swap!bravetrio. :D yes i had to change some names for my purposes. puff gave me trouble tho
also just so we are clear, GingerBrave - Snow Sugar, Wizard - Star Coral, Strawberry - Cream Puff. ignore the fact i didn't put epic under Puff or that i kept them all as epics excpet for star. im just saying, wizard should've been a super epic.
Arthur x f!reader: I knew you'd come, but I wish to hell and back you didn't.
😉 Take it however you want.
okay i absolutely hate this but i've been so uninspired and i've been so out of it with writing so pls forgive me anon. I don't even know what this is but here pls enjoy ://
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“Don’t make a goddamn sound, and open the vault.”
You point your revolver at the head of the bank manager, the man visibly shaking as he keyed open the door to the vault.
Maybe it was a stupid decision to rob a bank on your own but you knew you could handle yourself if you played it right, besides you’d robbed many stage coaches and homesteads on your own— a bank should be fine...right?
Of course not everything could go your way. Getting into the bank and grabbing the money was the easy part. Civilians would mostly listen to you, taking one look at a revolver and deciding that you weren’t someone to be messed with but escaping the law was completely different.
They had the entire bank surrounded and while you managed to shoot your way out, while you were climbing onto your horse, a bullet clipped your ribcage. It nearly made you fall from your horse, crying out at the pain but you had no time to even look at the damage as you raced to hide from the law.
This time the law were real persistent, despite the sun going down and the thunderstorm that had rolled in they didn’t stop searching.
For a moment you thought’d they’d really catch you, that this would be it. Your horse was growing tired in the harsh conditions and you were starting to think that you wouldn’t be able to outrun them.
Passing through trees and heavy forest you turn to see the lanterns of lawmen getting closer and closer before noticing a rundown cabin in the corner of your eye.
Completely distracted you don’t notice the low hanging branch until you’ve already fallen from your horse. Instantly, your horse spooks and runs off into the tree-line and you groan as you push yourself up from the muddy ground.
You don’t have time to think about it, carrying your saddle bag as you make your way to the cabin in hopes that the lawman don’t find you before then.
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The rickety old door of an abandoned cabin finally manages to break open with the force of your shoulder. Your hand clutches your ribcage, coving the bullet wound from your encounter with the law.
God it was reckless to go on that robbery alone.
The cabin offers a small relief from the battering rain outside as you throw off your drenched coat that was weighing you down and no doubt drenched in blood. You had no idea what time it was, guessing around midnight by the moonlight creeping in behind the ripped curtains.
Dropping your saddlebag full of cash onto the floorboards, you walk until your back hits the wooden walls of the cabin. Sliding down, a loud hiss leaves you as you take a look over your wound which has a steady stream of blood pouring from it.
There’s not a single bandage or health cure in sight but there’s a half opened and dusty bottle of whiskey under the table so you could at least clean the wound.
You blow off the layer of dust from the rim of the bottle, brining it to your lips and took a large swig of the horrible tasting liquid as you prepared for the inevitable burn that comes with cleaning a bullet wound.
The second the whiskey touches your skin your teeth bite into your cheek as a pained sound leaves you. It’s an excruciating burning pain that feels like molten lava is being poured right over your ribs and it has you dropping the bottle to put pressure over it.
Your head began to spin, whether it was from the searing pain or the blood loss you weren’t quite sure but you knew that you were in trouble if you didn’t get this looked at soon.
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As the hours ticked on you slowly felt your body growing weaker and weaker. You could no longer apply pressure to your side, your consciousness slipping as your head spun.
Outside you could hear the rumbling of trees and the tell-tale signs of lawmen searching. Their lanterns flickered through the chipped windows as the continued their search for you now that the rain had slowed.
You were sure if you hadn’t robbed fifteen thousand dollars from the local bank that the law would’ve given their search up long ago.
There was a sudden bang of bullets firing and lawman shouting. It seemed that someone had clearly run into them and you hoped to god that it wasn’t bounty hunters.
A stray bullet broke the window, startling you slightly but you were too weak to do anything but hold your revolver close to your chest.
It was silent for a moment, nothing but the sounds of the forest outside until the creaking wooden door was barged open. You instantly point your revolver at the figure standing in front of the door, lowering your weapon when you realise its just Arthur.
A pained laugh leaves your lips as you look up at Arthur weakly. It all stops though when you see the blood staining Arthur’s shirt, no doubt where the bullets had clipped his arm from his run in with the law.
“I knew you'd come, but I wish to hell and back you didn’t.”
Arthur takes a knee beside you, pulling your hand away to see your wound before rummaging in his saddle bag to reveal a bandage.
“Now why the hell wouldn’t I come and find yer. If it weren’t for Charles teaching me to track I reckon you’d be long gone by now.”
Once Arthur secures the bandage over your wound, he slides his arm under your knee while the other holds your back. He pulls you up and holds you against his chest, wincing from the pain in his arm.
“Arthur you nearly got yourself killed trying to find me if those bloody clothes are anything to go by.”
Despite your protest you couldn’t help but rest your head over his shoulder, your body completely exhausted from today’s events. Your hand came to weakly hold his jaw, smiling as you kissed underneath his chin in a silent effort to thank him for saving you. Arthur held you securely against his chest, carrying you outside and placing you on the back of his horse.
When he finally saddled up himself, your head rested on his back and your arm that wasn’t holding your side came to wrap around his waist.
“Common now, lets get you to Susan— I’m sure she’ll chew yer ear off for going alone but she’ll patch you up soon enough.”
You hummed in agreement, only half listening as you dozed off against his back. Before you let yourself completely relax on the way back to camp, you weakly squeeze his waist.
“Love you Arthur…”
You hear him laugh softly, turning to look back at you with all the love in the world.
