) lowers her head, not saying anything.

“How the hell did they get to them?” Hosea asked. “I don’t know, but we are getting them back and they will pay. I promise you that.” Dutch said. “What about the gold?” Bill asked and this pissed (y/n) off. “Who gives a damn about the gold?! They got Jack and Annebeth!” She said, angrily, and Bill looked a bit taken aback by this. She rarely got angry at anyone.

“I hate to break it to you, but…I don’t think there is any gold. Or if there is, it’s hidden somewhere no one knows.” Hosea admitted. “What?” Lenny said, shocked. “I’ve turned every stone.” Hosea said and this seemed to piss John and (y/n) even more. “For Christ’s sake, Hosea. After all that? Another perfect scam.” John yells. “We underestimated them.” Hosea said, calmly.

“No, they underestimated us. Enough talk. There’s no point arguing how we got here, this is where we are. And we are going to fix it. So, get your heads right. Nobody makes a move until I say so.” Dutch orders as they continue on down the road and towards the Braithwaite manor.

They come up to a long road that had trees on either side of the road, which leads to a large elegant manor. “Alright everyone, dismount and come to me. We’ll go in on foot from here.” Dutch said as they make it to the front gate and eveeyone began to dismount their horses.

“First Sean, now Jack and Annebeth. We should have stayed out of all this.” Lenny said. “Bit late for that, ain’t it?” Bill asked and Dutch turns to them. “Quiet, we’re going to fix this right now. Come on, let’s get this done.” Dutch said and everyone grabs their guns. Everyone gathers towards towards the entrance of the gate before Dutch turns to John and (y/n), who were standing next to each other.

“John…(y/n), you sure you two are okay?” Dutch asked them. “Like I said, I’m fine.” John said while (y/n) looks down. Arthur comes up to her and places a hand on her shoulder. She looks back up at him, her lips were pressed in a hard line, and they share a look before she nods then looks over at Dutch. “I’m good, Dutch.” She said, trying to keep her voice steady.

​Dutch nods then looks over everyone. “Follow my lead.” he said and he goes around the corner of the entrance and walks through the gate, the gang follows suit. “Both these redneck families think they can ruin us? I don’t think so…” Dutch said as they come up to the manor, which is illuminated despite the late hour.

As they walk up, some of the members of the Braithwaites come out. Some of them through the front door and some of them on the top floor balcony. “There they are.” Hosea said as the gang walk up, stretching out in a line. “Who steals children?” Dutch asked, angrily, as (y/n) glares at the manor.

“I’m gonna let fly at those sons of bitches.” She growls and Dutch looks over at her. “Miss (l/n), I need you to stay calm.” he tells her, calmly, and (y/n) takes a deep breath as they make it out on the lawn and a few feet in front of the front door.

“Get down here now! You inbred trash.” Dutch screams as one of them, Gareth Braithwaite, walks out towards them. “What the hell do you want?” he asked them. “We’ve come for the kids. You must’ve known we would.” Dutch said. “Shouldn’t have messed with our business now, should you?” Gareth sneers.

“Whatever complaint you have with us, alleged…or otherwise…That is a young boy and a young girl. That is not the way you do things. Hand them over.” Dutch ordered but none of the Braithwaites move. “Get the hell off our land.” Gareth orders and Dutch glares at them before he lets out a heavy sigh.

“If you ain’t gonna be civilized about this…” he said and everyone pulls out their guns and the gunfight begins. “Watch those balconies!” Dutch yelled as everyone ducks for cover then started to fire at the Braithwaite men.

“Bill, Javier, cover left.” Dutch said and Bill and Javier head off to the left. “Charles, Lenny, more fire on the right.” said Dutch and the two men go to the right. “Arthur, John, (y/n), Hosea, with me. The rest of you, watch out here for any other arrivals.” He said and they started to push forward as they kill the men.

Arthur looks over at (y/n) and noticed how focused she looked as she fired her gun and killed some of the Braithwaites. Arthur then began to worry that she could be dead if she lets her head get clouded and get reckless as she continues to fire and kill the Braithwaites. He was afraid that recklessness will get her killed if she doesn’t keep her mind straight.

She never did go take cover as she fired her gun, that is til Arthur pulled her down for cover. “(Y/n)!” He yells as he pulls her down for cover. She looks over at him and he could see anger in her eyes. “What?” She growled. “Ya need to think straight. The last thing Annabeth needs is to lose her mother.“ Arthur explained and (y/n)’s eyes soften a bit at this. "Remember, the plan here is to find the kids and bring them home. I’ll handle the rest.” He said and (y/n) looks down, thinking for a moment, then let’s out a sigh before she nods at him.

That’s when Dutch and Hosea were able to get to the front door and Dutch kicks the door in.

"Get in there! Find Jack and Annebeth! And find that Braithwaite woman!” Dutch shouts and they all run into the manor. “Jack, can you hear me?” John calls out. “Annebeth! You here?” (Y/n) calls out as they look through the rooms. “Where are you?” John calls out as Arthur goes to another room.

“Jack! Annebeth! You two in here?” Arthur called out as he goes to open the door. Once he opens it, a man pops up and aims a gun at him. Quickly, Arthur aims his revolver and shoots the man in the head.

“Arthur, get up here and give us a hand!” Dutch’s voice calls out from upstairs and Arthur heads up there as John and (y/n) comes up and follows. They get to the second floor and down the hall and see Hosea and Dutch in front of a door on the right.

“Barricaded…this must be where they’re holed up…There’s something…pushed up against it…” Hosea said as he and Dutch try to open the door. “Open the damn door!” Dutch shouts but then they heard gunshots and they duck down to avoid the bullets.

“Shit! John, Arthur, (y/n), we’ll hold them down here.” Dutch said and at that moment they hear Charles shout. “We got more coming in!” John and (y/n) run out the door towards the balcony and begin to fire at the reinforcements, Arthur follows closely behind them.

“Look out, more coming from the right!” John shouts and Arthur goes over to him and shoots as (y/n) stayed at the front and fired at the oncoming threat. 

Few minutes later, the remaining Braithwaites started to get overwhelmed and began running. “Looks like they’re running!” (Y/n) shouts as she goes over to the right and comes up to Arthur and John. “Good. Now, let’s find a way into that room.” Arthur said as he and John goes to this door on the right of them.

“One…Two…Three…” John counts down and he and Arthur break down the door while (y/n) had her gun ready. Once the door breaks, they see two men inside and they go to aim and fire but with the combination of John, Arthur and (y/n)’s firepower…these men didn’t stand a chance.

They fall over on the floor and Dutch and Hosea were able to break in and walk into this large bedroom. They go over to this closet and open it, revealing Catherine Braithwaite. “You want me to kill you too, old woman?” Dutch asked, threatening, as he pulls her out of the closet and pushes her up against the wall of the room.

“You bastards.” She exclaims, angrily. “Where are the children?” Hosea asked her, firmly, as Dutch has his gun aimed under her chin. “We have lived in this house for a hundred and twenty years. We never had no problems ’cept for Yankees.” Catherine yells.

“Where’s the boy and the girl? Who took them?” Hosea asked again but Catherine wouldn’t reply to that question. “You killed my sons.” she shouts. “Oh, and I will surely kill the rest of them…unless you start talking.” Dutch said and Catherine glares at him. “Oh, I know your type. Common scum.” she spat at him and he leans in closer to her in a threatening manner.

“Where are the kids?” Dutch asked in a threatening tone. “You filth.” she spat at him and this angers Dutch and also John and (y/n). (Y/n) clenched her fists at this and Arthur took notice of this, he places a hand on her shoulder and shakes his head at her once she looks at up at him.

“Alright, we get her outta here.” Dutch said as he grabs Catherine. “And what about them?” Arthur asked as he gestures towards the dying men on the floor. Dutch then turns his gun to the men and shoots them, killing them, which made Catherine scream out in despair and grief.

“Let’s get this hag outside.” Dutch said as he drags her out of the room. John and Hosea follow while Arthur and (y/n) share a look before they walk out of the room as well. "Any more of her sons to deal with?“ Dutch asked. "Nope, reckon they’re all dead.” Arthur replied then Catherine screams out. “Nooo! No!”

She holds onto the railing of the stairs but Dutch yanks her away and drags her down the stairs. “That’s right, burn this dump to the ground!” Dutch said as Hosea and John torches the house. “You boys sure Jack and Annebeth ain’t in here?” Dutch asked as they make it down the stairs.

“We searched everywhere, Dutch.” Hosea informs as Dutch throws Catherine on the floor and she crawls on it as the building starts to catch on fire. “I guess that’s the end of the damn cribbage game.” Hosea said as Catherine crawls away from Dutch. “Yeah…” Dutch mutters then he turns to Catherine. “…come here…There you go.” He said as he grabs her, puts her on his shoulder and carriers her out for the manor. 

“You damn yankee.” she yells. “There you go.” Dutch said as he puts her on the ground in front of the manor then puts a gun to her head. “I never liked you.” Catherine said to Hosea as everyone gathers around her. “Why’d you take the kids, Mrs. Braithwaite? Boys and girls are off limits.” Hosea said and Catherine looks up at them in anger. “You stole my liquor. You stole my horses. Ain’t no rules in war, Mr…”

“Matthews.” Hosea said, finishing her sentence. “Yes…yes, that’s it.” Catherine grumbles and Hosea kneels down to her. “Where’s the kids?” he asked again and she turns around and sits up, glaring at the gang. “My sons gave them to Angelo Bronte. So my guess is Saint Denis. Either there…or on the boat to Italy.” She replied and (y/n)’s heart dropped at this while Hosea stands back up.

’Let’s go.“ He said and he and John walks off. Dutch starts to walk away while (y/n) looks down at the ground. Arthur places his hands on her shoulder again and she looks at him, her eyes filling with tears. "Arthur, (y/n), come on!” Dutch calls out and Arthur looks down at Catherine, who was sobbing as she looks at her house being engulfed in flames.

“What we doing with her?” Arthur asked as he gestures to the old woman. “Leave her.” Dutch said and Arthur takes (y/n)’s hand and leads her away. “I told you she was crazy.” Hosea said as they leave Catherine Braithwaite in front of her burning house and the corpses of her sons. Driven mad, she runs back to the mansion as the gang slowly walks away towards their horses.

Minutes later, they make it back to the camp and they dismount their horses and started to walk into the camp to let the others know what happened. But Arthur and (y/n) stay back a bit as Arthur turns to her. “You okay?” Arthur asked (y/n), softly. (Y/n) stops and stands there for a moment then slowly raises her head to him.

Arthur felt his heart break as teardrops fall on her cheeks. “Arthur…” she said, her voice breaking, then she lowers her head and he pulls her into an embrace. She begins to sob and he places a hand on her head and run his fingers through her hair as he tries to calm her.

“It’s okay…it’s okay…we’ll get her back.” Arthur whispers as he holds her. “I just want our baby back.” She cries and Arthur was taken aback by this. He was shocked that (y/n) called Annebeth our baby and not her baby. He almost wanted to ask her about that but he didn’t think it was appropriate right now.

She was distraught and needed him there for her, so he hugs her tighter as she sobs into his chest. Arthur thinks to himself how he’ll bring Annabeth back even if it’s the last the thing he’ll do and make those who dare lay a hand on her pay.

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