#josiah trelawny fluff

[emmcfrxst]

I gotta ask you about Trelawny..because I love him imagine him with a musician wife because he’s a magician and all

oh that is SO cute omg :( he has SO many pet names for you and they’re all so wholesome because he really truly adores you with his entire being 😭 expect lots of “dearest”, “beloved”, “sweetest”, “my darling”, “precious”, “my love” and A LOT of hand/wrist kisses. he loves to rub his thumbs over the back of your hands. he’s always the perfect gentleman who offers you his arm when you walk together and he WILL lift you up and over puddles so his beloved doesn’t dirty their clothes </3

[agyraty]

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[softrozene]

Miss Me

peppercet asked: Josiah Trelawny getting his face cleaned up by reader when he comes to the camp after that one mission where he gets kidnapped by bounty hunters? Subtle fluff?? They’re not in a relationship, but it’s just a really tender moment 🥺🥺🥺 I’m in love with Josiah rn I cant get enough of him!! Thank you :} 💕💕💕 

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I am in a soft mood right now so I do hope I made it the right amount of fluff! I hope you like it Hon!

Originally published on September 17, 2020

Josiah Trelawny x Reader (Gender Neutral/Nonbinary)

Warnings: fluff, hints of past violence from that mission

Words: ~900

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You felt a little bit worried. Only a little. Or that is what you kept telling yourself. It must have been obvious because Miss Grimshaw finally came over with that stern look on her face that she usually gives one of her girls.

“Standing around diddle-daddling is not going to make those fools come back faster. I know you are worried about them but do not neglect your chores,” She says.

You nod your head and Miss Grimshaw gives you a reassuring smile before walking off. You huff at the worrying thoughts that come back as you settle on helping Mr. Pearson out (and making sure Sadie does not murder him). Your mind stays focused on the man you are worrying about. Arthur and Charles should have been back with him now and every moment longer the more your nerves feel like they are on fire.

The said man is Josiah Trelawny- A rather mischievous yet elegant man (in your opinion). He has been nothing but kind to you so of course, you are worrying for him like crazy. Your relationship is a bit of an odd one as you are close but not that close to the man who always leaves. You enjoy each other’s company and you always loved to hear about his own adventures away from the gang.

He probably enjoyed the pure kindness radiating off of you as you soaked up his every word and not once gave him shit for leaving as the others do. Or that is what you at least like to imagine he thinks. You have not spoken about how he feels towards you but since he always makes sure to visit with a souvenir you assumed he at least has a good opinion about you.

As you chop up some vegetables and ignore Mr. Pearson and Sadie slowly getting louder, you take notice of Abigail standing up rather fast beside the fire camp and you realize why. Charles has brought back a badly beaten up Josiah. Your heart feels like it stops upon seeing blood and you nearly cut off your finger as you hastily put the knife down.

You feel for your gun as you rush over to them. Charles leans the battered man by a tree near the horses per his request. He smiles upon seeing your worried expression and lazily lifts his hand.

“It does not feel as bad as it looks. I promise,” Josiah says with a chuckle, but he ends up coughing and the pained emotion crosses his face.

What a terrible liar despite being one of the best. You and Charles quickly gather supplies to clean him up as he explains what has happened that led up to this. Your eyes widen and your blood feels like it boils at the thought of stupid bounty hunters roughing up the gentle man.

“Thank you, Charles. Next time you see Arthur tell him I am grateful that you both saved Josiah’s life,” You say sincerely prompting the man to nod his head and pat your back as you take the supplies from him.

You hurry back to Josiah who sounds like he is wheezing, and you huff at him. You quickly dunk the rag you got into the small bucket of water and begin to gently wipe away at the blood and dirt on his face. He says nothing as he examines your worried face and your eyes fall upon seeing the bruises that were hiding underneath the dirt.

“Nothing but only time can heal I’m afraid. I said before it is not too bad,” Josiah states trying to cheer you up.

It does not work as you reach for a new rag and douse it a bit with alcohol. He flinches when the stinging arises from you touching him with it before he actually laughs. It leaves you dumbfounded.

“Nothing is funny about this. I was genuinely worried about you!” You mumble as you keep a gentle touch while wiping at the open wounds.

You will not be able to wrap them so you deem them done, all he needs to do is make sure they stay clean. You stay sitting beside Josiah and he nods his head acknowledging your words.

“I meant no offense when I laughed. I just realized you really are the only person who would miss me if I left for good… I- Thank you (Name), for always welcoming me back with open arms and genuine kindness. You have no idea what it means for a foolish man like me,” He mumbles as he reaches for your hand.

Sleep is calling for him and you smile as you squeeze his hand. You whisper, “Of course, Josiah. I would miss you like crazy. Where else would I get my favorite magician stories?”

He laughs at that and lets his eyes close. “Yes. I best get some rest so I can bring you some more glorious tales fit for royalty to hear,” Josiah mumbles.

He feels safe with someone as kind and loving as you. Out of everyone here you are the one who would hold no doubts about him. Unlike Arthur and Charles who were out to find him in case he would sell out the gang but he would never even think of it- The lot of you he finds entertaining but you and your genuine nature hold a special place in his heart.

[mx-pastelwriting]

RDR2 HC - Running away together & what would it take

RDR2 x GN! Reader

Summary: Running away together & what would it take for them to.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Running away, Some Happy Endings

Characters: Dutch van der Linde, Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Hosea Matthews, John Marston, Josiah Trelawny

Dutch van der Linde

- A hard task in itself, prying Dutch away from his power over the gang, it's an almost impossible task. Though echoing Hosea's words to lie low would earn you some time in having a voice over Micah's, he would consider it.

- Nightly talks cuddled up in his arms, imagining life away from the one you have aloud; he entertains it, but not without saying some doubtful scenarios. Having to change your ways, almost manipulating him into taking that life as a real thing.

- Never leaving his side, hearing every thought, not giving Micah a chance to talk to him in private, in turn driving you crazy. Doing anything for that good life, leaving your intentions to change just to get your Dutch safe.

- Every day drained you; all that work had finally caught up to you. Slowly, you lost faith as the gang came into more trouble, making you come to a realization. You made your choice.

- A night of loving Dutch one more time, cuddled up into his arms, then having to leave them. Leaving him in a deep sleep with a final kiss. Taking your horse he had gotten for you a long time ago and what little clothes you had left from all the years of running. Finally leaving in the cold night, not daring to look back.

A year had gone by, and still you dreamt about that day and its many outcomes, but all you could do was smile at the memory of his messed hair loving him for that final night. Telling yourself over and over that it spared the both of you, there was no use to keep trying. Leaving to build your own life, living out your dream that you tried so hard to convince Dutch of so many times.

He would have loved it, just the two of you; he just couldn't see it. Getting up from your bed, dressing up for the day, and having to live off of the small land you fought to get months after. Making your way to the kitchen, readying breakfast before your day of work, but a knock interrupts you from the task.

Grabbing your old weapon, hoping it still worked, then walking slowly to the door, pointing the weapon from your hip. Upon opening the door, your mind and body went blank. Dutch was standing at your front door, looking like shit. "Dear," he says, voice cracking. Even after all this time, he charmed his way into your heart, igniting your love again.

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Arthur Morgan

- You both have always talked about that kind of life and what it would be like, but it always ended as a joke and never as something to look forward to. Until you really thought about it, hearing Hosea's story of him and his wife fed into your dream.

- Bring it up to Arthur one night, making sure he took it seriously, not knowing what to say, only he couldn't leave the gang just like that. Over time, you pushed the matter, and he always listened but never said anything.

- Being with the gang for a long time, you watched it change as Dutch came into more trouble. Finally, it hit a breaking point when Arthur went missing from the meeting with Colm O'Driscoll. The camp had to calm you down, but it didn't stop the tears every night, fighting your mind to just leave, but it turned to worry that if he'd come back, you needed to be there for him.

- After days of the gang searching, you finally spotted Arthur's house with him on top, thinking you had just gone crazy. Hearing his groans of pain, you ran to him, crying aloud, causing the camp to spring into action, with some having to hold you back so the rest could work.

- After an hour of working on him finally letting you see him, never leaving his side as you waited for him to wake. Hosea brought you something to eat every day, knowing what you had been going through.

Snapping from your exhausted state as a groan came from Arthur, watching as he stirred from his rest. Tears once again spilled from your eyes while grabbing his hand and placing it to your cheek. Waking fully, he whispered your name, running a hand through his hair earning a hum from him as he rested his eyes once again.

"I thought you were dead," you whispered, kissing his hand earning another hum. "Okay," he whispered weakly, making you look at him meeting his blue-green eyes. Taking a minute for you to understand, you nodded, "Tonight." You responded, getting only a weak nod back. Quickly getting up to then plant a kiss on his lips before preparing your leave.

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Javier Escuella

- Being so loyal to Dutch, as soon as you'd bring that idea of life up, he'd tell you of the time he tried to find that kind of life, with it ending with Dutch saving him, in turn needing to repay Dutch with his life. A life for a life.

- Still, of course, you stayed with him, but it didn't stop you from trying. From mentioning small things, such as telling him to look at the homesteads as you passed them or talking to couples who owned their land, hearing the stories of home life making sure Javier was near you to hear.

- Wishing aloud to love him behind closed doors, but he brought up the suggestion of a hotel quickly you shot it down with wishes of loving him in your own home. Unknown to you, it wasn't till the end that he would change his mind.

- Seeing as he buddied up with Micah breaking your heart, seeing what Micah did to Dutch, there would be no way he would sink his claws into your Javier. Realizing it even more after hearing Arthur's words confirming your Javiers changed, solidifying your thoughts. Having to do the only thing that was left.

- Grabbing a bag, you started to stuff your things into it. Hearing footsteps come closer, you didn't look up, knowing who it was. When asking what you were doing, you told him you were leaving him. Shocked, he begged, but you gave it to him in the end, giving him an ultimatum. You or Dutch.

Pain washed over his face. He looked to the floor, hoping it would have the answer, but you continued packing. "Amor," he begged, but you kept your back to him as much as it pained you. "I can't do this, Javi," you say, tears stinging the brim of your eyes. "Tell me," he says, putting a hand on yours.

"All of this, you hate Micah. What changed?" You asked, making him look away, but you brought his face back softly with your hand. Cupping his face, "I know you see it. He's not well. I'm not going to stick around anymore, Javi," you say, turning to zip up your bag.

"It's your choice," you say before grabbing a few more things. "I can't," he says weakly. "Okay," saying your final words before walking to the horses, putting your things onto yours before hopping onto your horse.

Taking a last look at the camp, not caring who chose to look. Hearing as the horse next to you stirred, looking to see Javier hop on his with his belongings behind him. Smiling at each other, you turned away from camp, taking off quickly to start your new life.

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Charles Smith

- Having been in the gang for a small amount of time, he had never shut down the idea, though never did he start to make plans on it. Figuring it was from his friendships with Arthur and John or him just settling in having run with him before the gang, you were of course thankful for them taking you both in, but shaking off the idea was never going to happen.

- Taking long rides on the days he got off, hugging his waist while resting your head on his back, talking about many things: camp gossip, your past travels, the future. Sometimes passing by a homestead watching as the people worked away at their land, imagining out loud how that would be, it would be better than always running.

- He loved you dearly; it pained him whenever leaving you to do a job with the gang, but you hated it more when he came to you from a watch stumbling on his tired feet to then crashing into your arms falling asleep before he could even mumble, "I love you.".

- Making his choice after the bank job that had gone wrong, having to bury Hosea and Lenny's bodies, the both of you talked about the decision ending with a kiss and the start of packing your things. Though quickly interrupted by the law, causing you to run once again, making you both stick around the gang a little longer.

- Knowing it put the both of you in more danger, he tried to make it quick by using the gang to help the tribe, only meeting them once by going with him, you understood. Finally, the day came telling only Arthur and John and those closest to you, getting hugs and wishes of luck to your new life.

Waking to the cooing of birds wrapped in the warmth of Charles's arms, hearing him snore softly, kissing his scared cheek, waking him from his slumber earning a smile. Looking at you with tired brown eyes, taking a moment to admire your well-rested faces.

Wiggling out of his arms with an objection as he tightened them, making you both laugh before you headed off to the kitchen in your homestead, but not without getting dressed first from the night before. Having been years since that day, leading to a new life, though the past caught up a year later, causing Charles to go with John just to make Dutch and Micah pay for all those years ago.

Of course, coming back to you with a bullet in the shoulder and a promise to never leave you again, from John's home, you both made it up to Canada, living out your dream of a homestead. Ending your reminisce on the past as Charles wraps his arms around you once more, kissing your neck softly while you readied the morning drinks.

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Bill Williamson

- It had never been an idea to the both of you from all the years you ran with the gang until going into town. Seeing how a couple talked about their lives after getting that first taste of that kind of life, you never looked back.

- Not telling Bill at first, wanting him away from Dutch a bit before springing it upon him after one of your hotel nights away, he entertained your thoughts, though laughing at some parts until he realized you were serious.

- His first feeling was anger at how he could never do that to Dutch, but you argued that Dutch doesn't control your lives. Finally, he calmed down, telling you he looked up to Dutch. Knowing how he wanted the limelight that Arthur and John had, you convinced him that even if it was painful to say and hear, he would never be them. His obsession can't control him.

- Even though he listened with understanding, even agreeing, he told you the time wasn't right. Giving your understanding back to his reasoning, you stayed with him. But things didn't stay still for forever.

- The bank job had gone wrong with the law running you out of Shady Bell, feeling as if it was years before you got Bill back in your arms after hearing tales of him on Guarma. Having enough, you started to pack your things, causing Bill to freak. Hearing none of it, you gave him a choice. Hoping he would pick the right one.

Standing in front of your horse, holding your bag tightly, "I've hit the end, Bill; I-I can't. I can't stay up every night hoping you're alive; it's not fair to me or you." You choked through your words, causing a scene for the whole camp to see, but you didn't care; you were done.

Seeing his hesitant look back at Dutch, who watched on calmly, you had your answer. His continuous seek for approval from Dutch would never stop, and you weren't going to be around to watch it kill him or you.

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Hosea Matthews

- Having left before he would hear the idea once again, not shooting it down immediately though ending your talk with how his story ended, right back where he started.

- As time went on, his coughs had gotten worse, as well as his attitude towards it, helping with his cough fits earned a hand wave and a choked-out "I'm fine." But you kept pushing, knowing if it was the end for him, it should be anywhere but running with the gang.

- Bringing it up more, he entertained it a bit more, but other reasons would always pop up after, trying to understand you let it go after every talk. As the gang settled into Shady Bell slowly, you noticed that he became even worse; he barely came to bed, but when he did stumble in, smelling of booze, giving you a slurred "I love you" before snoring away.

- Not waiting for his final say any longer, you slowly packed your things over the days, making sure both of your horses were ready to go in the night. Thankfully, you met a couple who knew of a cabin not too far away at a cheap price. Saving up quickly, you bought the cabin, leaving it to wait for you. Taking note of when the watch shifts change and when the camp dies down for the night.

- Finally, you made your move. As Hosea stumbled into being his familiar drunk self, you went into action, calling his horse over by the back door quietly loading on what little you had left. Then, waking Hosea leading him to the horse with false words, finally, you were ready with Hosea in a drunken sleep on your back, fleeing into the dark swamp.

Riding through the night, keeping Hosea on the horse, with luck, you made it through the swamp and into the forest on your way to the cabin. Not knowing how long this would last not even sure if this was a new life. "Just enough for you to rest," you whispered into the cold night air.

Making it to the cabin, using all your strength to get him in the cabin, laying him on the bed, tucking him. Going back out, taking your things from his and your horses, then letting them rest in the small stable for the next few days.

Waking into the morning still hearing Hosea's snores with his warm arms around you. Slowly, you get up, readying his medicine, hoping he'll understand your actions. Being all for him in the end.

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John Marston

- Having entertained the idea only came up two times. The first was for one of Hosea's cons, having you and John play as a married couple that lived on a farm just for another couple who actually lived on a farm to come along to buy into Hosea's con.

- As years went on, seeing how the gang dwindled, thankful for not taking your John, but not without a scare and a promise to stay with you. Getting out of the snow, helping John to Horseshoe Overlook, fighting to keep him down, and resting. John made a joke about you being his spouse and having a little farm. That was the second time.

- John wasn't the only one with that joke; being protective over him, Hosea started to joke about how the con act ended long ago, but you were still acting the part.

- Finally, John was ready for jobs again, so you loosened your protection, though you weren't afraid to give it to Dutch if he came back with so much as a small scratch. Furthering that joke in the camp led you two to talk. John agreed to the possibility, but it was different in his mind. You saw it coming sooner than him.

- Sadly, it wasn't until the very end you could live out that idea. The gang fell apart, pushing you both towards Strawberry, but not without making a rule for yourself. Never to live that life again. It was easier said than done. John helped the framer, and you fled, leaving your John behind.

Reading the letter over again as the carriage hit every bump on the road, making your impatience worse. Finally stopping, not wanting to look out the window, needing to see him up close, you hurried out.

Standing there face-to-face with your John, having been gone for so many months, your eyes stinging as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. "It's over," he whispered into your ear, making the threatening tears spill, tightening your hold, not wanting to let him go again.

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Josiah Trelawny

- Living that dream already in Saint Denis, but unbeknownst to you, Josiah had dealings with a gang. Hearing the name of the gang from officers around town yet not thinking anything of them. Not even questioning his absence at home as his "office work" makes him travel a lot.

- Loving the stories of his travels made you susceptible to listening for things, but never did you think you'd hear about your husband from an officer's mouth on the street. Then the next day, another questioned you on your doorstep, being very hostile and pushing past you just to find nothing, but before leaving, accusing you of dealing with the "Van Der Linde Gang.".

- Hearing nothing from your Josiah in the few passing days got you worried���maybe you didn't know the man you married. Though finally, you saw him as he crawled up the stairs of your Saint Denis home, the sight brought you to tears.

- The damage to him was heartbreaking. He groaned and hissed through his teeth as you cleaned up his bloody wounds, then bandaged them up. Saying nothing, you let the silence fall with his story quickly following, but you didn't let him finish.

- Saying the name of the gang, seeing how his face turned pale. Telling him of what transpired days before, hit you hard speaking of what you knew out loud to him. Starting with a sigh, he told you everything with a voice filled with shame.

"Stop," you said, interrupting his explanation, doing as you said, looking to you. Not being able to handle the sight of him knowing every cut or possible broken bone was because of his deals with the gang. You started to question whether the life you built was even real; was the love you got from him even real?

"Love," he pleaded, placing a hand on yours looking into the eyes you fell in love with so many times. Still, you held your ground. "No more J," you say, making him look down watching as he nodded. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his upper back and shoulders, hugging him as he sat in your home, where he belonged.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

[josephquinnswhore]

Red Dead Redemption character Masterlist

Fluff: ☁︎ Hurt/comfort: ❀ Angst: 𖤐 Requested: 𐦍 Smut: ☾

Arthur Morgan:

• Haven Amongst the Chaos ☁︎

• DEAD MEN DON’T KISS (mini series)

Javier Escuella:

• mi vida ☁︎

Characters COMING SOON;

•Charles Smith

•Dutch Van Der Linde

•John Marston

•Jack Marston (adult only)

•Kieran Duffy

•Josiah Trelawny

•Sean MacGuire

[rosemary-morgan]

Red Dead Redemption - Masterlist 🤠

I have now created a separate master list for my RDR stories, since there are many. Also easy for you to find something more quickly.

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Latest update - 02.10.2023**

Female Reader

Javier Escuella

Nsfw ABC

My special angel (fluff)

Shy girls know what they want Part 1 / Part 2 (complete) (NSFW, fluff)

Our safe place (nsfw)  **

Fanning the flames (nsfw)

It's never to late to repent Part 1 / Part2 / Part 3/ Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 **(angst, romance, nsfw)

Arthur Morgan

Let me heal your soul: Part 1 / Part 2 (complete)  (NSFW, fluff, comfort)

The shadows of my past: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (NSFW, fluff, hurt, comfort, angst)

The sweet taste of lust (NSFW)

My sweet girl (fluff)

The tears in your eyes (hurt/comfort)

I´m living only for you (NSFW, fluff, angst)

A sweet surprise (NSFW 18+!)**

John Marston

Archangel: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (complete)  (NSFW, fluff, hurt, comfort)

Nsfw ABC

Secret desire (NSFW, hurt, comfort, angst)

Cozy morning Sex (nsfw)

The sky in her eyes: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 (NSFW, fluff, hurt, comfort, angst)

Revenge is a fools game (angst)**

Josiah Trelawny

I was lost without you: Part 1 / Part 2 (complete) (fluff, NSFW)

Nsfw ABC

You deserve better: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 (NSFW, hurt, comfort, angst, fluff)

Charles Smith

Nsfw ABC

The beauty of your soul (fluff, NSFW)

Lazy Sunday morning (NSFW)

The cry of his dove (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

Kieran Duffy

My precious darling (fluff)

The Van der linde Gang

HCs about your pregnancy and how the boys would take care of you

HC´s - your first date

HC’s - hair braiding

HC’s- about pranks, tattoos, the most embarrassing things

HC's - making love with them includes... (NSFW+18!)**

[outlaw-apologist]

Soulmates (Josiah Trelawny x Reader)

Requested by @ladylexib I’m SO sorry it took so long ❤️ Pairing: Josiah x F!Reader Summary: With rain comes feelings. Not all feelings are bad. Rain brings life, hope, and even romance. Walking through Saint Denis hand in hand, you can’t help but to notice how handsome Josiah looks. Pure fluff!!! Read on AO3 The rainy afternoon bathed Saint Denis in a dreary yet poetic light. As you walked through the quiet streets with Josiah you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility with your beloved. The rain pattered softly against the umbrella that Josiah held above you both. You walked hand in hand, Josiah's much larger hand engulfing yours fondly as you two take in the sights and sounds of the city.

Josiah was dressed impeccably, as always, in a finely tailored suit that fit him like a glove. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as you walked beside him, feeling as if you’re the luckiest woman in the world to be seen with such a dashing lover. He was so tall and handsome… Not to mention he was always sweet on you. You caught him sneaking glances until finally your eyes lock and Josiah’s lips give way to a smile. “Sorry for staring, my dear. You just look so ethereal.” His flattery was not foreign to you and yet somehow he still managed to make you blush.

As you rounded a corner, you came upon a beautiful ancient weeping willow tree towering over the buildings in the older part of the city. Its long branches drooped towards the ground, spinning droplets of water down its leaves. Josiah stopped and looked up at the tree, a look of wonder crossing his face. He always seemed to appreciate the willows, you noticed.

"My dear, have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" He asked, gesturing towards the tree.

You smiled at him, feeling your heart swell with affection. Hair fell into Josiah’s face as he marveled, an uncommon sight for such a well put together man. "Not since I met you, Josiah," You replied, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t help yourself when he looked so delicious.

Josiah blushed and quickly looked away. He hadn’t expected such a response pouring from your sweet lips and he suddenly felt flustered. His eyes scanned the surrounding area to make sure nobody had seen your display of affection. But you could tell he was quite pleased. “I say, you beat me to it! That’s exactly what I was about to say to you.”

“I thought so!” You giggled, your dress swaying as you gave a cute little bounce in excitement. It was hard to pull one over on Josiah given his cunning personality. It felt like a victory.

As you continued your walk, you talked and laughed and shared stories, enjoying each other's company in a way that only true soulmates can. At least, that’s what Josiah always says to you whilst you lay in his arms at night. “We’re two souls cut from the same cloth fabric. You and me, my love. Soulmates.”

Eventually you talk about your hopes and dreams for the future. What you wish your relationship with him brings and about the adventures you want to have together. About the life you want to build with him. He wraps a secure arm around you while listening intently, the rain still falling softly around you making the lights of Saint Denis blurry at a distance.

As the sun began to set and the rain began to slow, Josiah turned to you and cradled your face in his hands with much love and care. "My dear," he said softly, his eyes dancing with adoration. "I cannot imagine a life without you. You are the light of my world, the joy in my heart, and the reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face. I love you more than words can express."

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you looked into his gaze, feeling the overwhelming love and devotion that radiated from the man in front of you. You leaned in and kissed him deeply, pouring all of your passion and affection that had been building between you for so long into the kiss.

In that moment you knew that you had found your forever with Josiah. The rain continued to fall bringing with it the chill of night, but you didn't care. You were lost in the moment, lost in the love that you shared with the man who has always been your soulmate.

[i-love-you-charles-smith]

Masterlist

(bold characters are my favorite <3)

Dutch Van Der Linde

Nothing yet!

Hosea Matthews

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Arthur Morgan

Fluff hcs!

Charles Smith

Little yearning thing

John Marston

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Abigail Roberts

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Micah Bell

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Bill Williamson

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Javier Escuella

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Leopold Strauss

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Kieran Duffy

Dating hcs!

Sean Macguire

Nothing yet!

Lenny Summers

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Orville Swanson

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Josiah Trelawny

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Simon Pearson

Nothing yet!

Uncle

Nothing yet!

Susan Grimshaw

Nothing yet!

Sadie Adler

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Tilly Jackson

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Karen Jones

Nothing yet!

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Nothing yet!

Eagle Flies

Nothing yet!

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hello there! if you're here, that means i somehow managed to link my rules to my intro post, or you're just scrolling through my blog...

this list contains :

💿 what i will and won't write

💿 fandoms i'm in and characters i can write for

anyways, let's get into it!:

👽 WHAT I CAN DO:

🛸 FEMALE, MALE, GENDER NEUTRAL READER

[ KEEP IN MIND THAT I AM A FEMALE SO MY TAKES ON MALE READER MAY NOT BE ACCURATE ]

🛸 HEADCANON LISTS

🛸 FLUFF

🛸 SMUT

[NEVER WRITTEN ONE BUT I AM CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO TRY]

🛸 ANGST

🛸 ONE SHOTS

🛸 BLURBS

🛸 PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

🛸 CHARACTER X CHARACTER

[MAY NOT WRITE SPECIFIC SHIPS, PLEASE ASK BEFORE REQUESTING]

🛸 POLY RELATIONSHIPS

[ I AM POLY MYSELF ]

🛸 SONG FICS

[ FICS BASED ON SONG YOU PICK ]

👽 WHAT I WON'T DO:

🛸 NON CON / SA / R4PE

🛸 STRONG BDSM / MASTER-SUB DYNAMIC

[ I AM A SWITCH IN BED, I WILL WRITE

SWITCHY NSFW IF I CAN...]

🛸 POLYSEXUAL SEX SCENES

[I AM NOT EXPERIENCED AT ALL]

🛸 KINKS GENERALLY CONSIDERED DISGUSTING

[ SCAT, VORE etc.]

🛸 AGE PLAY, DDLC AND VARIATONS OF THAT

🛸 RACE PLAY / PET PLAY

🛸 ANYTHING ILLEGAL THAT WILL PUT ME IN JAIL U KNOW

👽 this list may change. if you have any questions - use ask box, i will anwser anything

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎👽 WHAT FANDOMS I WRITE FOR

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎( pink ones are the ones i won't write for )

[if your character is not on the list, ask if i will write for them, i might've forgot to add them]

THIS LIST MAY CHANGE!!!

👽 RED DEAD REDEMTION 2:

🛸 ARTHUR MORGAN (fav but different category)

🛸 CHARLES SMITH

🛸 JOHN MARSTON

🛸 DUTCH VAN DER LINDE

🛸 HOSEA MATTHEWS

🛸 JAVIER ESCUELLA (MY FAV)

🛸 SEAN MACGUIRE (#2 FAV)

🛸 KIERAN DUFFY

🛸 LENNY SUMMERS

🛸 JOSIAH TRELAWNY (#3 FAV)

🛸 SADIE ADLER

🛸 ABIGAIL ROBERTS

🛸 MICAH BELL

🛸 BILL WILLIAMSON

🛸 JACK MARSTON (OLDER VERSION)

👽 APEX LEGENDS

🛸 OCTANE

🛸 MIRAGE

🛸 BLOODHOUND

🛸 WATTSON

🛸 WRAITH

🛸 REVENANT

🛸 LOBA

🛸 FUSE

🛸 SEER

🛸 VALKYRIE

🛸 GIBLARTAR

🛸 PATHFINDER (can do platonic)

🛸 CAUSTIC

🛸 CRYPTO

👽 CALL OF DUTY

🛸 JOHHNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

🛸 SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

🛸 KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

🛸 JOHN PRICE

🛸 KEEGAN (SORRY I JUST DON'T KNOW HIM ENOUGH)

🛸 MAKAROV

🛸 ALEJANDRO VARGAS

🛸 KONIG

not adding tags cause why would i...

[ghostsbeetle]

Introduction post

Hey guys, I’m Nick, or you can call me Beetle.

I’m 19 years old, male, and gay.

I’m a mediocre writer (at best) and am trying to write more, as I have recently found my skills to be a bit lacking in terms of things like interactions.

So send me requests (when the ask box is open).

Here are some fandoms I’ll write for:

Resident Evil (mainly)

Red Dead Redemption

Slashers

Dead By Daylight

Fallout

Inside Job

Silent Hill

I have more but that’s all I feel like adding rn lol

Characters I particularly like writing about are:

RE: Albert Wesker, Leon Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira, Rebecca Chambers, Jill Valentine, Nemesis/Tyrant/Mr. X, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Jack Krauser

RDR: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Lenny Summers, Sean Macguire, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Josiah Trelawny, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Kieran Duffy, Hosea Matthews

Slashers: Michael Myers, Ghostface, Harry Warden, Jason Voorhes, Leatherface, Patrick Bateman

Fallout: John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Craig Boone, Robert Joseph MacCready, Sturges, Arcade Gannon, Paladin Danse, Deacon, Butch Deloria, Courier Six

Inside Job: Brett Hand, Andre Lee, Reagan Ridley, Gigi, Ron Staetdler

Silent Hill: James Sunderland, Pyramid Head

Of course, I’ll write just about any character from those franchises within my limits.

I do request that submissions for one shots/fanfics are particularly detailed; for example,  if you say Leon Kennedy, do tell if you mean re2, re4, re6, Infinite Darkness, or Vendetta, the setting, a specific type (plagas!, umbrella!, soft!), gender neutral, fem, male, and the premise. Head-canon asks don’t need to be AS detailed as I’ll use a general summary of that character’s personality to write for it, but I would appreciate a small description.

I will write anything from fluff, to angst, to smut. I'll also do my best to write characters that I'm not familiar with. I WILL NOT write fetish content, proships, non-consensual stuff, real people, abuse, or beastiality. Basically don’t be a weirdo.

That’s about all. I’m in the process of writing two one shots right now so if you can, do leave a request! It would give me much motivation. Love you all <3

[unprocione]

name : rian!

pronouns :  he/him :)

preference of communication : discord! always discord, i constantly forget tumblr ims exist, and on discord i can remark things as unread, so i don't lose the notification if i can't reply at the time, which helps when i'm burnt out or if my attention span is particularly bad that day.

most active muse :  leon & only leon these days!

experience / how many years :  i've been writing on tumblr since late 2018! it feels like way longer, i started writing on tumblr when red dead redemption 2 was released and i was writing josiah trelawny while the game was actually still under embargo, scrambling to watch every new playthrough episode i could find while the fandom was setting up. i didn't actually play the game myself until it was released on pc in late 2019!

best experience : i had several really good experiences writing atlas/frank fontaine from bioshock in a western cusp-of-the-nineteen-hundreds american heartland verse, going into alot of topics like industrialism at that time, the american labour movement and american union history, strike tactics & the economics of greed. it was inspired alot from a show on the usa network called damnation that got cancelled, i did a ton of historical research and i mostly wrote with red dead redemption ii muses, did alot of worldbuilding with @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins who is an excellent roleplay partner! i'm working on potentially setting up that verse again but from a different perspective for leon, because i miss it.

rp pet peeves : oh i have alot of opinions but i keep 'em to myself until you give me an opportunity. can't stand people getting cancelled for writing villains as the actual villains they are in canon, or characters generally as more complicated morally, especially when they're referencing content from the actual media and people are losing their minds because they're not the fandom expectation or easy ship material. so many people will have 'mun does not equal muse!!' in their carrds and byfs but will clutch their pearls if you even quote directly from source material, and then harass the fuck out of you, send hate anons, suicide bait, i mean we've all seen it happen or heard about it if it hasn't happened to us directly, definitely so if you're on this site for more than a year, so you know what i mean. i don't like people looking to my writing for moral directives or sifting through all my content to glimpse some kind of agenda, i think that's chronically online behavior. obviously it's different if someone is writing pedophilia or something but i just feel like i shouldn't have to make that disclaimer at all, it feels like common sense but if i don't say something i run the risk of someone messaging me like 'so you support so & so? kill yourself!' y'know.

fluff, angst, or smut : i like all of these in moderation so long as there's depth to it further than just being fluff, angst, or smut for no cause, you know? if it's not signature to our muses, if it doesn't fit narratively, and is just feel-good content, i just get bored, and having any of this in back to back to back to back threads of just one roleplay genre is like being smothered to death with chocolate cake, i only like a little bit once in a while otherwise i get sick of it, y'know.

plots or memes : plotting 100%, but even though i heavily prefer plotting, i don't often have the energy for it? even if i really like the other muse's portrayal. or, alternatively, i will do all of this plotting in my head, and just like. never act on it, or bring it to my roleplay partner, due to this weird ocd-adjacent anxiety symptom i'm trying to break now that i have meds to help me out, where i make alot of social rules and conditions for myself that just overall completely pens me up and isolates me. i don't know what it's called but i've just always had that and it gets in the way of what i love doing all the time.

long or short replies : i don't have a reliable perception of long or short replies! i'm happy with two paragraphs but i'll reply with like six or eight paragraphs average because once i get over my anxiety there's really nothing else stopping me and i like run-on sentences and exposition and scenery and internal monologues!! and i know it's not always appropriate sometimes too, like if we agree on a shorter thread for less pressure, but i've always had a hard time knowing where to stop with anything, i have no perception of an appropriate point to cut off? i need like. a reverse nanowrimo.

time to write : apparently 11:00 pm - 6 am est, since that's when i'm most productive lately.

are you like your muses : god i hope not. i did choose to write leon as gay though because, i'm gay myself and it was more comfortable for me, even though he's pretty heterosexual in canon, but that's less from me wanting to relate with him on a point, and more because i have had some really uncomfortable and bad experiences shipping with female muses who didn't respect boundaries in the past. whether that's projecting attraction on me as a person instead of my muse, or wanting me to write noncon or torture porn, and finding a way to take it out on me when i said no or tried to let them down easy, and it's one of those things where looking back on the memory of it gives me the same tight-chested feelings as alot of people get when they've been involved in intense drama and callouts and stuff. just can't do it anymore! maybe that'll change someday ^^

tagged by: @blitzkriegers & @omniterror thamk u both for tagging :) tagging: @ubcs, @sinibell, @valour-bound, @mycelae

[funkwhistle]

Two of Clubs

Pairing: Josiah Trelawny x GN!Reader

Warnings: It’s all fluff again, there’s a creepy stranger

Words: 1.4k

Notes: I mean this is a bit of a mess, but I wanted to write for him, he holds a vv special place in my heart. Just a bit of fun in the saloon with Trelawny.

You sat at the table in the saloon, praying the last card the dealer would flip over was a six; then you'd have three sixes, which hopefully might let you win. Across the table from you, your friend you'd made playing poker, Josiah, smirked at his cards, it was just you and him left in the game, and you wanted nothing more than to beat that smug look off his face. He was comparatively renowned in this saloon for winning poker, being able to tell the opponents strategies from a few rounds. You would give everything to win for once, you were sick of losing money to him by now, even if he did buy you a drink with his winnings each time.

“Two of clubs,” the dealer said finally, turning over the last card, much to your disappointment. You had an eight high and a pair of sixes, nothing to be proud of. Across from you, Trelawny laid down his hand; with the two that had just been placed he had four of a kind. 

“See, my dear, I will always win,” he smiled, scraping all the chips towards him.

 “I don't know how you do it,” you said, pushing some remaining chips towards him as you handed your cards back to the dealer. 

“Win? Poker is a game of luck my dear, and I am one lucky fellow,” you laughed a little at his response.

Deciding you'd bet enough for the evening, you thanked the dealer and left the table, you could hear Josiah gladly counting his winnings behind you. As you went to settle yourself at the bar, sliding some money at the barman for a beer, he did not join you, opting instead to keep playing poker. Brushing it off, you sipped contentedly on your beer; you came here regularly to play, and yet you felt as though you knew nobody — sure you recognized some upper-class women who would drink cocktails in the corner, or the pianist, but you had never spoken to anyone. 

You finished one beer and as you were ordering your second a man slid into the seat beside you, much to close for your liking on the empty bar. Awkwardly, you shuffled away from him, realizing you couldn't move any further back as you were at the end of the bar. He was grinning toothily at you, and you had the pleasure of being able to take in the remnants of old food which littered his moustache. 

“How's someone as good-looking as you sittin' alone in the bar?” he asked, and you were overwhelmed with the smell of alcohol on his breath as he spoke. Trying not to breathe in the stench, you shrugged, looking desperately over his shoulder for something or someone which could help you, your guns had been left upstairs in the room you were renting. The man was leering at you, taking sips from the beer you'd just ordered which at next to him on the side; he could have it, there was no way you'd be drinking from that now.

“Ahem?” you couldn't see around the man to see who'd spoken, but the relief flooded you, praying this person was about to aid your predicament. When the stranger placed a very distinctive white glove on the man's shoulder you realized who it was; nobody in this town wore white gloves apart from a certain moustachioed man — Josiah Trelawny. 

The man diverted his interest in one moment off you, glancing to see who was behind him. Before he had the chance to react, Trelawny had grabbed your hand and pulled you past the man, so you were pressed against his chest. For a second, you froze, not sure what was happening, you could only see the man seething and could vaguely hear Trelawny speaking to someone. You relaxed a little into his grip, your head lying on his chest as you took him in; he smelled much cleaner than any of the other people you'd spoken to in here, almost as though he bathed regularly. 

“-leave my wife alone,” you zoned back into the conversation to find him still speaking in a measured manner to the rogue at the bar. And then the penny dropped, and you couldn't help but smile. Mentally, you scolded yourself, you barely knew this man and yet, you didn't mind standing here, in his arms. After a while, and something being passed between the two men, you felt him guiding you out of the saloon and onto the street, not letting you go. 

“Thank you dearest,” you said as you left, loud enough for the man at the bar to hear. Once you got outside, he moved from having his arm around your back to holding your hand in his as he guides you down one of the alleyways near the saloon. 

“I can't thank you enough, you saved me in there,” you said once you'd stopped, but you didn't let go of his hand, content with the feel of it in yours. It was now you realized how close the pair of you were, your heart was pounding out of your chest, you'd never felt this way about this man before - hell you'd never spoken to him much outside of the saloon.

“No worries, I hoped you would participate, and you astounded my expectations,” Trelawny said, moving a little closer to you, so you could nearly rest your head on his chest again. Looking up at him, you drank him in for the first time; from his well maintained facial hair, to the lines around his eyes as he smiled. While you'd never had feelings for this man before, you wanted nothing more than for him to hold you close again, telling you it would be alright.  The pair of you stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and you were convinced he could hear the pounding of your heart. It would take almost nothing just to stand on your tiptoes and kiss him now.

“Ah! There you are,” someone calling distracted the both of, he dropped your hands and stepped back from you. From the end of the alleyway someone stood; you didn't recognize their face, but they wore one of the cowboy hats you'd see outlaws wearing. Muttering a hurried apology, Trelawny left you, following the man out of the alley and down one of the other side streets on Saint Denis. 

In fact, you didn't see Trelawny again for several months, you continued to ledge at the saloon, spending your time either playing mindless games of poker or helping the barman out with odd jobs. Without Josiah's competition, you found yourself winning more frequently, collecting many dollars from rich men. And you enjoyed every minute, there was nothing more satisfying than seeing an upper-class man fall victim to your poker face. 

But, while you were content with your life, your heart earned for something more. Every time the door swung open to reveal a tall man in a Tux your heart would leap, hoping he might return, and you could tell him how you'd been feeling. 

He didn't come back for nearly a year, but when he did return it was on a rainy Tuesday evening; the saloon was comparatively deserted, with only a few regulars drinking at the bar. You saw him outside before he came in, his top hat setting him apart from the usual city dwellers, as well as his spotted horse which he'd hitched outside. As soon as you saw him, you rushed to the door, running into the rain without caring if you got drenched, too desperate to see him again. 

When you reached him, he turned, and his face lit up at the sight of you, moving towards you, not caring you were both in the middle of the street. His hands cupped your face, pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips, and suddenly, your heart leapt, as though everything was finally coming together, his hands felt cold on your warm face, but you didn't mind. You both stood for a moment, shocked at each other's reactions before you deepened into the kiss, his hands moving to support you as your knees went weak. He deepened the kiss, you could feel his tongue skating over your lips, trying to make up for the time you'd spent apart from the other one. Your hands found the sides of his face, holding him to you as you felt the rain drip steadily down your faces. Even though the rain battered at the pair of you, you had never felt so happy in your life. A/N: I don’t know where this came from tbh aside from this photo, but I felt as thought not writing for one of my favs was a bit bad. And I was in a low mood so yeah a cliché in the rain kiss is good alright? (image is attached below - he was just playing with this card in camp)

[clonesupport]

SAUDADE'S AFFAIR MASTERLIST

there is NSFW content in this story, 18+, minors do not interact

a Josiah Trelawny x female!reader series

Saudade's Affair

Saudade : [of Portuguese origin] a feeling of profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and loves

"You'd never gotten a chance to acquire a lover while you've been with the gang, too busy with running and hiding to settle down anywhere or meet anyone. Until this mysterious man came around to throw your hat in the ring and tussle your heart harder than a bronco."

index

Chapter # | rdr2 chapter - rdr2 camp/significant story location

This series will contain: affairs/cheating - age gap - smut - angst - slow burn - happy ending

[* = nsfw]

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Chapter 1 | chp. 1 - colter + chp. 2 - horseshoe overlook

Chapter 2 | chp. 2 - horseshoe overlook

Chapter 3 | chp. 2 - horseshoe overlook

Chapter 4 | chp. 2 - horseshoe overlook + trelawny’s caravan *

Chapter 5 | chp. 2 - horseshoe overlook

Chapter 6 | chp. 2 - horseshoe overlook + chp. 3 - clements point

Chapter 7 | chp. 3 - trelawny's caravan *

Chapter 8 | chp. 3 - trelawny's caravan + clements point

Chapter 9 | chp. 3 - clements point

Chapter 10 | chp. 3 - clements point

coming soon: Chapter 11 | chp. 3 - clements point

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"You were just so fragile to him that he couldn't help but be weary, he didn't want to ruin your delicacy with his nature."

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last edited: 2/6/2023

[oblongblockofsteel]

It's the small things- part 2. Josiah Trelawny/Arthur Morgan

Some more thoughts on this relationship, because I can ^^

• Arthur loves getting injured, not for the pain, but for what happens after. He never really gets affection of the comfort kind. Dutch and Hosea, although both were brilliant fathers, were also harsh in their upbringing. They didn't coddle him, and they won't today. But when he gets injured, Josiah turns into something he's always needed: a comforting hand. He yearns for it, to have someone fuss, and kiss and touch like he's breakable. Like he's precious. Arthur loves getting injured, because for a short while, he feels like he's worth more than the gun on his hip.

• Josiah loves dancing, Arthur has two left feet, but he tries for Josiah, because when Josiah dances he lights up like a lantern festival, bright beautiful and, of course, magical.

• Arthur loves camping, Josiah hates it, but he has curbed that dislike if only for Arthur. And there are a few perks out there in the wilderness. They have 100% privacy for one and Josiah takes some serious advantage of that. They can't be bothered to do jobs, something Arthur seems to appreciate, his simple nature wishes for a simple life, and Josiah will oblige as much as he's able. But really, he just loves seeing Arthur in his element: against the backdrop of the American wilderness with a look in his eyes that yearns for adventure and a life bereft of troubles.

• They both love horses. Arthur loves them all: big, small, strong, docile, spirited, they each have something he can adore. Just being near them makes him happy, makes him feel comfortable and calm. Josiah loves them too, but he loves one rather than many, and always the odd ducks of the herd. Josiah dotes on that poor animal like a child, and his horses always seem to become a little more human than is usual. Arthur sometimes does wonder if Josiah has some real magic in him.

• Josiah is never speechless. No matter how shocked, angry, or flabbergasted he is, there is always, no matter what an answer waiting on his tongue. Arthur has tried to leave him speechless: from shocking him with expensive gifts, to using his mouth in interesting ways. But he's never managed to bring that tongue to a complete stand still. One day, he knows he will. And he'll treasure that moment forever.

• Arthur can make the world a brighter place. Where Josiah needs magic and tricks to do so, simply through action and kindness can Arthur bring joy to those around him. It's what made him fall in love with the big oaf and the reason he clings so viciously. Arthur, makes him feel happy, accepted, wanted. Loved. Without even speaking a word.

• The day Arthur finally managed to make Josiah speechless, he felt no joy, only remorse.

They'd been arguing, this time about Josiah's tendency to disappear at random intervals. Arthur had felt betrayed, angry at Dutch, angry at their situation, and by extension angry at Josiah. The words had been spurred on by rage, and if he was honest, due to a silent doubt that the man was even who he said he was.

"How do I even know your real name is Josiah Trelawny! Is it something else you just made up? Like all the other damned cons in your life?"

The words had landed like a bomb. Josiah's expression had faltered, struck in a state of complete shock, a silence fell between them thick enough to muffle the world. Arthur felt his throat go tight, his anger dim and fear claw up his throat.

"Josi," he tried, soft and uncertain. Josiah's eyes flicked up to him, eyes confused, fearful, even pained. The expression had been too painful to bear, and Arthur dragged him into a hug. He didn't fight it, didn't say a word, only pressed close and swallowed down a hitch in his breath.

Arthurs still wonders why the subject of his name would strike him so hard, but vowed that day that he'd never bring up his name again.

[neon-junkie]

please can you write a piece about the reader being absolutely touch starved and how camp members/others would react/deal with/help with that? Micah would be my obvious first choice, but Flaco, Trelawny, Kieran or Dutch would absolutely float my boat as well. I defo get the feeling Micah himself would be mega touch starved so maybe that would be good for him too lol

touch starved stuff always hits me right in the feels cause its relatable, so here we go. gender-neutral reader<3

Micah

Micah knows how you feel, he knows what it's like to go for months, maybe even years without having anyone touch you. The only contact Micah receives is his fingertips brushing against another camp members as they pass him his share of the loot, and that's as good as it gets.

He'll never admit to this, but he misses human contact. He's gone for so long without anything that he's just numb to it now, a shell of a man, empty on the inside, but he's been like this for years.

"You just get used to it. You learn to have your own back, to not put your trust in others. Guess that's what we get for bein' outlaws."

Micah has two sides: either he'll be all over you in public, taking any opportunity he can to have his arm around your waist, or be kissing you in front of others; or he'll not want to be touched, not wanting to come across as weak or needy.

But behind closed doors, Micah's a sap. He's mushy, he loves being peppered in kisses whilst you tell him everything you adore about him, and he's always happy to return the favour.

If you're having a really bad day, the ones where you feel so empty and numb, then Micah will forcefully push his ego to the side and ensure you know how much you mean to him. He doesn't care if he's talking all mushy to you right in the middle of camp, or if camp members are making comments, he needs you to know that he's there for you, that he's always got your back, and that he'll do what he can to make you feel whole again. 

Flaco

Flaco knows exactly how you feel. Flaco's lived a tough life, a chosen life yes, but still a tough one.

He's constantly on the run, constantly has his life on the line; he's never been able to settle down, and any time he's tried to, the law has caught up to him, and he's had to run again.

Flaco doesn't mind being open and talking about how lonely he is. He's open about how much he misses human contact, and not just the physical kind, but even just having someone to talk to as he's all alone up in the mountains.

"I guess it's my own damn fault for picking this life, huh? What else did I expect?"

Oh, Flaco is so mushy. Flaco adores all kinds of contact, he'll take everything he can get, and give everything in return tenfold.

His gang members have teased him for being 'whipped' before, but he always shrugs it off. He's the one with a sweetheart, he's the one who gets to enjoy kisses and cuddles in bed every night after making love, he's the one who gets to watch you grow and thrive as he helps that happen, not them!

Flaco's one of those people to ask if you're okay, but then ask again, like a way of saying 'I know you're not actually okay, but I'm offering the opportunity for you to talk about it, if you'd like to.'

You'll never feel touch starved ever again if you're with Flaco, and he won't get those dull feelings either!

Trelawny

Trelawny doesn't get touch starved often, but he's a very sympathetic to someone that is.

He understands how lonely it can get, how numb and cold, as he has had times in the past where he's been like that.

He's the perfect shoulder to cry on, and even more. Trelawny can't help but hold onto you after you confess that to him, and he'll encourage you to sob and rant, if you choose to, as he wants you to let it all out of your system.

"We can't go bottling our emotions up, they'll only worsen and grow. It's best to let them out, talk to someone, if we can..."

Trelawny is a very tender and sensual person, very romantic, often quite cheesy, but he makes you laugh, so how could you turn down his cheese?

He loves linking arms with you as you stroll around town, or tucking your hair behind your ear whenever it gets in the way. It's hard to feel touch starved when Trelawny has his hands on you, and on the odd occasion that he doesn't, he'll be nearby.

You could be sat at camp doing a chore, and Trelawny will be sat beside you, reading a book and often venting to you about how awful the author is.

He's always by your side, and you know you can always curl up in his arms and let it all out. Trelawny will be right there for you.

Kieran

Kieran knows exactly how you feel. He's a bundle of joy, a ray of sunshine, but that doesn't mean there aren't any dark clouds nearby.

He's never really had anybody there for him before, spending most of his life on his own, fighting for survival, always at the bottom of the food chain.

"Why would anybody go for me? I ain't got anything to offer, I don't blame 'em..."

Kieran is the type where you'll find comfort in each other; you'll bond through your shared loneliness, and create something new, warm, comforting.

He jumps at any opportunity he can to hold you, whether that's holding your hand as you walk around town together, or resting beside you as he cleans a saddle and you read a book.

He's all for being open about emotions; he really enjoys pillow talk, just lying in bed in each other's arms, having a general chit-chat, or venting about whatever bothering you. Kieran's a very supportive partner.

He's defensive too, if there's a reason to your lonely feelings, such as a past-partner not treating you right, then Kieran will become full of rage and begin swearing that he'll do something to that person if he ever meets them!!

Dutch

Dutch is the type who jumps from person to person, feeding himself before getting bored and moving on. He'll rarely admit it, but he struggles to settle down with one person, to really find someone he can connect to on a deep, personal level.

He's a bit of a snob, viewing everyone as below him, and expects a real gem to appear one day - that'll be his gem, his other half, someone who understands and encourages him, his voice of reason, the unquestionable support he needs.

Dutch won't admit this either, but he is touch starved. He could easily go and pick out a camp member or a stranger from town to spend the night with, but Dutch needs that emotional bond to satisfy his craving.

"I fear that I'll never find that, that I'll always be hungry for more, unsatisfied and unfulfilled..."

If you click with Dutch then he'll be all over you, he'll become mesmerized for you, won't be able to get enough of you.

He loves physical affection in all forms, from love making, to tender little touches like kissing the back of your hand. Dutch is the type to show you off, and ensure everybody around him knows that you're with him.

Despite what people think, he'll be there for you whenever you need it. Dutch knows you have his back no matter what, and the least he can do is hold you whilst you cry in his arms whenever you need to.

[my-funky-little-cowboy]

How did you do that?

Characters: Jack Marston, Abigail Roberts, Josiah Trelawny Words: 1,533 Warnings: Fluff, Josiah is a good dad, Jack needs people to play with, cute kid shit [ ko-fi] || [ ao3 ]

This was another piece I did for Bury Me Not @thereddeadzine

“Jack! Don’t wander off now!” Abigail shouted across the camp as the boy disappeared into the tall grass near the shore. 

The sun hung low in the sky as dusk approached. Jack followed the small butterfly, his mother’s words falling on deaf ears. He pushed through the grass, slowing as the butterfly landed on a small flower.

“What have you got there, boy?” Jack looked over his shoulder back to the small fire nearby.

“Butterfly!” He turned back as the butterfly fluttered off into the evening sky. “Aww.” He pouted, slowly turning back to the fire.

Josiah sat near the fire near the outskirts of camp shuffling a deck of cards. He had just finished a game of solitaire, the cards danced around in his hands. His kind eyes on Jack as the boy joined him by the fire. 

“Don’t worry, he was just going home for dinner. I’m sure he will be back tomorrow.” 

Jack’s eyes lit up, a smile returning to his face. “Really?” He sat down next to Trelawny near the fire, his attention being drawn to the cards. “What are you doing?” 

“Of course. This?” Trelawny straightened the deck in his hands and presented it to the boy. “A trick, want to see?” 

Jack moved closer to Trelawny, his eyes bright. “Yeah!”

Trelawny fanned the cards out in his hand, presenting them to the child, he leaned in real close. “Can you pick a card for me? Don’t show it to me, but remember the picture you see on it, okay?”

Jack’s fingers ran over the edges of the cards, picking one and pulling it out. He stared at the card, tucking it close to his chest and shutting his eyes tightly. As he tried to commit the card to memory, Jack squinted one eye open, training it on Josiah before squeezing it closed once more. 

“Got it?” Trelawny fanned the cards back out and held them out. “Put the card back in, wherever you’d like, face down.” Jack carefully slid the card back into the deck and Trelawny shuffled the cards between his hands. 

“Alright Jack, my boy, as you can see. I have no clue which card was yours. But for good measure, how about you give the decks a nice shuffle of your own.” He handed the cards to Jack who clumsily switched the cards around in his hands before lining the deck back up and handing it back to Trelawny.

“You’re never gonna find my card now!” Jack said smugly, his crooked smile an exact match to his father’s. 

The deck got one more shuffle and Trelawny palmed the cards. “Now, keep your eyes on the cards, okay Jack?” He began to move them in his hands, fanning and counting the number of cards to himself. He pulled a card from the deck, holding it up for Jack. He flicked the card, turning it slowly over in his hand. He watched Jack’s eyes go wide as he recognized his card.

“How’d you know?!” Jack pulled the card from Trelawny’s hand, turning it over in his hands. 

Trelawny chuckled.

“Now, that would ruin the magic!” He leaned in and took the card from Jack. “But how about I show you another trick? One that you can show your mother.”  He snapped his finger against the card, and it turned into a small flower, he handed it back to Jack.

Jack’s eyes sparkled as he took the little flower, inspecting it. “Yeah…” Jack breathed, his eyes fixed on the flower.

Trelawny smiled, pulling a half dollar from his pocket; flattening it in his palm, he held out his hand to Jack. “You want to learn how to make this coin disappear?” 

Jack knit his brows, his eyes moving from the half dollar to Trelawny’s face. “How?” He took the coin, feeling it between his fingers.

“It’s an illusion, a trick of the eye.” Josiah took the coin back, moving it between his fingers. Jack watched his hand, his eyes following the coin as it moved across Trelawny’s hand. “You see, if you can focus someone’s attention on the left hand, they will never know what your right hand is doing.” 

He moved his other hand over the coin, pinching it between his finger and holding it up before transferring it to his opposite palm, his fingers closing around it. He opened his hand and the coin was gone. Jack reached for Trelawny’s hand. 

“How did you do that! Where did it go?” Trelawny humored the boy, letting him turn his hands over to inspect them.

A smile curled across Trelawny’s face and he gently pulled his hand free from the boy’s, moving his hand behind the boy’s ear he produced the coin. “Right here, behind your ear!”

Jack snatched the half dollar from Trelawny, scrutinizing it. He frowned deeply the longer he held the coin. He looked up at Josiah. “But I saw it vanish!”

“Did you though? Or did you see what I wanted you to?” He took the coin back from Jack, passing it between his hands again, slowly this time, showing Jack just where the half dollar was hidden. “It’s like I said, my boy. If you control your audience’s attention, you can get away with anything behind their backs.”

Jack’s eyes followed each of the movements, his mouth agape with wonder and awe. He let out an airy laugh as Trelawny slid the coin onto his wrist. Jack’s tiny body buzzed with excitement as he pieced together the parts of the trick. 

Trelawny took Jack’s hand, showing him how to hold the coin, how to palm it, and how he could redirect people’s attention. “Alright, now you try.” 

Trelawny felt the pride flood through him as Jack went through the motions of the trick, the coin getting stuck in his small hands as he tucked it into his fist. Trelawny stopped him, having him open his fist slightly to allow it to slip in, telling him to close this fist just enough to pull the hidden coin back out. 

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The sun was setting below the horizon as Jack practiced the trick. Trelawny watched him, reminded of his own boys, his heart heavy that he had been away from them so long. Seeing Jack play, he smiled, reminded of the first time he showed his oldest this trick. 

It was nice to see the boy smiling, Josiah knew he spent a lot of time alone. He chuckled as Jack let out an excited, “Ta-da!” as he finished the trick. 

Trelawny clapped, “Bravo! Wonderful trick, Jack! We’ll make a magician out of you yet!” He put his hand on Jack’s shoulder and the boy beamed up at him.

“I can’t wait to show Momma! And Uncle Sean!” He jumped up, running off back toward the center of camp. “Momma! Momma! I gotta show you something!” His little feet carried him quickly through the darkness toward the main campfire.

“What ya got, honey?”  Abigail turned as Jack appeared in the glow of the campfire. Jack’s eyes sparkled and Abigail smiled warmly.

“Mr. Trelawny taught me a magic trick, wanna see?” He bounced to a stop holding up the coin. Her eyes looked out into the darkness, seeing Trelawny slowly approach. She nodded at him before her eyes went back to Jack.

“Of course! Let’s see this trick!” She ushered Jack into the light of the campfire. Trelawny joined them, sitting across the fire from them. Next to him Uncle and Sean were drunkenly muttering to one another. Their attention was drawn to the boy as he entered the light.

Jack stood up straight, puffing his chest out and Josiah muffled a laugh at the boy’s showmanship. Shaking his head as the boy turned to greet everyone. Abigail’s eyes met with Trelawny’s as Jack continued his showboating, she mouthed a gentle Thank you as she stifled her own laugh.

Jack followed every step of what Trelawny showed him. Tucking the coin into his hand with a grand gesture, his short sleeves making it hard to hide the half dollar, but he managed to get the coin into his cuff before he flashed his empty hands to his audience. Trelawny clapped loudly as Jack finished the trick, Abigail feigning shock and awe. Sean shakily stood up, drunkenly picking up the child.

“What’dya do with the coin?” Sean lifted the boy above his head shaking him playfully and Jack let out a peal of laughter.

“It’s magic, Uncle Sean! I can’t tell you!” 

Sean held him out in front of him, his eyes narrowing. 

“You better tell me, or I’ll tickle it out of ya!” Sean wriggled his fingers under the boy’s arms and Jack began to squirm, his laughter growing.

“It’s magic! I can’t, stop, Uncle Sean!” Jack kicked wildly, laughter filling the night air. Josiah moved and joined Abigail as Jack struggled against Sean’s grip. Abigail’s hand found purchase on Trelawny’s knee and he looked over at her.

“Thank you, Josiah. Not many give him the time of day. And it’s lonely bein’ the only kid.” 

Josiah took her hand in his, a warm smile on his face.

“He’s a great kid.”  He squeezed her hand gently. “It was my pleasure!”