Javier Escuella & Teenager Daughter Reader (about 16 years old)
Summary: A whirlwind of events lands you and a few other members of the gang on the island of Guarma, also leading to your kidnapping.
Word Count: 3200
The last few events definitely hadn't been planned but that wasn't much of a surprise anymore, nothing seemed to go right these days. You've all lost more people than you'd care to count, you couldn't even think about those deaths right now.
This whole mess had started with a bank job going wrong, you hiding out in a dingy room with the other's, trying to plan an escape. Of course, Dutch came up with a plan. A plan that nobody really seemed on board with but what other option was there?
You all stayed in that room until it got dark and then headed for the docks, Dutch insisting that you would all return to find the rest of the gang in a few weeks. You didn't like it, leaving the others but Charles said that he would go back to them and you trusted him to make take care of the others, you were sure that Sadie would handle things as well.
And that's how you, your father, Dutch, Arthur, Bill, and Micah ended up on a boat heading for Cuba. Using gold from the bank job, Dutch convinced the captain to stay quiet about the stowaways, but then things only went from bad to worse.
A storm hit the ship one night when you were all sleeping, meaning you all had to scramble onto a little rowboat to not drown. Arthur had gotten stuck behind some fallen crates on the ship. By the time he made it to the deck, you were all already in a little boat. A boat that your father had to drag you onto, he didn't want to leave Arthur behind either but his mind was only focused on getting you off of this sinking ship. You were more surprised and concerned by how easily Dutch seemed to make the decision.
Next thing you knew, what remained of the group was setting up camp, somewhere called Guarma. It was rough, making you miss the luxuries of the gang's camp, but it was keeping you all alive. If you had a choice of who to be deserted on an island with, you wouldn't have chosen these men. Especially not Micah or Bill.
You were about to stab Micah if he didn't button up that shirt, you really didn't need to be seeing that right now.
Just as you were giving up, it seemed that the universe had some mercy after all. Arthur stumbled up to your little camp.
You and your father where the first out of your seats, rushing to the man's sides to support his weight and assist over to the campfire. All but Micah seemed genuinely glad to see him.
"Arthur, you're alive" you smiled as you wrapped an arm around his waist, throwing his arm over your shoulder to help support his weight.
"Just about" Arthur nodded weakly, letting Javier do the same to his other arm.
You sat him down in the shade, let him rest and drink, let him recover. All while Dutch caught him up with where you all where and what was going on, explaining that he had no new plan to get off of this island and back home.
You cursed yourself for thinking that maybe your luck was turning around because that's when the men with guns came around, chaining you all up, attaching you to each other by the waist. Again, not how you expected the day to go.
The walk was long and only interrupted when some unknowns started shooting the men who had been escorting you. Once the shooting stopped and you were all alive, beside the escorts, you all managed to remove your chains.
So close. You were all so close to getting away, a man encouraging you all to follow him, but then pain coursed through your leg as you fell to the ground. You had been shot by the incoming reinforcements.
"Y/n?" Dutch shouted back to you when he saw that you weren't with them.
"Hold on" Javier called out to you, assessing how he could get back to your side without getting shot.
"What you think?" Dutch asked, looking to Arthur for his input. Arthur was about to join Javier to your rescue but everything happened so fast.
"We gotta move, Dutch!" Micah told him as he hurried past them, pushing Arthur out of the way.
"Javier let's go" Dutch nodded, almost instantly agreeing with Micah.
"Dutch-" Javier began to argue but the other man wasn't listening as Bill grabbed his arm and pulled him away. "Y/n!" he called back as he was pulled away by the other men.
"Dad! Arthur!" you shouted for your father and then Arthur, hoping one of them could change Dutch's mind or do something.
"Don't lose faith, Y/n! We'll find you!" Dutch's voice was fainter now as they disappeared among the trees, and just like that they were gone.
Javier pulled himself out of the men's grip, following the mystery man since there was no turning back now. There was noway he could get to you without getting shot and killed himself.
After a shoot out with the reinforcements, they all got a chance to breath. They explained themselves to the new man, Hercule Fontaine, and he explained his situation, what he was doing here as well.
Now, here Javier was, following some old woman through some caves with Arthur and Dutch. Who had been bickering the whole way there. Arthur and Javier shared concerned looks as Dutch took care of the women, far more violent and paranoid than necessary. Perhaps Javier would have been more argumentative about it if he wasn't so worried about getting you back safely. Admittedly, if that woman was getting between him and saving his daughter, he would have killed her himself.
Arthur and Dutch continued to bicker, continued with the passive aggression, and Javier would have snapped at them to shut up and focus if they hadn't been interrupted by the approach of laughing men.
Taking cover, the three men watched the scene in front of them.
There was a group of men walking past them, coming to a stop and revealing you. Javier's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms at the sight of you. Two men were holding up your bruised and bloody body, your feet only grazing the ground as you repeatedly failed to find your footing.
"I do not understand...who are you?" one of the men asked, the man who seemed to be more in charge than the others.
"I told you! Our ship was hit by a storm. I ain't supposed to be here and I don't know those men!" you told him again, you had lost count at this point. You weren't sure whether it was because you had said it so many times or if the beatings had messed with your memory.
"Does anyone believe her?" the man asked, looking to the other me.
"No!" the others all shouted, seemingly amused and entertained by the whole thing.
"Mr Simon doesn't believe you, none of us believe you" the man told you as you were thrown to the muddy ground, landing harshly on your knees.
"Oh and Mr Simon is so fucking smart" you snarled up at them, using the last of your strength.
Your comment only earned you a harsh slap from 'Mr Simon', the strength of the hit knocking you to the ground. The three men hiding behind the stone wall flinched at the sound, that must have hurt.
"Now, that wasn't hard...so stop acting" the first man hummed as he crouched down. He grabbed you by the hair, roughly pulling you back up onto your knees and forcing your head back so that you had to look at his face. "We both know it wasn't hard" he mocked you.
"It was pretty hard" you told him, your voice weak and tired, but the man only laughed.
"Perhaps...but next time...Lo haré duro" the man threatened and this time you went silent and your face paled.
Javier felt his blood boil, his body moving on their own accord, only stopped from attacking the men now by Arthur placing a hand on his chest.
"Well, it's been a pleasure" the man released your hair and patted your cheek before standing up straight and stepping away from you.
Another man grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, dragging you along as they all continued walking.
"We have to get her out. Now" Javier said through gritted teeth.
"I know...come on" Dutch nodded, pushing away from the wall.
The three men crept around, taking out a few of the men, making sure to go unseen, before Dutch came up with another fool proof plan to sabotage the sugar refinery for a distraction.
When the building went up in flames, the three men headed for the cage that they were keeping you in. Dutch shot the lock and the door swung open.
"¿Papá? Oh, gracias a Dios" you let out a sigh of relief when you saw the three men, more so your father than anyone.
"We're getting you out of here, don't worry. I've got you" Javier reassured you as he lifted your arm over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around your waist, helping you to your feet and out of the cage.
The sound of gunshots had the three men ducking down behind a wall, Javier carefully taking you with him.
"I'll be right back" Javier promised you as he propped you up against the wall, and you just nodded to silently tell him that you'll be alright.
The three men took some time to fire back at the small army until the numbers were thinning.
"We have to keep moving" Dutch told the two other men when they saw the reinforcements approaching. They couldn't clear this place out, they wouldn't stop coming, they had to escape.
Javier turned back to you, instantly panicking and dropping to his knees beside you when he saw the state you were in.
"Y/n? Y/n, habla por favor" Javier begged you to speak, cupping your face in his hands to lift your head up. Your eyes were closed and your body was limp, thankfully you were still breathing and he could feel a pulse.
"Shit...she's passed out?" Arthur asked hesitantly, hoping that it wasn't worse than that.
"We have to get out of here" Javier muttered as he picked you up, carrying you as the two other men covered you both with gunfire.
It was a dangerous and tiring journey but eventually the four of you had escaped with your lives and returned to the base that Hercule had shown them.
As soon at they saw you approached, Hercule showed Javier to a small room that was only decorated with a cot and a chest, assuring him that you could rest here.
Javier spent the next few hours patching you up, cleaning, stitching and dressing wounds the best he could. For this, he was glad that you were unconscious because he couldn't imagine how much it would hurt.
He didn't leave your side until you finally woke up, which was the next morning. The quiet groan of pain and shifting of sheets was what made Javier lift his head up and turn his attention to you, seeing your face scrunched up in pain as you shifted on the cot.
"Y/n" Javier sighed in relief when he saw that you were awake.
"Dad" you relaxed upon hearing the familiar voice, slowly opening your heavy eyelids.
"You're alright, you're safe now" Javier assured you, stroking his hand over your hair.
"Where are we?" you asked as you looked around the room, trying to sit up on the cot.
"Don't. Just lay down, relax, don't strain yourself" Javier gently pressed down on your shoulders, stopping you from moving and getting you to lay on the cot again. "We're somewhere safe. A place that a new friend showed us to. Hercule, the man who saved us from those men, has a base here" he explained where you were.
"Are the other's alright?" you asked, wincing as you turned your head to look at your father.
"Everyone is fine. You just worry about yourself and healing" he assured you.
"You should sleep too" you told him, able to tell that he hadn't gotten much rest. You knew that it was because he was worrying about you.
"I'll sleep when I know you're alright" Javier shook his head stubbornly, making you smile. "Sleep. Dutch needs to talk to us all. I'll be back as soon as I can" he pulled his hand away from your hair, hating that he had to leave you.
You just nodded, understanding that they were still trying to find a way off of this island. Your father gave you a small smile, pressing a light kiss to your forehead before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
It wasn't long at all before you were falling asleep again.
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An unknown amount of time later, you were woken up by the sounds of gunshots and explosions. It sounded like a war zone.
You groaned and hissed in pain as you sat up, dragging your feet over the edge of the cot. You stood up on shaky legs, gripping the chest beside the cot to steady yourself, before slowly making your way towards the door.
Opening the door, you stepped through to see Arthur and Dutch following an unfamiliar man out of another door.
"What-" you began to ask what was happening but they were already gone before you could get the question out.
The sound of another explosion made you flinch, that one sounded close.
You grabbed a handgun, just in case you needed to defend yourself, before heading up some stairs. As you reached the top of the stairs, the final explosion came and then everything seemed to settle down.
You looked around and saw Arthur and the unknown man stepping away from a canon while Bill, Micah and your father lowered their guns, all of you watching a large ship sink in the distance.
"What the hell is going on?" you asked from the doorway, getting everyone's attention.
"Y/n. You should be resting" your father's voice was filled with concern as he looked at you.
"I was but then a war started outside" you told him. "What happened?" you asked, still none the wiser.
"Fussar's men showed up but we dealt with them. It's over...for now" the unknown man informed you.
"Well...good. You must be Hercule" you looked at the new man and he nodded. "Thank you for your help" you gave him a small smile before pain coursed through your body again.
You huffed as your legs gave out under you, making you cling to the door frame for support.
"You shouldn't be standing" Javier chastised but he was instantly by your side, wrapping your arm around his neck and supporting your weight for you.
You nodded weakly as you lent against him, feeling your eyelids growing heavy again.
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After taking on the same army again, to free a captain, and taking down Fussar because nothing can be simple anymore, all of you finally ended up back on a boat.
"Well, what now?" Bill asked, breaking the silence. You turned your attention away from the water to look at the group of men. You were so glad to be off of that island.
"W-What now?" Micah mocked childishly. "What do ya mean, what now?" he asked with a small eye roll.
"I mean, we're heading back to Lemoyne, again...and we're all wanted men" Bill pointed out and you decided against mentioning that you were here and a woman.
"Don't worry, nobody's going to recognise you" you shrugged as you shifted to find a more comfortable position as you lent back against a crate. You were still in a lot of pain from the beatings you received but healing well. The five men looked at you in confusion. "I mean, I'm the one that was beaten until I passed out but I still look better than you lot" you joked.
Javier chuckled and shook his head, glad that you were well enough to be joking again.
"Thank's for that insightful note, Y/n" Dutch said sarcastically, making you roll your eyes. "To answer your question, Bill. We slip ashore one by one...find out what's what" he turned his attention back to Bill.
"Good plan" you muttered to yourself, earning a gentle nudge from your father that told you to shut up but not wanting to hurt you.
"And we don't cut and run now? Head back to Blackwater" Micah asked, making you shoot a glare in his direction.
"No" Dutch said firmly.
"Why not?" Micah asked.
"Because...the last thing they'll be thinking is for us to turn up" Dutch concluded.
"We been on the run for a while now...and feels like our luck as turned, y'know? And it ain't turning back. We had a good run of it, I guess" Arthur sighed, sounding tired.
"We ain't even played out hand yet" Dutch assured you all.
"Yes we have. We've played all of our hands. We don't have any hands left!" you huffed, knowing that Arthur felt the same frustration that you did.
"We just need to put some more money in our pockets...make our escape. Broke, alone, they're going to pick us off, one by one and you know it" Dutch was getting annoyed as he tried to convince you and Arthur.
"Maybe" Arthur shrugged.
"Not 'maybe'" Dutch huffed. "We need to split up...keep a low profile...try to track down the rest but...carefully. See if they send any mail. Arthur, you check Shady Belle" he began to put another plan together. "We'll find each other eventually, we always do" he assured you all.
"And then what?" Javier asked and you smiled slightly, glad that he was questioning him as well.
"Then we meet up, we gather the family, we get some money and get the hell outta there. That's the plan" Dutch told him.
"We all acting crazy and that...that's not what I thought we were gonna be doing here" your father was beginning to sound as frustrated at you.
"We have been in a bad way. Listen...I will kill for my family. Any of you wanna judge me for that, that's fine...but that is who I am. Anyone disagree?" Dutch asked.
"..." you looked around but it seemed that nobody was going to say anything. "We'd all kill for our family, it's what we've been doing for so long. Killing other people ain't the problem, Dutch, getting all of us killed is" you spoke up, grabbing his attention. "Who else has to die?" you asked, causing a tense silence to fall over the group.
"Do you have something to say, Miss Escuella?" Dutch asked sternly.
You didn't have to say anything, the look in your eyes said it all. You didn't have to say the name that came to everyone's mind because Dutch was already thinking it. He knew that what you were really trying to say was "Who else has to die like your dear friend Hosea?"
"...No, nothing at all" you shook your head.
"Good" Dutch nodded before walking away, leaving you all to your thoughts.
Javier looked at you and thought over your words as you rested your head on his shoulder, letting your eyes fall shut. You were right, so many good people have died. And Arthur was right, your luck didn't seem to be turning back any time soon.
It's true that this gang had become family to you both and Javier cared deeply for most of the members, a certain one or two not included, but you were his daughter. His number one priority had to be you, he could never forgive himself if something happened to you, especially if he could have prevented it. Maybe it was time to move on.
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