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theycallmemoosey · 5 years

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All He Needs Is Love

Dad!Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: This took so long to write because I had to watch hours and hours of gameplay to make sure that all the dialogue was right...and as a result, this is the longest fic to date. This was sorta a request but it was phrased more of an inspirational idea from an anon so thank you so much for that whoever it was. I really hope you guys enjoy it! Moose :)

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“I’m telling you, Y/N, that man doesn’t realise how good a life he has!”

“I’m sure John realises that he has the world, Abigail” you laughed, continuing to sew a hole in Arthur’s pants as Abigail was sat opposite you, complaining as usual. You zoned out to what she was saying as your eyes landed on the two little boys of the camp chattering cheekily to each other, laughing as they came up with some scheme.

You smiled and shook your head knowingly, “Oi! You two!”

The two boys’ heads whipped to your direction, quickly running towards you.

“What mischief are you up to now?” You asked, watching as they looked sheepishly towards each other.

“We want to go and play in the woods! Make a den!” Jack exclaimed, turning towards Abigail.

“Where in the woods are you going?”

“A really cool place” your son, Noah, smiled proudly, trying not to snicker.

“And where is this really cool place” you teased, knowing it was winding the two boys up.

“Just to the edge of camp” Jack shrugged, Noah’s eyes furrowing in confusion which received a sideways glance, “Can we mother? Can we?”

“Y/N? What do you think?” She asked, a kind smile on her face.

“Well…” you began, shortly to be interrupted by the two boys.

“Pleaseeeeee”

“It’s okay with me” you smiled, the two boys cheering and hi-fiving each other as they began to run off, “As long as Cain goes with you!”

“Ah no, not Cain” both the boys groaned, the two of them stopping to let Cain catch up to them, the dog casually prancing towards them.

“Don’t go too far to the edge of the woods!” Abigail called out, “Stay where you are safe and people can see you!”

“I’m not too worried, Javier and Bill are out on patrol and Cain will protect the two of them” you shrugged, stretching out your arms to relieve the pain in your back, “Oh god, I stink”

“I wasn’t going to say anything” Abigail muttered, making you gasp and throw the thread towards her making the two of you laugh.

“As I was saying” you emphasised as Abigail kept on laughing, “I’m going to go and take a bath”

“Stay safe” she smiled, dismissing you with a wave.

———————————

The sun was setting as you got dressed from the bath, heading back to where you were previously sat.

“They come back yet?”

“No…not yet” Abigail sighed, turning a page in her book, “I haven’t heard anything bad though so I’m sure they’re fine”

You hummed, but your eyes widened at the sound of Cain’s growls and barking.

“I-I’m gonna go and look for them” you decided, quickly heading towards the edge of the woods.

“Hey, Y/N” Micah smirked, “Where you heading?”

“Off to find the boys…you haven’t seen him by any chance?”

“They’re with that dumb mutt in the woods playing. Want me to keep you company?”

“No. No, thanks” you smiled forcefully, stopping in your tracks when you once again heard Cain bark.

“NOAH?!” You called, rushing to the middle of the woods, your heart racing when you couldn’t see or hear either of the boys, “JACK?!”

“Y/N? Everything ok?” Bill asked, hearing your calls while he was on patrol.

“My-the-have you seen them?”

“Calm down, they’re probably just too far near the edge of the woods”

“I heard Cain barking” you said quickly, “Bill, where are-“

“Come on, follow me” he nodded towards the edge of the trees, calling Cain’s name over and over. He padded over, barking as a signal to follow him.

“Cain?! Cain where are they?” You asked, panic in your voice. You followed him, running to match his pace, gasping when you saw Jack’s book on the floor, wrecked and ruined.

“ABIGAIL!” You called, running back into camp at a speed you didn’t realise you had, “THEY’RE GONE!”

“What?” Abigail called, standing up from her seat.

“What do you mean, Y/N?” Dutch asked, your calls alerting him.

“Jack and Noah, they-they…” you stuttered, your breathing quickening.

“Y/N, calm down” Hosea tried to soothe you, stroking your back, “Just tell us”

“Cain was barking and growling and…and Jack’s book” you began to cry, looking towards Abigail who had gotten the picture. You ran to her and embraced her in a hug, the two of you feeling more terrified than either of you had been.

“What’s all the commotion?” John asked in a grumble, throwing the bundle of logs on the floor next to Pearson’s wagon.

“Jack’s been taken” Abigail explained, still holding onto you.

“WHAT?!” John raised his voice, clearly just as panicked as the two of you were.

“I think the boys have been taken” you continued to cry, feeling somehow lonely with the fact that Arthur wasn’t there with you as he was out on a hunting trip with Charles.

“Who in hell would want to take two innocent children?”

“Someone who wants to get to me” Dutch whispered, thoughtfully pacing back to his tent.

“Goddamn-the Pinkertons must have found them” Micah added.

“What makes you think that?”

“Who else knows who those kids belong to? Remember when Arthur took them fishing and they ran into them? I bet you they’ve been following us and they’re just trying to get to us”

“He’s not wrong” Hosea begrudgingly said.

“I’m not wrong. I say we leave them”

“WHAT” you growled, pulling away from Abigail to face Micah, your glare threatening, “Are you seriously suggesting that I let them kill my boy? MY SON?!”

“What? They were only slowing us down anyway. We’re better off without them”

“Why you son of a-“ you lunged towards him, Abigail pulling you back with all her strength.

“Y/N, he’s not worth it” she soothed, rubbing your arms although she was seething in anger, “Let’s just focus on getting our sons back”

“Listen to the whore, Y/N”

“Don’t push it, Micah, or I’ll rip your head off too” she spat, leading the two of you towards her tent. You gasped and pulled away from her when you saw Arthur and Charles return from their hunting trip.

“ARTHUR! ARTHUR!” You sprinted towards his horse, making him slide off rapidly when he saw how scared you were.

“What? What-What is it, Darlin’?”

“Noah’s gone…” you panted, “They took Noah”

“Woah, slow down…are you sure he isn’t just playing?”

“No…Cain was there with them and-“

“Someone took our son?!” He asked, raising his voice in anger although you could sense how scared he was at the thought of losing his son, “God damn son of a bitch will pay”

“They…they took Jack too” you tried to get out, still clinging onto his hand as he squeezed it tightly.

“We’re going to get them back” he reassured you, pressing a kiss onto your forehead, “We’re going to get our son back”

“IT WEREN’T THE PINKERTONS!” Kieran yelled, rushing back into camp to where you were stood with the rest of the gang, “I saw-I saw…”

“Spit it out, boy! What did you see?!” John asked, seeing Kieran back away in fear.

“I saw a couple fellas clear off out of the woods with the boys…they sounded like Braithwaite boys!”

“I want my goddamn son back” Abigail cried, not sure who to fling her arms out towards.

“We will find them, and we will bring them home to you two” Dutch reassured, placing a hand on both yours and Abigail’s shoulders, “And we will kill any fool that had the temerity to touch one hair on those boys’ heads. I promise you”

“Just get our sons back” she pleaded, Karen rushing towards her to comfort her.

The men started to storm towards their horses, Dutch promising, “I will get those kids back, so help me God”

“How many of us do you need?” Bill asked.

“Anyone who’s willing to come. Micah, Kieran, you stay behind and if anyone strange turns up, kill em”

You sighed and rushed towards Arthur, who was mounting his horse with urgency, Hosea muttering something comforting to him.

“Arthur!”

“I’ll get him back” he whispered, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“Take me with you”

“No, it’s too dangerous, I-“

“Arthur we don’t have time for this! Now help me up or God help you!”

“I can’t lose you too” he whispered, desperation on his face.

You sighed and grasped his hand tightly, “He’s my son too”

Arthur grumbled and looked towards Dutch, who was too busy trying to get his horse to go forward at leading pace. He hauled you up onto his horse and you wrapped your arms around him, hearing his shouts to urge his horse to meet with the rest of the gang.

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The ride there was painful, your heart hammering in your chest at the thought of what they were doing to your son.

“I swear, I will kill everyone there” John shouted, his anger evident in the tone of his voice.

“Easy, John” Dutch reprimanded, “Try to stay calm. You too, Arthur”

“I’m fine” Arthur grumbled, shifting the reins into one hand to take yours into his other, squeezing lightly. You knew he was just as terrified as you were, if not more.

“How the hell did they even get to him?” Hosea asked.

“It’s my fault” you piped up, feeling Arthur stroke your hand as if to say don’t you dare blame yourself, woman, “I let the boys go off and play in the woods…I thought it would be safe with Bill and Javier on patrol…I even sent Cain with them”

“You didn’t know, dear. You can’t blame yourself” Hosea tried to reassure you, knowing that despite anyone’s efforts, you would only blame yourself.

The gang turned into the driveway up towards the Braithwaite mansion, Dutch giving a final instruction.

“Okay, get your heads right. Nobody makes a move until I say so”

“Y/N” Arthur whispered, “I want you to stay with the horses, stay out of trouble, you hear me?”

“They have my son, Arthur” you spat in a hushed tone.

“I will get him back, Y/N, if it’s the last thing I do”

“It will be the last thing WE do…you can say all you want but I’m coming with you”

Arthur sighed in defeat but didn’t push the matter, pulling his horse to a halt and dismounting at Dutch’s demand.

“Ok,” Dutch started, “Come on, let’s get this done…John, Arthur…you sure you're okay?”

“Like Arthur said, we’re fine” John insisted.

“I want no one to-Mrs. Morgan! What are you-“

“Same reason everyone else is here. I’m here to get my son and Jack”

“This ain’t no-“

“Save it, Dutch…I’m here and there is fuck all any of you can do about it”

Dutch sighed and looked towards Arthur, who just shrugged and signalled for him to carry on.

“Follow my lead” he raised his gun, starting to walk down the driveway.

“Both these redneck families think they can ruin us? I don’t think so…” Bill muttered.

Arthur handed you one of his repeaters and looked at you longingly, “Don’t do anything stupid”

“Arthur-“

“I love you” he interrupted, his eyes full of desperation and fear.

You nodded, “I know. Let’s get our son back”

The two of you hurried to catch up, the 9 of you walking in a threateningly straight line towards the house.

“There they are” Hosea pointed.

Dutch growled, “Who steals goddamn children?”

“I’m gonna let fly at those sons of bitches” John promised, his feet storming at a faster pace than anyone else.

“John, I need you to stay calm. You too, Morgans”

“You want me to stay calm?” You asked, feeling somehow offended, “My son is in there and they could-“

“Y/N…that’s enough. We’re going to get them back and give them what they deserve” Dutch warned, before raising his voice to let the Braithwaite’s know of their arrival, “GET DOWN HERE NOW! YOU INBRED TRASH!”

——————————

The shootout outside had ended, and you were breathing rapidly with adrenaline.

“You ok, Darlin’?” Arthur asked gently, rapidly checking you over to make sure you were ok.

“Fine…I’m fine”

“ARTHUR! Y/N! JOHN! HOSEA! WITH ME! Rest of you…watch out here for any other arrivals” Dutch ordered, kicking down the doors, “Get in there, find those kids and find that Braithwaite woman!”

Arthur stormed in, “NOAH?! SON ARE YOU IN HERE?!”

“Noah?!” You cried, rushing behind Arthur, “Jack?!”

“JACK!” You heard John call out behind you, the sound of glass smashing accompanying him, “JACK CAN YOU HEAR ME!”

You followed Arthur into a room, “Boys?!”

“Ah shit” Arthur mumbled when he spotted a Braithwaite gun, firing carelessly towards you and shooting the hat off of your head. Arthur shot a single bullet into his head and immediately rushed back to you, “You alright, are you hurt?!”

“Stop worrying about me, Arthur, and hurry up finding those boys!”

“The rooms barricaded! This must be where they’re holed up!” You heard Hosea call from upstairs, “Arthur get up here and give us a hand will you?”

You sprinted up the stairs to where the men were waiting, urgently trying to bust the door open.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Y/N” Dutch pulled you back, the rest of them pushing the door down, “John, Arthur, get out there. We’ve got this door covered”

The two fathers rushed outside, shooting the back up as you cried silently outside the barricaded door, praying that your son was not hurt.

“Arthur!” You called, running past all the gunshots towards an outer door on the balcony, “There’s a door here we can break down!”

“What are you doing out here! Get back inside!” He shouted furiously, still trying to shoot the remainder of the Braithwaite guns in the field, but you were already trying to break down the door with John by your side. When the door opened, you opened fire towards the two Braithwaite’s hiding inside, killing them both instantly, Hosea and Dutch breaking the main door down. Arthur hurried towards the closet door, kicking it down effortlessly and pulling the old woman out.

“Want me to kill you too?” Dutch threatened, his gun close to his side.

“Where are the boys?” Hosea asked, a firm grip on her shoulder as Dutch’s gun went to her throat.

“You bastards,” she seethed, “We have lived in this house for a hundred and twenty years”

“Well, I’m sorry you won’t live to see it for a hundred and twenty-one” you spat, glaring daggers at the woman.

“Where are the boys?” Hosea persisted.

“YOU KILLED MY SONS!” She cried.

“YOU TOOK OURS!” You matched her tone, trying to lunge towards her but Arthur had a firm grip on you, knowing how scared and angry you were right now, “And believe you me, from mother to mother, I will surely kill the rest of them until you tell me where my son is right now”

“I did your boys a favour!” She laughed, “I know your type! Common scum! At least they’ll grow up away from that sort of life!”

“Let’s get her out of here” Dutch growled, shooting her son in the head which caused her to scream and cry out.

Arthur traced his steps backwards, checking outside the balcony to make sure they were all gone. When he walked back in the room, you were stood in the same place, staring at the wall in front of you.

“Y/N, come on, we have to-“

“What if they killed him?” You asked shakily, tears falling down your cheeks, “What if he’s…he’s…”

“Don’t think like that. Noah is fine” he tried to reassure you, his voice quiet and gentle, “He’s going to be ok”

“Am I a bad mother?” You asked, almost in a whisper, your eyes flicking up to meet Arthur’s which were filled with sadness.

“What?”

“She said she did our boy a favour…we’re filth! Common scum!” You started sobbing, “What if she was right?!”

“God-“ Arthur pulled you into a tight hug, his heart beating rapidly and his breath shaky, “I want to tell you so much but right now, we have to get our son back…come on”

You nodded, pulling away and taking a large breath as Arthur wiped away your tears, taking your hand and leading you out the house to where the gang were dragging the old hag outside.

“Any more of her sons to deal with?” Dutch asked, dragging her by her hair.

“I reckon they’re all dead” John spat, following him down the stairs.

“Burn this dump to the ground!” Dutch ordered, the cries of the Braithwaite echoing in the house, “You sure Jack and Noah aren’t here?”

“We searched everywhere, Dutch” Hosea said sadly, looking towards your crying form sympathetically. John and Hosea had already started burning the place, throwing torches into rooms. You glared at the crying lady on the floor, pure anger flowing through your body. Dutch grunted as she resisted being dragged and picked her up swiftly, throwing her carelessly on the floor outside her flame ridden house.

“Why did you take the boys, Mrs Braithwaite” Hosea interrogated her.

“You stole my liquor! You stole my horses!” She cried, every member around you staring at her with pure hatred, “Ain’t no rules in war, Mister”

“Where’s my goddamn son, you whore!” You shouted, your hand still gripping onto Arthur’s for dear life, seeing John shed a tear from the corner of his eye.

“My sons” she started to laugh maniacally, “They gave him to Angelo Bronte. So my guess is Saint-Denis…well, either there or a boat to Italy!”

You gasped, feeling Arthur pull you closer towards him as he could sense you were about to do something irrational.

“Let’s go” Dutch ordered, the rest of the men following him.

“Y/N, come on” Arthur encouraged, pulling your hand away from the sobbing woman. You obliged for a moment before pulling away and grabbing Arthur’s revolver, shooting three clean shots into her head before any of them could do anything about it.

“That’s for taking my son, you bitch” you cried, dropping the revolver on the floor.

“Arthur-“ Dutch indicated towards you, Arthur rushing off to carry you away from the corpse on the muddied floor, still sobbing.

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“Excuse me, Sir” Dutch waved to the guard at Bronte’s gate, followed by you, Arthur and John, “We have an appointment to see Mr Bronte”

“Who are you?” The guard asked, grunting when Dutch pulled him up flush against the gate.

“You tell your boss to get down here right now so that we can talk about this like gentlemen” he whispered, picking him back up, “Run along now boy”

“Is that the special Dutch charm I keep hearing so much about?” John asked, sarcasm evident in his voice.

“Relax, I got this” Dutch reassured, raising his hands in surrender, urging the three of you to copy.

You were escorted into a large house, the sound of Italian music coming from the drawing room.

Dutch smiled politely, “ Mr Bronte, we-“

“Why did you take my son?!” You demanded, Dutch glaring at you as a result of your outburst.

“Excuse me?” Angelo laughed, clearly offended by the accusation.

“You heard the woman” Arthur spat, trying to contain himself from shooting a bullet through his brain, “You took our son”

John cleared his throat.

“and his” Arthur corrected, pointing towards John.

“We ain’t got no problems with you, Sir, nor you with us” Dutch reasoned, “But if you want to start one, there is gonna be a lot of folks dead in this room before it’s done”

“So, you walk into my city…” Bronte recapped, “Stinking of shit and looking like this…not to mention you bring a lady in trousers…and you come into my house before you have a bath and YOU tell ME how to act? You ask me to show compassion? Have I not shown you almost infinite compassion already by simply allowing you to breathe in my presence?”

“Indeed you have” Dutch broke the silence, shuffling to sit on the sofa opposite Bronte, “Now we are simple country folk”

“Simple?” You scoffed under your breath, catching Arthur’s lips upturning slightly.

“All we have is each other, and you have gone and taken their children over some dispute with some inbred ex-slavers? It has nothing to do with us”

“You have nothing to do with destroying the liquor business?!” Bronte shouted, the guard next to him raising his gun towards Dutch.

“We was innocent bystanders” Dutch said gently, “And that which we weren’t innocent of, well…we most surely were ignorant of”

“You twist words, you lie shamelessly, you think you are better than everyone else?”

“Well, what makes you think you’re better than everyone else? What makes you think that you’re entitled to steal not one, but TWO children away from their families?” You spat, clearly having enough of this man’s arrogance.

“È grintosa ... Mi piace! Ti amo! Dai da bere a questi uomini!” Bronte laughed, signalling to his guards to get the drinks he requested for the four of you, “Angelo Bronte!”

Dutch laughed at Bronte’s outstretched hand, willingly shaking it, “Dutch Van Der Linde! Arthur Morgan! And that there is John Marston!”

“Arthur, the pleasure is mine. John, all mine and who…” he paused when he reached you, “Who are you?”

“That is Y/N Morgan. Arthur’s wife”

“Ciao Bella!” He took your hand and kissed it, bowing slightly, “How lucky Mr Arthur is, eh?”

“He doesn’t even know the half of it” you smiled, winking at Arthur who looked at you as if he were hurt, ushering for you to sit down next to John as he stood next to the sofa.

“So…” Dutch took the glass from the guard, “Can my three friends have their sons back now?”

“Of course, of course,” Bronte laughed, taking a drink, “But…should I be out of pocket over a misunderstanding?”

“Name your price” you burst out, not letting anyone else have a turn in the say.

“Oh, oh my dear, no. Not a price” he smiled, “A simple favour is all I ask”

“What is it?” Arthur grumbled, placing his glass on the table.

“A couple people have taken to grave robbing in the cemetery”

“Well that is a fine place for it, the best” Dutch laughed at his own joke, soon stopping when he realised no one else found it as funny as he did.

“Why don’t you three” Bronte pointed to you, John and Arthur, “Go and sort it out while Mr Van Der Linde and I talk more about my manners”

———————————

“Well” Dutch grumbled as the three of you came back from the cemetery, “You took your time”

“Where are they?” You asked desperately, Dutch smiling and waving behind him to indicate to the guards to open the door.

“JACK!” John cried out happily, rushing to pick up Jack and hug him tightly.

“PA!” Jack smiled widely.

You looked towards Dutch, “Where’s-“

“Mummy! Daddy!” Noah ran down the steps and jumped into your arms, making you sob like a baby with relief. You hugged him tightly and smiled when you felt Arthur wrap his arms around the both of you, kissing the top of Noah’s head.

“Where did you get to, son?” He asked, smiling just as widely as you, almost on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry…Jack took care of me though”

You sighed and looked over towards Jack still in his father’s arms, who was watching the three of you hug each other tightly.

“Thank you, Jack”

“That’s what older brothers are for” He smiled proudly, John putting him down to check him over.

“Come on, let’s go home” Arthur smiled, kissing the two of you gently.

“Arthur, Mr Bronte has invited us to a garden party at the mayor’s house” Dutch laughed, mounting his horse as John helped Jack and Arthur helped Noah onto theirs, “We have a new camp set up, boys…you two are going to love it”

“Let’s head back to Ma shall we?” John asked Jack, making him smile widely, “You sure you’re okay, son?”

“I’m fine” he said cheerfully, “Papa Bronte said you guys would come for us”

“I’m sorry” John said, the guilt evident in his voice.

“What for, pa?”

“For taking so long”

“We had a fun time!” Noah piped up, “We had a big room with our own beds and the biggest toy box in the world!”

“And lots of books” Jack added.

“Is that so?” You asked, thinking about the life back at camp and how they had it so much better with that Bronte man.

“Have you ever had spaghetti?” Jack asked his father, making Arthur turn his head.

“What’s that?”

“It’s food, Daddy,” Noah told him, “It looks like worms”

“It tastes delicious, though” Jack said, making you laugh forcefully. You couldn’t help but feel guilty with the fact that you had stripped the boys from their own beds under a roof with food other than stew with lots of toys and books for them to play with. They had nothing but their families at camp.

“Papa Bronte teached us lots of Italian words”

“Don’t call him that…please” John begged his son, feeling just as guilty as you did.

“Pantafollo…that’s a slipper”

“A slipper?” John laughed.

The two Marston’s chatted away behind you and you leant on Arthur’s back, holding tightly to the younger of the two boys.

“Is he doing ok?” You whispered.

“He’s out” Arthur sighed, “Kidnapping is a tiring business”

“He had a good life back there”

“Don’t-“

“No, Arthur…I mean it…he had toys and books and…slippers, apparently. For christ sake, he had a roof over his head”

“He didn’t have his family”

You paused for a moment, listening to Jack talk endlessly about Italy and Italian food.

“I guess you’re right”

“I am” Arthur smiled, leaning back to kiss your forehead, “He’s back with us now. He’s safe”

———————————

“ABIGAIL!” Dutch called out as you reached the edge of camp, the big house looking dark as always, “HE’S OK!”

“WE GOT HIM, ABIGAIL!”

“MOMMA!” Jack cried out happily, “I’m fine momma!”

Abigail ran around the corner, reaching her arms out to take her son from John, “Come here you silly boy”

“Come on then” Arthur groaned, sliding off his horse to grab his sleeping son and carry him towards your room.

“Thank you, you got my son back. Arthur, Dutch, thank you” She cried, “Did you find Noah?”

“He’s right here” Arthur said, coming out from behind Dutch’s horse so Abigail could see Noah.

“Thank the Lord” she sobbed, “Thank you”

“JACK!” Hosea cried out happily, “How are you boy?”

“Fine” he piped up happily, “Noah’s here too”

Everyone’s attention flicked up to you and Arthur, Noah still soundly sleeping in his arms.

“I’m gonna put this monster to bed and I’ll be right back down” Arthur whispered proudly, holding protectively onto his son.

You stopped next to John, noticing him standing back and watching his son.

“You ok?”

“Yeah…yeah, I just…I want him to know that-“

“He knows. He knows you love him, of course he does. Abigail too”

“She sure don’t act like it…did you see her just a second ago? Didn’t even so much as notice I was stood right there”

“She’s more than grateful, John. She…just has a funny way of showing her appreciation. It’s Abigail” you laughed slightly, the rest of the gang fussing over Jack.

“Am I a bad father?”

“You’re as much a bad father as I am a bad mother” you said, “I let my son play in the woods and he got taken. I can’t give him anything that Bronte man can give him. But I went and I got him back. And I can give him all the love in the world that he deserves. And you’ve done that for Jack. I know you’d give up the world for him. Just as I would for Noah”

John looked at you and smiled gratefully, “Why are you so good to me?”

“Because I see that good man under that arrogant facade, Johnny” you pushed him with your shoulder, making him laugh, “Now go and be with your family”

“Yes, Ma’am” he continued laughing, jogging over to embrace his family just as Arthur had done earlier.

“Let’s have a drink!” Dutch called out, earning a cheer from the rest of camp. You watched over them all laughing and singing along to Javier’s guitar. What you didn’t see was Arthur heading over towards you.

“You ok, Darlin’?”

“Noah down alright?”

“Yeah, yeah he’s ok”

“Good”

Arthur looked at you, although you refused to make eye contact, “You still think you’re a bad mother, don’t you?”

“They stole my son and gave him a life I could never give him”

“Y/N, darlin’-”

“I’m common scum” you sniffled, wiping away a single tear.

“That boy…our son…he has the best mother anybody could ask for. You gave him life, and you move heaven and earth to get him what he wants. He wants a toy? You go and get it. And not by stealing or killing, you do it honest. He wants something other than stew? You take him to town and feed him any meal he wants, even if that means we have no money for three days. You are amazing. How many times do I have to keep telling ya?” He started to laugh, opening his arms and engulfing you in a tight hug, “We’ll raise this kid the way we want to because that’s the best way there is. You’ve raised the most amazing boy, Y/N, and that’s all you. While I’ve been out hunting and collecting debts for fucking Strauss, you’ve been doing the perfect job at raising Noah to become the best man he could be. And I promise that I will be with you to raise him for the rest of our lives. I ain’t going anywhere anytime soon”

“I hope” you sniffled, looking up at Arthur, “That he turns out exactly like you…minus all…this”

You gestured around towards camp, making Arthur laugh, “I ain’t a good man, Y/N”

“Stop it”

“I ain’t-“

“You’re perfect. You’re so good to me and to Noah, and hell you step up to the plate when John can’t and Abigail is off…doing her own thing. I want Noah to be exactly like you. I mean, he’s already the spitting image”

“He is a handsome lad” Arthur laughed, kissing you gently.

“Mummy?” A small voice came from beside you.

“Noah? Sweetheart, what you doing up? You should be asleep!” You caressed his head, kneeling down to his height.

“I heard everyone singing and-and I wanted to sing too!” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, making your heart melt into a puddle.

“Ok, but only for a little bit, alright?” Arthur decided, crouching down to the same height, “I think mummy would kill us both if you stayed up until the sun comes up, don’t you?”

Noah laughed and lifted up his arms, Arthur picking him up easily, “Come on, kiddo”

Noah laughed as Arthur blew raspberries onto his neck as they approached the campfire, joining in with the singing before sitting down on a nearby log. Arthur placed Noah on his lap and sang the song Javier was playing. Noah motioned over towards you and you smiled, wiping the last tear from your eye before going to sit next to Arthur, his arm wrapped around you tightly.

He was right. Noah may not have had everything Bronte gave him, but he definitely had everything he could ever need. He was loved.

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ur an amazing writer and i feel like we don't have enough threads but SOON i'll have enough courage to ask for more. keep doing great and being amazing love!!!

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

#PLEASEEEEEE GIVE ME MORE THREADS I WILL TAKE THEM ALL #krys speaks;#PLEASE #Anonymous

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Your life is gonna change me (Biadore) Chapter 5 - AbbiNeedless

“Can we come in?”

Adore looked at her office’s door and found Aja standing with Farrah by her side.

“Sure.”

She closed the book she was reading and looked at her students.

“Is something wrong?” “Not at all!” Aja said. “Actually we’re here to give you a little present.”

Farrah took from her backpack a little pink box with a white gift bow.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” “I chose the wrapping and the bow.” Farrah said when she gave her the box. “I can see.” She opened their present and found four seeds with a red ribbon each. “I’ve seen these before but I don’t remember what are those.” “Those are ojos de venado.” Aja explained her. “It’s an amulet against bad influences, bad vibes and envies.” “Wow…” “Yeah, you should wear it now that you’re pregnant and give one to your wife, for protection.” “And these other two are for my kids?” “Yeah, my mama used to say that every baby should wear it so people couldn’t do them a mal de ojo.” “Thank you, girls, this is a very good and cute gift.” The girls walked to her and hugged her, Aja helped her to wear the amulet in her wrist. “You’re welcome, mrs Delano.” Farrah said and hugged her one last time. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “See you, girls!”

—-

Mom: Adore Adore: I didn’t do it! Adore: wassup? Mom: Come to the house, I have a surprise for you Adore: I’ll be there :3

—-

Adore closed her car’s door and walked to the house.

“Why dos this fucking path has to be steep? Goddamn it.”

She opened the door’s house.

“Mom?” “Kitchen!”

Adore put her things in her mom’s couch and walked to where the voice came, she found her mom with a lot of worsted balls in the table and two little hand knitted blankets.

“Oh my God, you knitted those?” She sat next to her mom and took a pink blanket in her hands, it felt soft and warm. “I did.” Bonnie looked proud of her work. “You never knit.” “I only knit in special occasions.” She smile to her daughter. “I haven’t finished them yet, I still need to put their names with white thread so they look perfect for my grandbabies’ cribs.” “You still have four months, mom.” “Those months will be gone before you realize.” She took her daughters hands. “How have you being feeling?” “My boobs are bigger, mom and my back hurts a lot.” “Everyone can see that your boobs are bigger, Adore, they’re getting huge!” “I didn’t know that was something that happened now, I thought it would be when they were almost here.” “Nope, it happens now. What about your back? How many pillows do you need to sleep?” “Like five, my back always fucking hurts, even when I’m in bed and… Mom.” “What? Is something wrong?” “Mom…” “Is something wrong?” “They’re moving.” She took her hand and placed in her stomach. “They’re moving!” “Oh God.” She put both hands on her daughter stomach, she could feel how both of her grandbabies were moving inside of her daughter, it almost made her cry. “You better sign these kids in dancing lessons when they grow up.” “I’ll ask Alyssa or maybe Laganja.” She said with a big smile. “Sasha said that I’m going to be feeling their moves more often now that they’re bigger, it’s so surreal!” “I know, it’s always like this with the first pregnancy.” Bonnie said. “Ernie never let me sleep, he was always dancing in here!” “Ethan and Willow must be learning how to dance tango, just look at them!” “Sign them with Alyssa.”

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Tyra: Bianca? Bianca: I’m on my studio, do you need something? Tyra: could you please come to my office? I need to talk to you Bianca: why don’t you come to my studio? I’m busy with the gown for Dakota Fanning Tyra: you serious? Bianca: you are the one who wants to talk with me Tyra: you win, I’ll be there in a minute

—-

“Bianca?” “Come in, Tyra.”

Tyra got into her studio and walked to her, she studied the dress her mannequin was wearing.

“Take a picture.” Bianca said while she hand sewn the final details. “It last longer.” “I didn’t come here to talk about Dakota’s dress.” “Then?” “The New York fashion week of this year.” “What about it?” “Are you going to attend it?” “Of course I am, why are you asking?” “Well, I thought you were not going.” “Why?” She held the needle with her teeth. “Because of Adore’s pregnancy, I think it would better for Adore to have her wife by her side, we all know sometimes she can’t handle difficult situations like the one you are living now alone.” Courtney and Valentina turned their gaze at Bianca, she looked mad. “This is about to get real.” Courtney gave her cellphone to her daughter and looked at Valentina, she nodded. “Tyra.” Bianca said.“Adore’s pregnancy is not an impediment for me to go to the fashion week, by that time she is going to be a seven months pregnant lady and she is going to be just fine.” “If you say so.” She gave her dress a last look and walked to the door. “By the way, that dress needs a last stitch on the side.”

She took her cellphone out and typed a message.

Bianca: Can I kill Tyra? Raja: I’d love to see that but Marco would kill us if something happened to her Raja: why do you want to kill her now?? Bianca: she’s being a bitch Raja: nothing new Bianca: about Adore’s pregnancy Raja: kill her and then throw her body to a river Raja: I’ll help you!

Bianca smiled to her phone’s screen.

Bianca: I’ll have it on mind

She finished sewing the dress, it was a beautiful long sleeved dress, the fabric had a flower petal pattern that the Fanning girl had chosen herself.

“I don’t think the dress needs an extra stitch on the side.” Courtney said behind her.

Bianca nodded and walked to her desk thinking in how many ways she could call Tyra a bitch.

“Bianca, could you please stop mumbling about Tyra?” “Courtney, she was talking shit about my wife!” “Mama, what is shit?” The red haired girl who was sitting in one of the chairs asked her. “It’s a bad word that you cannot say, ok?” “But what is it?” “What Tyra says.” Bianca said and sat on her chair.

Victoria put the cellphone down and walked to Bianca.

“Don’t be angry.” “I’m already angry, Vicky.” “Then don’t be it.” “What a great solution.” She sighed and covered her face with her free hand. “Vicky, why don’t you go to play with Valentina? Auntie Bianca is a little bit upset.” “Ok, mom.”

The little girl left them alone and joined Valentina in the other side of the studio.

“Don’t be mad at Vicky, she is just worried about you.” “I’m not mad at her, I’m mad at Tyra, that bitch wants to take my spot in the fashion week so she can show her stupid bride dresses, they’re not even that good.” “Look, you have a lot of work here and that stresses you out and then there’s Adore and your kids, try to relax a little bit.” “I was relaxed until that bitch came and started to talk…” Courtney raised her eyebrows. “Dumb things about my wife.” “Try to focus on something else.”

Her cellphone lighted up with a notification, she opened the message and a smile was on her face again.

Baby Jesus eyes: look at this, Bea!! Baby Jesus eyes sent two pictures. Baby Jesus eyes: My mom knitted two blankets for Ethan and Willow with their names on it! It’s so cute I almost puked rainbows ❤❤❤❤ and two of my students gave me ojos de venado, they say it keeps envies and bad vibes from the person who’s wearing it, I’m already wearing one and I have one for you and for our babies :D My willow: that amulet is what I need right now Baby Jesus eyes: I’m at my mom’s, come after work and I’ll give one to you

“Auntie Bianca?” Victoria asked her, Bianca helped her to sit in her lap. “You’re not mad anymore?” “No.” She looked at the photo of the knitted blankets with her kids names on those. “Not anymore.”

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“You shouldn’t wear that shit.” Bonnie said while she looked at her daughter. “Why not?” “Because is a bruja’s shit.” “It’s Santeria, I googled it and its white magic.” “All magic is bad.” “I don’t agree with that.”

The door opening noise distracted them from their fight, Bianca got into the house and smiled to them.

“Hi, Dorey. Hi, Bonnie.” “Bianca, thank God you’re here.” Bonnie said. “Come and tell your wife to stop this brujeria bullshit.” “Is this about the ojo de venado?” She kissed her wife and sat beside her. “Yeah, is not safe for her and the babies to wear that thing.” “Actually…” “…” “My mom used to make us wear them, they’re good for the person who’s wearing it.” Adore gave her mom a satisfied smile. “You see?” “Oh damnit, you know what? Do whatever you want, both of you are crazy.” “A little bit, yeah.” Adore rested her head on Bianca’s shoulder. “Well.” Bonnie handed them the knitted blankets. “These are for my grandbabies, put them on their cribs.” “We will.”

Bonnie gave them a big bear hug and walked with them to their cars.

“See you, later, mijas.” “See ya, mom.” Adore hugged Bonnie. “Take care of yourself, Adore.” “I always do it!” “I mean it, baby.” She took her daughter’s hands. “Take care of yourself.” “I will, mom, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

She got into her car and drove away.

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Valentina: Tia Bianca Tia B: yes, kiddo? Valentina: can I spend the night at Violet’s? Tia B: hmm… Valentina: Pleaseeeeee? :3 Tia B: yeah, whatever Valentina: Yay! See ya tomorrow :D Tia B: Don’t drink too much Valentina: who said we’re going to drink? Tia B: our missing vodka bottle Tia B: rude Valentina: oops Tia B: just be careful Valentina: I always am!

—-

Bianca put her cellphone back in her pocket and grabbed the popcorn bowl, she joined her wife in the couch and cuddled with her.

“What movie do you want to see?” Adore asked her while she scrolled down on Netflix. “Whatever is ok.” “Sure?” “Not Contact, I told Katya I was not going to watch that shit.” “Ok, Bea, no Contact.” She started to type a name in the searcher. “Last time we went to our checkup Cynthia recommended me a movie called ‘Viva’, wanna watch it?” “Sure, play it.”

—-

Bianca was laying in the grass of their garden in the middle of the night just looking at the sky and playing with the amulet on her wrist, the movie made her think a lot about her parents and all the shit that happened when she came out to them. Dede and Sammy noticed there was something wrong with her and started giving little kisses to her face.

“Oh babies.” She kissed them back. “Mama is ok!”

Don’t lie to yourself, you’re not ok.

“I’m ok… I’m ok.”

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Christmas 1993

“Mama…” “Don’t you dare to call me that again, Bianca.” All of her siblings went to their rooms when they saw their mom was getting angry, Tony gave her a worried look before he disappeared into the stairs. “Papa?” “Who are you?…” Her mother screamed to her not letting her husband speak. “You’ve known me your whole life and you ask me this? I am the same girl who loved to play with her brothers, I’m the same girl who had always the main role in the school plays, I am the same teenager who started to design her own clothes and I am the same Bianca you’ve called daughter for the last 18 years! I just got tired of lying to you.” “…” “I’m your daughter.” “You should have keep that for yourself.” Her mother looked away. “I raised you for better.” “Mom…” “I want you out.” “What?” “Pack your things and leave my house, I won’t have a butch living under my roof.” “Laida, come on.” Her father said. “It’s Christmas, don’t make her do this now.” “She didn’t think about that before doing this! Before she became lesbian!” “I didn’t ‘become’ a lesbian! I’m always been like this!” “Stop this, Bianca!” Her mom looked at her, the look in her eyes was terrifying, Bianca had never seen her mom this angry. “I took a decision, I want you out by tomorrow midday.” Her mother left the dining room and closed her bedroom door with a slam. “Dad?” Bianca saw the man she loved the most getting up from his chair. “Dad…” “I’m sorry, Bianca but a decision has been taken.” He walked to her and sat by her side. “I hate to do this, I really do, but it has to be done.” “You have to be kidding!” She wiped the tears from her face. “Where will I go? What am I going to do?” “We have money saved for your college, before your mother remembers it I’m going to transfer all of it to your account.” “What?” “You’ll be able to pay your studies and find a nice place for you to live, you’ll have to get a better job though but this will help you out.” “Papa…” She got up and hugged her father with all of her strength, she didn’t want to leave him, she didn’t. “Go pack your things, Bea. Tomorrow I’ll help you find a place, I’m not like your mother.” “I know… I love you, Papa.” “I love you too, Bea.”

—-

She got up and entered her house again with the dogs behind her. She went to her office and turned on her computer, she opened a new document and started typing.

Adelaida and Dante.

This is Bianca, your daughter, do you remember me? It’s been a while since the last time we saw each other, Valentina’s quinceañera party, I think it was a good day, don’t you think?

I’m writing you because I realized a lot of things in the past months and I wanted to tell you about all that since I “left” your house.

I got two degrees, one in scenic arts and one as a fashion designer, after Hurricane Katrina I decided to move to New York, I lived there for a couple of years working in Broadway and when I turned 34 I moved to California, it’s an amazing city; the climate is great, no storms like in Louisiana, you’d love it.

Two years later I met someone, she has the most beautiful eyes in the world and the most beautiful smile and laugh too. She is super charismatic, clever, lovely and has the most enormous heart ever. We got married a year later, her name is Adore, I took her with me to Valentina’s quinces I don’t know if you remember her. She is a professor in the University of California and also a singer, you’d love to play guitar while she is singing, dad, I’m sure of that.

When we moved together we adopted two dogs, Dede and Sammy, they’re cute and small like Wendy was, my mother in law call them our perrijos, it’s really fun.

Also after we moved together I took Valentina, your granddaughter, under my wing. I have to say that I was pretty disappointed to know that you didn’t learn anything from what happened with me and the story repeated again with her. When Tony kicked her out after coming out she came to me and I gave her a place that she now can call home and she has a better life now; she studies dancing in the University of California and works with me as my model, she is doing great.

I’m also writing you because I wanted to give you news; my family is growing, Adore is pregnant, pregnant with twins and I realized that I want Ethan and Willow to know their grandparents. Adore’s mom is the sweetest grandmother I’ve known in the last few years, she has ten grandchildren and she knows all of their names and always gives them all the love she can. I want my children to have that with you.

I’m not forcing you to be back in my life again or to be in my children’s life, that’s your choice but it would be nice if my wife and my children could get to know my parents.

Your daughter. Bianca.

PS. I’m also sending you some pictures of the family and of my kids, they’ll be here in four months.

She printed the letter and put it on an envelope with the photos, she walked out of the house with her dogs and got to the mailbox.

“Well, it’s now or never.”

She put the letter into the mailbox and went back to her house without looking back.

#abbineedless #biadore #lesbian au #romance #kinda smut #fluff #lots of fluff #angst #moms to be #sad past #rpdr fanfiction #pregnancy #your life is gonna change me #bianca del rio #adore delano

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roman-winter · 7 years

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ALL OF THOSE NUMBERS

WELP good thing ur the only one who actually sent me anything. HERE WE GO. every single number under the cut lmao

1. your favorite face claims

ZANE HOLTZ, MICHAEL TREVINO, BOB MORELY, STEPHEN JAMES, CAMERON MONAGHAN, if i could only use those faces for the rest of my rping life, i’d be perfectly happy, they’re my babes

2. your least favorite face claims

fcs i actively don’t like are p much bc people ruined them for me such as dane dehaan, xavier dolan, that blonde guy who’s always w xavier dolan and serval others that i never see around anymore anyway so it doesn’t really matter

3. face claims that you are dying to use

for the love of god someone actually let me use dj cotrona jfc. also miguel angel silvestre pleaseeeeee. and more zane holtzes always. like if u want a holy holtz, i’ll give him to you

4. face claims that you are dying to play against

rn i’m super into american gods so def both ricky whittle and emily browning. i’ve always wanted to play against a billie piper. every single person in this tag

5. your favorite original-verse oc (or one of your favorites)

shit that’s hard ummm i’m just gonna go w a current fav which is eli whitehall mostly bc of the amazing world that we’ve created for him and andrew and the like super amazing and rich backstory that has been developed, also just like playing a trans character who’s 50?? BEST THING EVER 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND esp since he’s got the best husband in the world #relationshipgoals

6. your favorite fandom oc (or one of your favorites)

not technically an oc since his name is mentioned in the books BUT since the verse is so completely not canon he’s basically an oc AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD ALL DAY EVERY DAY my love my light my fav i will keep playing him forever and ever and then a bit more

7. your favorite oc who isn’t yours (or one of your favorites)

can i just say every single one of @chrysalis-writes‘ characters??? but like atm probably oliver who is the love of my life. like wtf is better than an unplanned ship just taking form out of nowhere and then being THE BEST SHIP EVER CREATED like fuck man i get emo when i think about oliver and how beautiful and pure and wonderful christine made him. i’m crying ok bye

8. your favorite fandom character to have played

rn my fav has to be richie gecko my trans son, i love fdtd w my whole soul and i love having the privilege of writing richie w my two fav ppl

9. a fandom character who you would really like to play

hey guess what i want? i want to play bruce wayne in my horrible crossover crackship helldream that is ironbat, aka the best ship in the world. i want bruce wayne and tony stark to fuck and i have zero regrets

10. a fandom character who you would like to interact with

see above.

11. an rpg that meant a lot to you

knockturn meant the world to me and i’m so so glad that i’ve gotten to keep writing in that verse even if it’s outside of a group environment, but it was such a fantastic experience and so much fun to create that world with my best bruv and i’m so so proud of all the writing we did, everyone was just absolutely amazing, and it’s also how i met nikki GOD BLESS US EVERYONE

12. an rpg that you’re excited about

i just applied to an rp a few days ago and i’m pumped about maybe getting to be in that but i'm not gonna tag it bc i dunt wanna be that asshole but it’s all the worlds and it looks hella cool

13. an rpg that you’d like to create

lmao NONE i’m done w that game man. i still dream of bringing back knockturn w christine one day bc that was legit my fav rp that i’ve been part of but a lot of things about the rpc would have to change before i’d feel okay about putting that much work into something again

14. your favorite rp friendship

i’m not gonna say christine bc that’s a cop out and also we were friends years b4 rping 2gether, so i’m gonna throw a bone to my two favs SUZIE and NIKKI the loves of my life whom i am so so lucky to be friends with and get to write with, and if either of u read this i love youuuuuuu

15. your favorite rp otp

every single ship that i have w christine but mostly oliver and val alwayz

16. your favorite rp notp

lmao idk bro you’d be surprised about how many notps i have tbh i’m just quiet about it bc i mind my own business unlike some people :~~~)

17. your favorite rp family relationship

UM SETH AND RICHIE GECKO OFC WHO DO YOU THINK I WOULD SAY the first time we started a thread w them we were legit like wtf why have we never played bros???? and it was the best and i’m always emo about those two trans losers

18. your favorite rp universe/world

i’m super into the little sensate world we’ve got going bc we have such cool and amazing characters and evil jeff goldblum exists and the story we’ve got concocted is great and can you tell i’m just talking directly to you now christine? bc i definitely am, who else would read this whole thing????

19. your favorite non-playable character

that is very very hard bc i’m notoriously bad at npcs, but i luv valentin’s daughter, alexandra bc she’s just so sweet and kind and accepting and i love her and all of the cute little things that have and will happen with her interacting with val and all the other sensates KILLS ME

20. your first rp character

omfg my first chara was an oc when i was like eleven called lily lupin and she was remus’ secret brother’s child???? i remember nothing else about her but that. idk guys i was a weird child but i had a good time rping on an hp forum lmao

21. your latest rp character

ELECTRIFICATION KOZLOV who is a badass kgb agent during the cold war who i’m super excited to start writing soon. he’s awful and great and idk what happened but i have a thing w playing russian characters rn????

22. a plot that you’d like to play out

see numbers 9 and 10

23. a real-world setting that you’d like to use as the setting of a plot

i think i’ve got all the real world setting plots i want rn tbh i’m really into grabbing more supernatural plots!

24. your favorite rp genre

probably scifi, esp atm! i’m so so bad at science myself but i really do love playing inside a scifi environment that i didn’t have to build lmao

25. a quote you’d like to use to build a character on

omfg i’m the WORST but i really would love to build a few characters (probably like a 1x1x1) based on “you are jeff” just literally the whole damn poem. i’ve had some character relationships that mimicked the twins section of it very well, but i think it’d be super fun to literally base a plot on that

26. a song you’d like to use to build a character on

i just saw reeve carney live and i’ve been listing to his new album nonstop and “resurrection” would make a really REALLY good character song, so THAT!

27. a song you’d like to use to build an rp relationship on

i’ve had the need since the album came out to have a ship based on against me’s song “haunting haunted haunts” i feel like it could make a pretty good plot tbh and i’m always here for angst

#chrysalis-writes #holy FUCK #ty bruv for the entertainment #if someone actually reads all of this i'll give u a prize #; about #; ask

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