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ccghastly · 1 year
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Van Der Linde boys (include Arthur please and the rest is up to you!!) x reader who can't ride a horse, what do you think about that? Whenever I reader fics from rdr2 I'm like "damn, this ain't me" cause I was riding a horse once in my life 😭 thank you!!
Van der Linde fellas with a S/O that can't ride (a horse)
GN Reader
Arthur, Charles, Hosea, & Bill
Misread the prompt and thought this was 'reader asks for riding lessons', so the most of the fills lean in that direction.
I take requests! Feel free to ask!
Arthur:
Tries so damn hard to be helpful, but he's really really not.
He's been riding a horse for longer than he's been walking, it's all muscle memory and he's horrible at trying to get it into usable words.
Prepare for a lot of, "You kinda just…" "No, uh, you gotta lean with it" "Steer with your hips" "No, not like that" "... That's… Almost better?"
You're frustrated, he's frustrated.
"I'm real sorry, Darlin'. I ain't got no clue how to make any of this make any kinda sense."
If you stick with it you'll probably get there, but you probably would've made the same progress without Arthur's help.
Arthur later gets you a horse that's so incredibly far from wild it could be a nursemaid in its next life and you're happy to accompany him on his little journeys around the countryside. It's exciting to experience his strange encounters in person, rather than as funny stories he brings to the fireside.
Charles:
A more patient teacher you couldn't hope to find.
He starts you with horse care. Brushing, picking hooves, tack maintenance, feeding, feeling for injuries. Just getting you used to being around horses.
He's very keen on posture and being as helpful and kind to the horse as a rider possibly can be.
Taima is a sweetheart throughout, long pauses for explanations are immediately grazing breaks, but she listens when you try to ask her to do something.
You make great progress and are riding with some confidence by the end of the month, following Charles and Taima for short trips out of camp on your own borrowed horse.
Eventually you get your own horse and it becomes common practice for you to follow Charles on any of his outings, just to keep him company. You get surprisingly good at reading while your horse follows Taima.
Hosea:
Strange techniques, but he's too enthusiastic to turn him down.
You didn't even ask him to teach you, just mentioned in passing that you didn't know how to and you were suddenly penciled in for lessons.
Unsaddles Silver Dollar to make room and has you ride in front of him as he guides the horse.
"Just get a feel for the horse, Dove. Feel how I move with him."
Silver Dollar is confused by the many many circles he's asked to make, but as long as there peppermints at the end of it, he's happy.
Hosea's teaching style is dubiously helpful, but you do eventually learn how to sit a horse.
Once you're comfortable steering your own horse there are many long strolls to 'scout the area' and 'look for game', that usually end with cuddling up in front of a pretty view.
Bill:
Feels guilty about it, but kind of likes that you can't ride on your own.
Enjoys being useful and likes being able to help you like this.
Really likes that you don't ask anyone else to take you where you need to go, always asking him with such sweet manners, if when he has a free moment if he could please take you into town please
Yes. The answer is always Yes. Immediately Yes. As soon as he's physically capable of making it happen.
"Just gimme two shakes, Honey. I gotta ask Sean to take the rest of my shift, the layabout owes me a few."
Also really really likes lifting you onto and off of Brown Jack. If you wanna make this man light up, give him a kiss while he does it.
It's a very badly hidden secret that he enjoys getting to act like a gentleman and take care of you, so this is right up his alley.
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issdisgrace · 1 year
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John Marston had a stutter when he was young and the only people that know he had one are Hosea, Dutch, and Arthur who all helped him with it.
Source: Because I said so
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messy-gemini1 · 1 year
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Modern reader and rdr2 because i miss them
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Arthur: Y/n, how are you doing? Y/n: Living the dream! Arthur: Oh, that's good. Y/n: Except, it's not my dream. It's a dream Stephen King once had. _____ Y/n: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Hosea: ...This just says “I can do what I want”. Y/n: mhm! :) ______
Hosea: Something tells me Y/n's going to be a bit more unhinged today... Y/n, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Dutch isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral. _____
Hosea: When Y/n was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world." Arthur: Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition." ______
*Y/n showing arthur a modern computer* Arthur: How does that even work? Y/n, mocking them: hOw dO yOu UsE a cOmPUteR aNd KnOw wHaTS GoiNg oN iT DoEsNt mAke SeNSe?! Arthur: Your face doesnt make sense. _____ John: Come on Y/n, do it for our friendship. You can't put a price on that... Y/n: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars ______ John: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? Arthur: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Y/n, scoffing: Oh, please. Arthur, to Y/n: Hey, how you doin’? Y/n: Y/n: *giggles and blushes* ______ Arthur: You need a hobby. John: I have a hobby! Arthur:: Hitting Y/n isn't a hobby nor is getting your ass kicked by Y/n. _____ Y/n: Sean just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe. ______ Micah, dramatically: They called me a fool. Y/n, sick of Micah's shit: They weren’t wrong. ______
Y/n: I would do anything for money. *later* Y/n, covered in blood: THE STATEMENT STILL STANDS! Dutch:*debating his deseion on letting reader stay in the camp* ______ Micah: your a little bastard! Y/n: how'd you know my dad died? Arthur: *so done with Y/n's shit*
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donnas-dollface · 1 year
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Colter Chapter 1:
Molly: It's a bit chilly up 'ere.
Y/N: Here, take my coat.
Dutch: Well, there's a few of us that are freezing our asses off over here as well.
Y/N: Damn shame I can't control the weather isn't it?
Dutch:
Hosea and probably Arthur: *silent laughing*
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if dutch has curly hair then how is his hair straight in guarma???
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squippy360 · 1 year
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Hii, can you making a list of the fanfics in progress and what you're coming out with partly because I gave you a couple of requests about a month ago and I have no idea if you got them or not also it'll be nice to know what else is on its way, love ur work! ❤
Eeeeeeeeee💗💖💕💓💖💘💞💖💗💓💖💘🧡💝💞💖💝❤💖💗 I've been waiting to do this.
So recently I've gotten into more fandoms like rdr2 and c.o.d so now I will be writing more stuff with gay cowboys and muscular military men. So here's the list rn
Bullet points: actually working on
Numbers: thinking about
Loki x Dom!male reader
Sub!tony stark
Stucky x twink!male reader
Hypnotized!stucky x male reader
Arthur morgan x male reader
Soap x male reader
Ghost x male reader
Roach x male reader
Roach x ghost x soap x male reader
Ghost x soap
😍Keiran duffy😍 x male reader
Charles x male reader x Arthur Morgan
Hosea Mathews x male reader x Dutch van der Linde
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funkwhistle · 3 years
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Requests open
Although might seem like all I do is write Dutch Van Der Linde stuff (and you wouldn’t be too wrong) I write other things, so send some over my way and I’ll give it my best shot.
If not, check out my page anyway and have a wonderful day!
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cruoremprys · 4 years
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Kieran and Hosea caring for a sick GN!Reader 🍵
A/N: This is really just cute fluffy fun. We all need a little of that once and awhile, right?
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Kieran seems like the kind of guy to panic when you get sick but he's pretty damn calm.  He's nursed horses through a lot before and yes, you are a person and not a horse, it can't be that different can it?  
He's constantly checking if you have a fever and adjusting things accordingly.  Gently presses the back of your hand to your cheek and forehead. It's such a soft and loving gesture.
He makes you drink lots and lots of water.  He really isn't sure if you should be drinking anything else but will let you have tea with the tiniest bit of honey.  
Constantly checking on you in between chores so he knows how you're feeling at all times.  
If he absolutely had to leave camp, he trusts that you'll be well taken care of but just feels so absolutely guilty about leaving you.
Talks to you in the softest voice you ever heard and will brush your hair and just make you feel so cared for its ridiculous.
Will give you everything he has if it'll make you feel even the slightest bit better.  Even the shirt off his back.  
He doesn't think fish is very good for you when you're sick so he just kind of just trusts that whatever Pearson whips up is good for you.  Just as long as you drink your water.  
Absolutely loves to sit with you at the end of the day and brush your hair out, if applicable, braid it.  If you want him to shave your face, he's a little hesitant, worried about cutting your face.  
Sings you a little song as you're falling asleep.  It's the same song his mother sang to him and it's super special and just wants to share it with you.
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Hosea is more than familiar with dealing with sick folks.  This ain't his first rodeo. He's got this down.
You're lucky because Susan trusts Hosea's judgement and her scrutiny isn't as bad as it could be.  She's still got to give you a look over.  
There is absolutely no way you're whining and pouting is going to get him to give in.  This is your health we're talking about, Hosea wants you to be as healthy as you can be!  
But his stubborn attitude comes with a softness.  You take that disgusting medication? Hosea softly coos how good you did, kisses your forehead.  You drank all that water that you needed too? Hosea tells you that you did good.  
He knows some herbs, definitely not to the extent of Charles.  What he does know he will put to good use. But he's also willing to go into town to get something from a doctor.  
He's gonna make you so much tea and sweeten it with as much honey as you want.  Hell, if it's too hot he'll put some cool water in it.  
Hosea has these little candies he loves, they're sweet and a secret treat for himself, and he will share these with you.  It's soothing to a sore throat.  
Will read to you between his daily activities.  Sometimes Jack sits with you too, and Jack tries and find a little flower for you.  When he does, so does Hosea. He teases that he can't let Jack out do him, can he?  
If you're well enough for it, he definitely wants you to sit in the sun.  At least for a bit. Away from any fire, the smoke might bother your lungs.  
Definitely spends a few moments every morning and every evening making sure you're incredibly comfortable and cozy.  
Will sit next to you and hold your hand, his thumb running over the back of yours.  Let's go to brush the hair out of your face. Small sweet gestures.
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phoenixblair67 · 5 years
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Title: Lucky
Pairing: Hosea X Reader
Summary: Just a small short story. Fluff, 818 words. I wrote this on Wattpad first before it made it's way here. This is a request for Hosea and the reader being married. I'm trash at writing but here we go, so buckle up buckerroo.
Ever since Bessie passed away, Hosea never saw himself being with another woman, let alone marrying one. But something about you was so captivating and he couldn't help but fall in love.
Maybe it was your smile, or laugh, or the way your soft voice sounded like a beautiful melody on a summers day. Maybe it was all if those reasons combined.
He couldn't help but smile whenever you were around. Just the sight of you made his heart skip a beat, making him feel more alive than ever.
His undeniable love for you was strong and he showed it in many ways. Gifts were one of his ways of showing his affection. Often you would find pretty flowers and a cup of warm coffee on your bedside table in the mornings, or natural oils that he made from herbs that he found near by.
You began thinking about how lucky you were to have him in your life. You sat on a chair at the opening of your tent, lost in a daydream while fiddling with the wedding ring that was placed on your left hand.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
The familiar voice brought a smile to your face. You looked up seeing the man that was so dear to you standing a few feet away. You sigh and looked back to your ring.
"Just thinking about how lucky I am."
Hosea looked at you, with a smile plastered on his face. That smile alone could sweep a girl off her feet. "And what makes you so lucky, dear?" He asked reaching out for you to grip his hand.
You oblige and feel his warm, soft skin meet yours as he lifts you to your feet. He hooks his arm with yours and begins to stroll through the small camp.
"Well I'm lucky because I have you in my life. You're Someone who loves me for me, who doesn't mind my weird quirks and treats me with respect. And you're just an overall amazing person."
He grins at your words, leaning in  pressing his forehead against yours. "Well I try to be. You deserve all of the love I can give and more."
You lean in giving him a soft peck on the lips. "Thank you, Hosea" he chuckles and you feel his warm breath ghost along your lips. His voice is just above a whisper, "There's no need to thank me darling."
You could disagree, there was so much to thank him for, but you wouldn't argue with him about it, knowing how selfless he was.
You had both walked for a couple of minutes, finding yourself at the edge of the camp near the horses. Hosea pulled an apple from his satchel feeding it to the dusty, grey horse that belonged to you.
You smiled at his sweet gesture, knowing that your horse appreciated the treat. You were both off in your own little world when you heard footsteps behind you. Turning you saw the familiar young man walking towards you.
"Good morning, Arthur." Hosea spoke up. Arthur greeted him, then you before asking to speak with Hosea in private. They walked off and you could see them talking, but you couldn't hear a word they were saying. Hosea shook his head with disapproval before waving Arthur away.
He made his way back to you, ridding himself of his frustrations.
"Is everything okay?" You asked, reaching up and tucking a silver strand of hair back in it's place. You scanned his eyes, trying to figure out what was going through his mind.
"Dutch wants to rob the bank in Saint Denis. I-its not a good idea. At least not right now. Not when we have the Pinkertons breathing down our necks and the local law following our tracks. Something is bound to go wrong." You frown at his words. He was genuinely concerned and you knew just as well as he did that this wasn't a good plan.
"Don't go then, Hosea. The risks are too high. If Dutch wants to be foolish and reckless, then let him do it on his own, but please stay here."
Hosea chuckled and shook his head. "You know I can't do that (Y/N). I have his back no matter what."
You frowned. "And I said that you won't be going Mr. Mathews and if Dutch doesn't like it, then he can speak to me personally." You began to raise your voice.
Hosea looked around frantically trying to quiet you down, making sure the fuss didn't draw any unwanted attention from any of the gang.
"Alright, alright. I won't go, just please don't make a big fuss." You smiled, lifting yourself onto your tippy toes, giving his cheek a small kiss.
"Good!" You said skipping away.
Hosea sighed, letting out a small chuckle, following close behind.
You were a pain in the ass, but you were his pain in the ass.
@sweetarthurmorgan @herzdiebin
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animekpopsimp · 2 years
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The Van Der Linde Gang with a modern reader who has lots of tattoos.
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Dutch would be both fascinated and confused by your tattoos. He's more open and accepting and doesn't always go with what people in his time consider normal. He'll often stare at your tattoos, not in a creepy way but in a curious way. He'll ask you about them and what they're like and is genuanlly curious and wants to learn more about them.
Hosea is a bit of an old fashioned man, but he is generally fascinated by your tattoos. He often asks what they mean or represent and is interested in the stories behind them.
Arthur doesn't ask about them much though he is very curious, he just doesn't want to ask any personal questions. He will find himself staring at them but never asks you about them.
John finds many things about you odd, including your tattoos. He acts like he doesn't like or trust you but he is actually interested in your tattoos. Though he would never admit to it.
Sean thinks that your tattoos are awesome, he asks so many questions about them. And, even when you explain that they hurt he claims he could handle them. Overall, he loves learning about them.
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ccghastly · 1 year
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Van der Linde fellas react to an Asexual S/O
GN Reader
Arthur, John, Hosea, Dutch, Bill, Sean, Charles, Javier
Written w/ the reader being non sex-repulsed, but nothing explicit
I take requests! Feel free to ask!
Arthur
I hc Arthur as Demisexual, so he probably understands the easiest. The further you get into your explanation the more things start clicking in his head.
There are multiple confused rambling passages in his journal as he tries to think through this reality you've introduced to him.
Expect him to get very tactile as he seeks comfort and anchors himself while his thoughts get sorted.
Gets even more confused than normal when you call him sexy or say something he does is attractive, but does quickly catch on to the idea of mental vs physical attraction.
Now asks if this is okay before doing anything he thinks may be pushing you. Which, until you establish your hard limits, will be everything. Very sweet, 1001 check ins for 1001 kisses.
"Still Alright?" . "I'm Alright."
John
Does not understand and fully willing to accept that. Still supportive though.
He does not want to mess this up, so the reigns are now fully in your hands. Hope you were ready to wear the pants of this relationship, cause what you say goes.
He backpeddles a bit too far and you'll now have to initiate everything, unless you manage to convince him otherwise.
He 100% tries to get advice from Arthur, but doesn't want to out you, so he just poses more and more obscure hypotheticals. Until they're both mindlessly arguing and Hosea has to come break them up.
Hosea
Fully supportive from the start.
You are not the first Ace he's met, not even the fifth.
He'll tell you a few stories and crack a few jokes
"Probably for the best with me getting up in age, not sure I could keep up with your youthful vigor."
The both of you have been caught on several occasions reading explicit books to make fun of the maneuvers and tropes.
"It's a good thing people don't buy these for the plot!"
You are the sickenly sweet couple that never seems to leave the honeymoon phase, sweet kisses, holding hands, pet names, cuddling by the fire. The whole shebang.
Dutch
Does not understand, May accuse you of making it up or being dramatic
Is the kind of guy to insist you just haven't had good sex yet, but fear not he's willing to help you.
Had heard of it, but thought it was in the same vein as husbands saying they have a headache and wives saying they have their monthlies. Saying no without having to say no.
If you drag Hosea into it, Dutch will probably concede that you're not lying and apologize, but don't expect him to fully be on the same page with you.
Bill
(tw for allusions to noncon against an offscreen character, that is not the Reader or Bill)
Gets real quiet, then asks you to explain it again, then again, and again once more.
Asks a few tentative questions, then gently asks to hold you
"Did somethin' happen, someone hurt you?"
You rush to explain that, no you're perfectly fine, nothing happened. You just don't seem to feel lust the way most folk do.
He breathes a big sigh of relief, slumping down and gathering you close in his lap to hold you tight.
He explains that while he was in the army, he'd known some people that had been real similar, but only after some real bad stuff had happened to them.
Bill now mooches cuddles from you like they're being rationed.
Sitting down? It's on his lap. Standing up? His arm's around your waist. Walking to town? You're holding hands. Going to bed? Meet your new blanket.
Sean
Error 404 Sean.exe has stopped working.
Not wanting/needing Sex?? He does not understand.
You'll need to explain multiple times, over multiple days. Then explain again when he gets your explanations twisted up in his head.
"You don't want sex, but we can have sex? You'd do that just to make me feel nice??"
He feels blessed, he's dating the sweetest person to walk this earth. No other person can compare, and he's ready to shout it from the rooftops. Tried it once with a saloon when he was a few pints too deep, Arthur had to rescue him after he got stuck and started crying.
Thought he was gonna die up there and never get to see you again
Charles
Very Understanding, did ask for a few clarifications, but believed what you were explaining the whole time.
Not comfortable asking for penetrative sex, but if you want to watch or help him find his pleasure he's fully willing.
Unending cuddles from this man.
Makes him feel kinda guilty, but he really enjoys getting to touch you with no stress about taking it up a level.
Gets even more protective of you when people try to push their luck, you'll never be groped again, no ones dumb enough to try with him glaring over your shoulder.
Once knocked a guy out for lewdly catcalling you.
Javier
Tries to be supportive, but does not understand.
Will occasionally try to get you in the mood and you'll have to explain it to him once again.
When he finally gets it, he swerves hard into romance.
If he can't express his adoration for you physically, he'll do it how he knows best
He is going to charm your socks off.
There's compliments, there's flowers, there's serenading, there's moonlit strolls, picnics in flower fields, candle lit dinners, sweet kisses 24/7, and the Flirting! The flirting never stops!
You never knew so many pickup lines exsisted and for so many situations, but you're about to find out.
(Based on my own experiences being and coming out as Ace, please be kind)
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messy-gemini1 · 2 years
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How reader became part of the gang
*imagine just falling through a hole in the sky and hitting the ground. Thats it. thats how you came here.
*it was young Arthur who found you and decided "yup, I guess were gonna keep them". (he regretted it).
* Starting out, your were pretty chill until your gremlin energy hit like a freight train plus yo met John so there were like now two feral children.
* You call Hosea Aba because he's secretly your favorite dad figure. Hosea likes to be called they/them as well but doesn't mind he/him either. (my head cannon lol)
*Dutch enjoys your energy to a certain degree until you start sassing him back then he needs Hosea to punish you cause he knows he can't.
*hands down you do not like Mary the first time you met her and especially how she left Arthur.
*You push John into the river a lot knowing he can't swim :)
* Your not allowed to have a gun unless is for a job, and even then it depends.
*Dutch has a gun custom made for you as a surprise for when your more trustworthy.
*Your also not allowed Matches after you and John set a bucket on fire to see what would happen.
*Hosea knows that at one point, you'll have to return home but he loves you too much to say anything.
*You've walked in on Dutch and Hosea before, now your scarred for life.
*Deep down, you love both your adoptive brothers but you refuse to say it out loud. (they know)
*Arthur is the one who showed you how to ride a horse and was the one to buy you your first one, much to Dutch's dismay.
*When Miss Grimshaw joined the gang, she became your mother figure. you get away with a lot more than the others with her :).
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trelawney-dear · 3 years
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Hey! I'm a new RDR2 writing blog! I've seen a few people post a little introduction like this when they first start, so I thought I should do the same! :]
I'll write pretty much any characters, except Micah, Uncle, Bronte and the likes of those, but other than that (and some more sensitive themes, such as sexual assault and what not) I'm open to writing anything!
I'm more inclined to M!Readers and GN!Readers, as I myself am a boy, but if you'd like F!Reader I will happily oblige.
I will write anything from small headcanons and drabbles to fleshed our stories for your request, depending on what you want (please note that the longer requests will take longer to complete).
My favourite characters are Trelawney (as you can see) and Hosea, but I do adore them all, and will happily write for any character male or female you desire.
Requests are always open!
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GUYS i need some advice
basically in the uk for your GCSEs you've gotta do a speaking endorsement thingy which is a 5ish minute speech about whatever you want
i'm thinking to do mine on red dead BUT WHAT ABOUT RED DEAD ??? like it has to be red dead and the effects on _____ or something like that so help a girl out here ty
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Dutch Van Der Linde: Loses & Gains {Continued}
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Summary: Y/N James had just spent a few months out near the small town of Valentine and finds herself in a odd situation with the Van Der Linde Gang.
Pairing: Dutch x y/n
Warnings: Swearing, Violence
Time: Starting of chapter 2
Word Count: 1235
Recommend Song: Girl From The North Country - Bob Dylan & Johnny Cash
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All four of them looked for where the voice had come from and obviously all the men knew who it was, but this was the first time that Y/N James was going to be meeting the Dutch Van Der Linde. Arthur was tied up on his horse which was the main confusion of the camp. Dutch, however, was worried about this random woman he had never met before in his camp. Walking towards them Dutch first quietly spoke to Hosea who told him that it wasn't anything bad, but Dutch was still going to question her. Walking up to Y/N, Dutch noticed that this woman was the same one that he had asked Arthur to follow. He knew her face, but he just couldn't tell who she was.
Quickly Y/N finished her conversation with Charles and turned to face Dutch coming up to her, seeming pissed. She Immediately put on a large smile and said to him,
"Well, well, well. Dutch Van Der Linde." Before she could continue with a joke he started talking to her, not in the mood for laughs.
"Who are you and why are you in my camp?" Y/N put her hands up in defence.
"Whoa, there's a big man. No need to get defensive. You sent Arthur to follow me. If anyone gets angry it should be me." Dutch let out a huff and Arthur finally spoke up again.
"Hey Dutch. I figured out who she is. She's Y/N James." Dutch rolled his eyes and told Charles to cut Arthur free, but Y/N put her hand out in front of Charles to stop him.
"No. You sent him to stock me. I'm getting something out of this as an apology." he stared down Dutch and was finally starting to act serious. There was no way that she wasn't going to get something in return for not putting a bullet through Arthur's skull. She crossed her arms and Charles just slowly walked away not wanting to get involved with anything. They both stared at each other for a few seconds and Arthur just started whistling. Dutch glared at him and sighed before thinking up an idea.
"Okay. We were planning on robbing a train just east of here. You help rob it, you get half the cut." Y/N raised an eyebrow in surprise that Dutch offered you half of a train rob cut. She huffed and smiled. Uncrossing her arms she held her hand out to him waiting for him to shake on the deal.
"Deal." once he put his hand in hers she pulled him forward so she could look at him in the eye as she told him,
"If you even think about trying to use me or cross me, I won't send someone to kill you, I'll do it myself." She dropped his hand and decided to finally cut Arthur from his horse. Dutch just walked away and it went silent after that. once Arthur was on the ground he said to Y/N,
"Hey listen, I don't think that Dutch would try to cross you. You're Y/N James after all. I think he wants you on his side more than anything else." She threw the rope pieces into her saddle bag and told Arthur,
"Let me tell you something important Morgan. You can be completely convinced that you know somebody for a long time, but everyone can change in an instant." She hopped on her horse and was ready to head back to her ranch before Arthur stopped her and asked her to stay here at camp for a bit. She definitely wasn't going to stay there, that was until she saw Dutch standing in his tent staring at her like this was some kind of test. She narrowed her eyes at him and scoffed.
"Fine. Get me some whiskey first. I have a feeling I'll be telling stories to you dumb asses." Getting off her horse she walked with Arthur top the whiskey box and she could tell that everyone was staring at her. Not wanting to cause trouble in the Van Der Linde camp, Y/N just kept quiet until Hosea came back over to her as Arthur started talking to one of the ladies that was sitting around. Hosea went on about just random stuff as they sat at the main fire. Y/N just listened to him until a young man who Hosea called Lenny came up and sat down. 
"Wait a minute... You're Y/N James?!" He sat forward and Y/N knew that this kid definitely had some good drive to him and was going to ask her all about her past.
"Unfortunately, yes." They both went on about their past and such which ended up getting a bit of a crowd once they got to Y/N talking about her past. From across camp Dutch stood with a beer in hand watching everyone listen to her talk about random crap really. Arthur wasn't in with the group and he walked up to Dutch saying,
"It's quite curious that we ended up running into Y/N James on our run from the law." Dutch huffed and turned to Arthur.
"She sure is something though. I honestly thought that she'd be skinning half of these boys alive by now." Arthur chuckled at joked,
"I  thought I was going to be skinned when she had me tied down to a chair in her living room." They listened to a story that Y/N was telling about her first bank robbery that made her famous. She went on bragging how each officer only took one bullet in the head before dropping to the ground. Dutch was watching her intensely as Y/N turned around to talk to one of the girls who was standing behind her and she noticed Dutch standing there staring at her with Arthur next to him looking awkward as hell. She only kept her eyes on him for a few seconds, but in those moments they locked eyes and Dutch took a sip of his beer before turning around to go somewhere. She questioned what that look was about before getting back to her stories of robbing and killing rich assholes. About an hour later she decided that she needed to get back to her place now and quickly went to talk to Arthur about what this train robbery plan was. They had decided that she was going to go with Arthur to get the oil wagon that sits by the barn in Valentine.
"Alright, I'll meet you there before dawn." Arthur nodded to her and she walked over to her horse to finally leave. Turning her horse around with the reins she saw Dutch yet again watching her from his tent. Not really understanding what his issue was she just nodded to him and left.
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funkwhistle · 3 years
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Charles fluff please I’m starving,,, maybe with a reader that gets nervous around him,,, 💔
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Pairing: Charles Smith x GN!Reader
Notes:  A little bit of fluff, a little bit of ignoring each other nothing special here matey. Well this is the first time I wrote Charles so that’s exciting?
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The fire was warm as you sat beside it, watching Charles bind some new arrows for Arthur as he sat next to you. Sometimes he would dip the tip of the arrow in the top of the flame to melt the wax over the head, and when some of it fell in the fire it would hiss and splutter into a larger flame. When this happened, he wouldn't flinch, unlike you, who eventually moved further from the fire in order not to be set alight by his actions. 
He worked so confidently, his focus only on binding the arrow properly, the rest of camp lost around him. He didn't watch Pearson trip and drop the remains of the stew on the floor, nor when Mary-Beth ripped her skirt from catching it on a nearby branch; no, the arrow received his undivided attention. 
"Charles!” Arthur came over to the fire, and Charles looked up for the first time since he'd started work, nodding at the pile of arrows by his feet. From where you were sitting, you couldn't hear what they were talking about, but Arthur was sat, looking serious, as he explained something to Charles. Whatever it was obviously shocked Charles, as he even put down the arrow he was working on to listen. Of course, he would listen to Arthur; the pair of you hadn't spoken for nearly a week, after he snapped at you for disrupting his hunting trip. 
You never anticipated you'd be invited on one of Charles's elusive hunting trips, he only ever invited his most trusted; and up until this point he'd only begrudgingly brought Arthur. He told you he preferred to hunt alone, leaving him some time to clear his head from the worries of the gang. But you wanted to desperately to learn to hunt like he did, a sixth sense, and Arthur could only teach you so much. 
It had taken so much persuasion, that he finally let in, so they pair of you had set off at the crack of dawn this morning, a quiver of freshly made arrows on your back and a canteen of water on your belt. Taima was padding along beside your horse, looking half asleep as you wandered further into the forest. 
“We can continue on foot from here,” he said, hushed, as he slipped off Taima's back and loosely looped the reins over a tree stump. Taima looked as bored as ever, used to being left alone in the forest for hours, and she moved to tug at some grass by the stump. Copying Charles, you did the same, and your horse followed his to the patch of grass, munching away happily. He motioned for you to follow him, and the pair of you began to lightly tiptoe through the woodland. 
You'd been at this for almost an hour, and all you'd seen was a singular deer, who scampered as a carriage passed by on a nearby road. You were beginning to regret asking to come, your feet ached and your back was so stiff from hiding behind different bushes. Charles, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself, waiting patiently and fiddling with his bow as you moved. 
Suddenly, Charles stopped moving, having spotted something. You, however, were too preoccupied with following him that you bumped into him, knocking the both of you onto the floor, damn your nerves about being near him. This was the first time you'd truly seen Charles looking annoyed at you, as you untangled yourself from him and stood back up. 
“There was a pack of deer over there,” he hissed, brushing some leaves from his legs. Apologizing, you looked away, worried you'f ruined the trip. Charles moved on however, ignoring you now and focussing solely on finding something to bring back to camp. 
As luck would have it, you stumbled upon another pack of deer, and just as Charles was aiming his bow to take the first shot, you shifted your foot slightly; resulting in a twig breaking and the deer spooking away into the forest again. This time he didn't bother to continue, or even speak to you, whistling for Taima and walking away from you. 
You hadn't dared to speak to him since then. Knowing hunting was something which held a dear place in his heart, and knowing you'd ruined the day for him gave you reason enough. Although you didn't completely distance yourself, not knowing if he still would speak to you if you attempted to strike up a conversation. The most words you'd exchanged since then were a simple 'thank you' when he passed you a bowl of stew earlier this evening. 
Of course, you'd ranted about this to Arthur. The poor man was becoming a sponge for all your problems, and you spent one of your jobs together fretting about what you'd done. Arthur being Arthur had brushed it off as nothing, making a joke about how he had once hit Charles with a branch and broken his nose while out hunting. But this didn't feel the same, Charles and you were relatively new in your relationship, yet you knew that you were rockier than before. 
As Charles and Arthur spoke, you could hear glimpses of what you thought to be your name, Arthur kept flashing glances over at you as he spoke. Charles did nothing of the sort however, remaining as stoic as ever, and when Arthur moved away he did not turn to speak to you, just picking up a new arrow and beginning again.
In fact, he did not speak to you for a few more days. When he did, you were sat by the fire, missing Charles, and he sat down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist without an explanation.
“Sorry,” he whispered in your ear, pressing a delicate kiss onto your shoulder as he got more comfortable. You did not feel the need to say anything, smiling instead as you both stared into the fire, comforted by the heat of him behind you. Occasionally he would shift behind you, peppering the side of your neck and face with kisses, or combing his soft hands through your hair. While you felt like you needed to speak to him about what had happened, for now you were safe and comfortable in his arms, just happy to be close to him again. 
The pair of you awoke by the fire in the morning, in a position similar to how you'd last remembered the pair of you sitting, with his face buried in your neck and his hands around your middle. When you blearily opened your eyes, he was still asleep, snoring lightly, so you relaxed back into him, shutting your eyes again in an attempt to make this moment to last a little longer. 
A/N:  This has taken ages, and it’s not as good as I’d like it to be, but I’ll update it a bit later. But after this I should have a few other fics coming - if you’ve sent me a request it should be coming out soon - I just need to find some pics for a certain one!
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