#josiah trewlany

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RDR2 Chapter 3 • The New South

[dalekofchaos]

Context.

Scenario 1. We take Landon Rickets in Blackwater more serious and Landon saw what Dutch did and when he has the opening, Landon shoots Dutch dead. Hosea and Arthur gather everyone and lead them on a path to get lost in the west, gather their strength. Hosea makes the complete opposite of Dutch's decisions throughout the game and the gang is better off for it.

Scenario 2. Arthur arrives very late and sees Thomas Downes is having a coughing fit and collapses and figures that this debt isn't worth it. So Arthur never catches TB. He has his same character arc because he sees that Dutch is losing it and Micah is...Micah. Differences is. Arthur easily overpowers Milton and Arthur kills Micah.

Scenario 3. Arthur takes it upon himself to take responsibility and care for Eliza and Isaac. Turns out Eliza can contribute to the gang. She has a history of pickpocketing when tips as a waitress were low or nonexistent and under Hosea's tutelage, she's a damned good con artist. Isaac takes a liking to "Grandpa Hosea" and "Ol Dutch" the girls adore Isaac and the gang are protective of him. When Jack comes around, Isaac is like an older brother to Jack and Abigail adores him and when the Braithewaites try to steal Jack, Isaac fires a warning shot and everyone comes running to Jack's aid. Because of his family, Arthur chooses not to go after Downes and doesn't get TB. One day, Micah makes a pass at Eliza and makes an offhand comment about Isaac. And Arthur proceeds to beat the shit out of him "You come near my family again, and I'll kill you" Arthur puts his family first and chooses to get out when the writing is on the wall. When they go to free John from Piska, Abigail, Jack, Eliza and Isaac are all waiting and they leave and never look back,

Scenario 4. I know timeline wise this can't work, but it's a fun thought. Basically after Blackwater, Red is on the hunt. He is the "super bounty hunter" Trelawny warned the gang about. The Gang at first doesn't take the threat seriously, but suddenly members of the gang go missing and are delivered to the Pinkertons. Near the end, he sees the humanity in Arthur, John and his family, Charles and Sadie and helps them. Red shoots Micah dead and takes Dutch in. Arthur and John split the money and live in peace

Scenario 5.

Sadie (after chapter 3), Kieran (with his head intact), Charles Smith and Lenny. Josiah Trelawny as the heist leader.

Send the team to Blackwater, their mission is to retrieve the money.

Reasoning:

Sadie, new member of the team, no one know her as VDL gang, no big bounty yet, able to do Gun Fight.

Kieran, Horse gateaway duty. No one know him, he can be the spy to make sure that Colm team doesn't interrupt at all.

Charles, Bodyguard, gunsmith, considered safe bet, he was not in the big heist. Charles is also natural for stealth approach

Lenny, Sniper. Watching the team from the distance (from the camping spot where Arthur and co preparing to save Sean). He is also the one who can run quick back to main camp if anything happen

Josiah. The magician, the mastermind. He can safely travel anywhere, to make it a great decoy in Blackwater.

Arthur + Dutch + The rest of the gang can camping safely outside the border waiting for Lenny to come back

Scenario 6. Just a thought I had. What if Mac returned instead of Milton. But completely changed. After Blackwater and Davey's death, Mac goes through a similar journey as Arthur had and sacrifices himself so Arthur and John can escape

Scenario 7. Just had to include the absolute worst scenario possible. Micah orders Cleet and Joe to go back for Tilly and Jack. When Arthur and John are on the run, Micah yells out that he has Abigail and Jack and if the two of them don't show up to Beaver's Hollow in the next 10 minutes, then he'll kill them both. At first they don't believe him until he hears Abigail yell out for John. John rushes towards his family and is shot dead. And Arthur fights him to the death. The TB kills him and John's family is left at Micah's mercy. The trauma Jack witnesses causes amnesia. And Micah sees the opportunity to do what his father did to him. Take him under his wing and make Jack the deadliest outlaw in the world and as a final insult to Arthur and John. Jack Marston, is now Micah Bell IV

Scenario 8. After seeing how far Dutch has fallen with Micah poisoning his mind. Arthur contacts Mary and leaves with her. He asks Sadie and Charles to help John and his family and to help the girls, Pearson and Uncle leave. Mary takes Arthur away to the right climate and makes a full recovery. Eventually John, Abigail and Jack contact him. Charles and Sadie would join them shortly after helping the Wapiti tribe escape. Arthur advises them all. "Leave Micah. Revenge is a fool's game. All he did was reveal who Dutch truly is, eventually they'll both be caught or killed. Leave it all behind and don't look back." Arthur and Mary build a farm for themselves and a family and get the life Arthur always wanted with Mary. They help John and his family on Beecher's hope and all is well with the Morgans and the Marstons.

Scenario 9.

During the year that John left the gang. What if John somehow found his way to New Austin. He finds himself drifting and just thinking Abigail and the kid would be better off without him. One day he finds himself on the MacFarlane ranch. Bonnie asks for his help stopping some rustlers stealing their horses. John decides to stay and help the MacFarlanes out and somehow he finds the peace he's never had with Abigail. One thing leads to another and John falls in love with Bonnie and marries her. Meanwhile, Arthur helps Abigail take care of Jack and John's absence brings them together and they leave the gang after Molly is killed.

Scenario 10.

Hosea, Lenny, Kieran and Sean survive. Arthur convinces Molly to leave during the Saint Denis chapter and that Dutch doesn't love her and it's best if she left. Sadie and Charles return in time. Everyone stands with Arthur and they end Dutch, Micah. With half the gang against Dutch, Bill and Javier see sense and side with Arthur and John. Everyone splits the money and separates.

Scenario 11.

Arthur lives and helps John set everything up. He leaves with Sadie and kills Micah. Arthur chooses to hunt down Bill, Javier and Dutch in exchange for the Marstons freedom.

Arthur kills Bill at Fort Mercer. Arthur stealthily infiltrates Fort Mercer just like Fort Wallace. Kills Bill's gang one by one, until all that's left is Bill. "Hello Bill" "Arthur??" "I'll give you a choice come quietly or we can end this the good old fashioned way" Bill grabs his gun and Arthur shoots him dead “You were always a weak minded fool.”

Arthur hunts down Javier in Mexico. However, Arthur does not play both sides. He sees how desperate the people of Nuevo Paraíso have become. He even meets an old friend, Sister Calderon, now Mother Superior. He asks what side is right and she tells him to help Luisa and Mr Ricketts, they will help him in return.

One conversation with Reyes and Arthur sees right through him. He's nothing but a self-absorbed coward who uses the people of Mexico for his own ambitions. Instead of helping Reyes, Arthur is helping Luisa see sense and one day, Arthur and Luisa catches Reyes having an affair and Luisa kills him. The official story is Javier snuck into Reye's quarters and killed him and his mistress. Reyes Rebellion, now becomes Luisa's Rebellion.

Luisa fulfills her promise and helps Arthur find Javier.

"Well, well, well. Hello old friend." "Hello brother." "Oh, I'm your brother now, am I? "Arthur, I always loved you. I was always on your side." "Loyalty never meant that much when you stood by Dutch's side." "So what, you're taking the governments orders now?" "Look who's talking. From a revolutionary to Allende's lapdog." “Colonel Allende promised me a full pardon, all that mattered was returning home.” Arthur gets the best of Javier, lasso's him and delivers him to Ross and Fordham. Javier condemns Arthur and John. Arthur parts Javier telling him he was nothing more than a blind fool clinging to one master to another.

Arthur kills Dutch. He looks at him with disgust. “Hello Arthur, my son.” “Oh, I’m your son, am I? That didn’t mean a damned thing to you all those years ago when you chose the rat over me.” “I….I did no such thing, you and John BETRAYED ME and now you’re working for them.” “It’s either work with them to kill you or I die” and look at you, using another tribe of Indians like you used Eagle Flies. You’re pathetic.“ "If it’s all the same to you,I’d rather kill you Dutch.” During the shootout on the mountains, Arthur is mocking him for allowing the once great man to be reduced to his shell of his former self. Dutch telling Arthur he should have left him on the streets to die. Arthur mocking his lack of plan and just telling Dutch to “have some goddamn faith” When he has him on the cliff of Coachinay, Arthur just mocks him. “The great Dutch van der Linde, the man with a plan!” For the first time in his life, Dutch shows an ounce of humility and takes responsibility. “Arthur, I let him damn us all. If I had just listened to you, Hosea and John, we would’ve made it.” “If I had just let him hang, we would be in Tahiti” and Dutch falls to his death. At the end of the mountain, Arthur and Ross are by Dutch’s corpse. Arthur demanding to know if he’s finally free. Ross tells him one more mission. Kill John Marston and before Ross can say anything more, Arthur grabs Dutch’s gun and kills Ross. Fordham sees what transpires and mocks Ross “Oh trust me, it’ll look better in the report” Fordham telling Arthur what makes him think they won’t kill him. “You know why? I know too much. See, I know why you used me. Your governor Nate Johns election is coming up and he needed you and you needed me to clean up the state. Lets just say I told some folk and if word gets out I’m dead, then mr Johns won’t get reelected. You leave me and John Marston and his family alone and no one talks." And just like that, Arthur and John live.

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

can u draw josiah trewlany, pretty please? silly magician dude :3 aint he so silly, such a goofy goober

This is my first time drawing him…

[cinnamon-bun47]

Another random yet unhinged smash or Pass, but this time with the characters from rdr2!!!

Arthur Morgan: 10000% smash

John Marston: pass

Charles Smith: Smash

Dutch Van Der Linde: undecided

Hosea Matthews: Smash

Susan Grimshaw: Smash

Javier Esculla: Hard Smash

Bill Williamson: Hard pass

Micah Bell: weirdly Smash

Tilly Jackson: Pass, she gives off sisterly vibes

Mary-Beth Gaskill: Smash

Simon Pearson: Smash (he's a cutie)

Lenny Summers: Pass

Karen Jones: Hard smash

Sean Macguire: Pass (too loud)

Kieran Duffy: Pass (too much of a bottom)

Sadie Adler: Pass (I feel like she would be too intense)

Uncle: Hard pass

Molly O'Shea: Smash

Orville Swanson: Smash (also a cutie)

Leopard Strausse: HARD PASS

Adult Jack Marston: Pass

Abigail Roberts: Pass

Josiah Trewlany: 100% smash

@np-writes

[softrozene]

Rdr2 Masterlist 2020-2021

As the title says, this is all my rdr2- One Shots, Scenarios, and Headcanons from these years when I wrote it under @/lovingoutlaws!

Headcanons/Scenarios usually have 2-3 characters in it while the Character list focuses on that character!

*If a work doesn’t specify a gender the reader is Gender Neutral/Non-Binary!

Started January 10, 2020

Ended January 6, 2021

ao3 backup link.

Headcanons:

Character Reactions to Dutch wanting a night with their girl: Arthur, John, Javier x Female Reader. They ain’t happy about Dutch having the audacity to ask to have a night with their woman.

Comforting Female Reader who has experienced an assault: Male!Various x Female Reader. Just hurt/comfort for some rdr2 men finding out reader experienced a past assault on her.

Doing the little romantic things for their s/o : Headcanons. Arthur, Charles, and John doing little romantic things for reader.

Being Romantic with Their S/O: Headcanons. Javier and Kieran being romantic with their partner, reader.

New Relationship with a Male S/O: Abigail Roberts/Marston and Sadie Adler headcanons in a relationship with a new partner.

Reader Getting into a Fight: Headcanons on how Arthur, Dutch, and John would react to Reader getting into a fight.

Reaction to Shy Adopted Girl: Headcanons on how Arthur, Dutch, and Hosea would react to adopting a shy girl into the gang and how their protectiveness is wholesome.

Short and Feisty Female S/O who Likes to Cuddle: Arthur, Charles, Javier, John, Sean x Female reader. Headcanons on how they react to this type of partner. Fluff.

Stargazing Headcanons: Arthur, Charles, Hosea x Reader. Just some fluffy stargazing headcanons.

Characters:

Abigail Roberts (Marston):

Deserve Better: Abigail x Female Reader. Reader confesses to Abigail after she asks for advice on what to do about John.

Arthur Morgan:

Arthur Turning into a Parent : Arthur x female reader (Father-daughter relationship) fluff headcanons and bonus scenario.

Arthur Comforts reader with past assault: Arthur x Male Reader scenario. Arthur gives some advice/words of comfort when Reader vents to him about a traumatizing experience.

Arthur with a Touch-Starved Reader: Arthur x Reader. Headcanons on how he notices reader is touch-starved and just pure fluff.

Father Headcanons: How Arthur would be with a son, pure fluffy and wholesome headcanons.

Just a Few Minutes: Arthur x Female Reader (Slight n s f w). Arthur is really riled up from seeing how pretty his woman is. He just wants a few minutes with her during a mission. F in chat for Molly’s shawl.

Charles Smith:

Getting Caught: Charles x Female Reader (n s f w). You and Charles get caught doing the do ; )

Hurt Little Bird: Charles x Female Reader. Charles is worried when his partner is taking a while from coming back to camp after a hunt. He goes to search for her and is relieved to find her.

Dutch:

Dutch with a Super Affectionate S/O: headcanons on how Dutch would act with a super affectionate partner both sfw and n s f w.

Dutch with a Younger S/O: headcanons on how Dutch would act with a younger female partner. Both sfw and n s f w

Javier Escuella:

Jealous Javier: Javier x Reader. How Javier reacts when he gets jealous in a n s f w way.

Spanish Flirtations: Javier x Male Reader. Male reader tries to flirt with Javier in his mother tongue only to fail a few pick-up lines. Javier finds it endearing.

John Marston:

Birthday Trip : John Marston x Female Reader. John takes reader on a ‘romantic’ trip for her birthday only for a bunch of accidents to happen along the way. But no worries, it was still a good trip.

John with a Pregnant S/O: John x Female Reader. Reader is worried about telling John about her pregnancy after she heard what happened to Abigail. Arthur reassures her when John finally comes back from a mission.

Josiah Trewlany:

Miss Me: Josiah x Reader. Josiah comes back beat and battered worrying poor reader who would really miss him if something were to happen to him. He is grateful since reader holds a special place in his heart.

Kieran Duffy:

Kieran Reacting to Panic Attacks: Kieran x Reader. How he will help reader during a panic attack.

Lenny Summers:

Fear: Lenny x Male Reader. Lenny wants to come out to the gang since he and (Name) are official, but reader has some fears to talk through.

Molly O’Shea:

Dutch Gets Bamboozled: Molly x Female Reader. Molly finally accepts the offer of the woman she has been seeing behind Dutch’s back. Dutch is livid.

Dutch Gets Bamboozled Part 2: Molly x Female Reader. Part 2 of the other one. Dutch finally gets to see how they are truly living after years have passed by and he is jealous.

Sean MacGuire:

Sean is Struggling: Sean x Female Reader. Ever since Sean has been tortured by the bounty hunters he has PTSD and has some problems with touch. Reader notices and wants to help him.

Sad Yee Haw Hours:

This is just an angst scenario starter event I did on the old tumblr, that I named Sad Yee-Haw Hours because (guess what) I was sad and wanted angst in my life lol. So literally all of these are just angst scenarios. Uh besides that I give warnings before each scenario.

“Everything is going to be okay”: Javier x Male Reader. Reader tells Javier that time heals all wounds :’)

“Please don’t leave me.”: Charles x Reader. Charles is begging reader not to leave them.

“Stop pushing everyone away.” Arthur x Reader x John. Reader is breaking these cowboys’ hearts.

“Just Go.” Josiah Trelawny x Female Reader. Reader finds out Josiah’s secret that he never wanted her to find out.

“Who is it going to be?” Molly x Female Reader. Reader finally asks Molly who she truly wants to be with. Her or Dutch? Reader gets the answer she expected but it still hurts.

“You Can’t Play the Victim Here.” - Arthur Morgan x Female Reader. Reader wants to leave the gang with Arthur and Arthur is confused to why until she reveals something.

“I Thought You Were Dead.” - Charles Smith x Female Reader. Charles finally finds Reader after searching for her (and losing himself) for so long. He wishes he can turn back time.

“Please Look at Me.” Charles Smith x Reader. Reader royally messed up by hurting this man.

“Everything is Going to be Okay.” Arthur Morgan x Male Reader. Very angsty, in which reader stays with Arthur during his last moments.

“You Remind me of Someone.” Sean Macguire x Female Reader. Sean is a complete jerk in this as he messes with Reader’s feelings.

“This Will Never Work.” Andrew Milton x Male Reader. Andrew and Reader have one last meeting before things go terrible for Reader.

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⠀ ⠀ ˙ . ꒷ 𝓕ANDOMS . 𖦹˙

TASK FORCE 141 — john price , simon ‘ghost’ riley , john ‘soap’ mactavish , gary ‘roach’ sanderson , kyle ‘gaz’ garrack , nikolai , ++ alex keller , farah karin , alejandro vargas , rodolfo ‘rudy’ parra .

KORTAC — könig , nikto , kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin , sebastian kruger ++ valeria garza , philip graves + the shadows , vladimir makarov .

TWO — arthur morgan , john marston , dutch van der linde , hosea matthews ( platonic only ) , abigail marston , mary beth gaskill , karen jones , tilly jackson , javier escuella , sean mcguire , charles smith , lenny summers , josiah trewlany , sadie adler , molly o’shea , kieran duffy , albert mason , charles châtenay , eagle flies , proetus + acrisius .

ONE + REVOLVER — jack marston ( teen + adult only ) ++ red harlow .

NEW VEGAS — arcade gannon ( mlm only ) , benny gecko , craig boone , fantastic , jason bright , joshua graham ‘ the burned man ’ , robert house , sunny smiles , viktor , yes - man .

FOUR — nate / nora , ada , cait , curie , paladin danse , deacon , desdemona , glory , john hancock , nick valentine , piper wright , porter gage , preston garvey , robert maccready , x6 - 88 .

SHOW — lucy maclean , norm maclean , the ghoul - cooper howard , maximus , lee moldaver , thaddeus .

VOUGHT — homelander , a-train , black noir , black noir II , queen maeve , lamplighter , translucent , firecracker , sister sage , the deep , ashley barrett , soldier boy , crimson countess , stan edgar .

THE BOYS — billy butcher , hughie campbell , annie january , sergei ‘frenchie’ , kimiko , marvin milk .

OTHERS — victoria nueman , luke riordan , andre anderson , cate dunlap , marie moreau , jordan li , emma meyer , sam riordan , maverick , popclaw , webweaver .

SLASHERS — jason vorhees : friday the thirteenth , michael myers : halloween og + rz , billy loomis : scream , stu macher : scream , brahms heelshire : the boy , harry warden : my bloody valentine , billy lenz : black christmas , bo sinclair , vincent sinclair , lester sinclair : house of wax , bubba sawyer : texas chainsaw massacre , thomas hewitt : texas chainsaw massacre reboot + beginning .

FAR CRY — john seed , joseph seed , jacob seed , faith seed , sharky boshaw , jess black , hurk drubman jr , adelaide drubman , grace armstrong , jerome jeffries , eli palmer , joey hudson , staci pratt , earl whitehorse . pagan min , ajay ghale . vaas montenegro , jason brody .

BALDURS GATE 3 — orgin dark urge , gale dekarios , astarion ancunín , shadowheart , lae’zel , wyll ravengard , karlach , halsin , jaheira , minsc , minthara , dame aylin , isobel thorm , omeluum , the emperor , rolan , dammon , ketherick thorm , enver gortash , orin , kar’niss , nym , sorn , raphael .

SUPERNATURAL — dean winchester , sam winchester , castiel , gabriel , adam winchester , lucifer , michael , anna milton , charlie bradbury ( wlw only ) .

OTHER — connor : detroit become human , joe goldberg : you , eddie gluskin : outlast whistleblower , father paul hill / john pruitt : midnight mass , riley flynn : midnight mass , sheriff hassan shabazz : midnight mass , kurt wagner : x - men , remy lebeau : x - men , peter maximoff : x - men , adrian chase : peacemaker , abner krill : suicide squad , edward nashton : batman .

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ROUND THIRTY!!!! WE MADE IT EVERYONE!!!!!! (Part one because image limit)

Miss Grimshaw- asexual, pansexual

Strauss- straight ally (he gives off "he's confused but he's got the spirit" vibes)

Reverend Swanson- mlm/gay

Sadie- polysexual, asexual

Molly O'Shea- omnisexual

Charles- bisexual, non binary

Trewlany- mlm/gay

Pearson- pansexual

Uncle- bicurious

Happy pride month!!! I had fun doing this!!! My Pic Collage is absolutely filled with these now and I do not know what to do! Anyway, I hope y'all had a good pride month!

[micau2]

I made this gif for you dear @amina-celestial ❤️❤️❤️ Josiah❤️❤️❤️

[queerhaw]

some trelawny with his coffee mug to bless the timeline 😌

[bagelboys-withcreamcheese]

Modern Things I Would Introduce To Each VDL Gang Member

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I had to take some people off because I couldn’t think of anything (I’m sorry please don’t come after me)

*anything you guys come up with, I’ll add to the list in red*

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Dutch Van Der Linde

-Science (Mister ‘I don’t believe in evolution’)

-Actual Philosophy

-Mangos

-Curling iron

-Classes in gender studies and critical race theory and he is to take them over and over again until they stick

-Probably the grippy sock hospital at one point

-Animal Farm by George Orwell

-The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Hosea Matthews

-Rocky Horror Picture Show

-Dead Poets Society

-Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

-ABBA

-Bullet proof vests

-Medication for whatever is wrong with his lungs

-Hugs from me specifically

-Planners

-Brokeback Mountain

-Gang of Youths

-That dad thing where they reach back from the front seat to ask for snacks

-Coffee shops

-Used book stores

-Mr. Rogers

-My beat up dragontology book I got for Christmas when I was 10

-Sherlock Holmes (the books, but I’d tell him there’s a show and movies)

-True Crime Podcasts

Arthur Morgan

-Affection and praise without any strings attached

-Art classes

-Digital drawing/art

-Stuffed animals (the toy kind not actual stuffed animals)

-BCG vaccine

-The candle section at any store but Target specifically

-Closed terrariums to keep his flower in

-The Beatles (I feel like they would confuse him but he’d still like it)

-Bob Ross

-Zelda: Breath of the Wild

-Paleontology

-Late night car rides

-Hozier

-Doc Martens

John Marston

-Shampoo

-Monster Energy Drinks

-My Chemical Romance

-Swim Lessons

-Dr Pepper

-Converse

Charles Smith

-Minecraft bees

-Reservation Dogs

-Wood carving and glass blowing art

-Blankets with tiger stock photos on them

Javier Escuella

-Guitar Hero

-Spotify

-Electric Guitars

-Modern clothing styles

-Music career opportunities

-Pepperoni pizza flavoured Combos

-Pineapple Fanta

Lenny Summers

-Marvin Gaye

-Buzzfeed Unsolved

-Just dance

-Mario cart

-Marvel

-Root beer

-Bullet proof vests

-Those really old, cheesy western movies to laugh at

Sean Macguire

-Buzzfeed Unsolved

-Just dance

-Mountain dew

-Mario cart

-Koolaid/capri-suns

-Helmets

-LetterKenny

Jack Marston

-Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

-The How To Train Your Dragon trilogy

-The Owl House

-Crayons

-Stickers (especially scratch and sniff)

-Diary of a Wimpy Kid

-Star constellations

-Dinosaurs

-Slushies

Mary-Beth Gaskill

-Fanfiction

-Cottagecore

-True crime podcasts

-Animal Crossing

-Cardigans

-Harry Styles

-Hozier

-Titanic

Tilly Jackson

-The Jackson 5

-Fuzzy socks/socks with patterns

-Oversized hoodies

-Lemonade

Karen Jones

-Wine

-Men that’ll last longer than 5 seconds

-Reality TV

Molly O’Shea

-Mitski

-Independence

-Healthy relationship dynamics

-Soft, comfy pajamas

-Bullet proof vests

Miss Grimshaw

-Bullet proof vests

Bill Williamson

-Basic hygiene and deodorant

-A class in gender studies and critical race theory

Kieran Duffy

-Petting zoos

-Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

-Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

-Those cheesy horse girl movies

-My Little Pony

Reverend Swanson

-An addiction support group

-Addiction treatment and recovery

-Risen by IcarusFeathers on AO3

Leopold Strauss

-Empathy

-Turtleneck sweaters

-Shark Tank

Simon Pearson

-Pirates of The Caribbean

-British Baking Show

-Hell’s Kitchen

-Betty Crocker

-Moby Dick (if he hasn’t already read it)

Josiah Trewlany

-2am Waffle House

-Harry Houdini

-Martinis

Micah Bell

-Karma :)

Everyone collectively

-Dental/basic hygiene

-Family Therapy

-Those videos they would play in school about what smoking does to your lungs

-Halloween

-RuPaul Drag Race

[mlmxreader]

A Magician Never Reveals His Secrets | Josiah Trelawny x GN!reader

request: Feel free to ignore but perhaps trewlany willing to show his s/o one (1) magic trick? Im just a sucker for this non-existent trope of magicians showing their s/o how to do magic - anonymous

summary: unable to sleep, you get Josiah to break the magician's code.

warnings: swearing, smoking

word count: n/a, written on mobile

It was around four in the morning when you stirred, able to feel the icy grace of your own skin as you fidgeted beneath the thin blanket, reaching out for a warmth that was not there, only the cool feel of emptiness to your left; you groaned, rubbing your upper arms as you dared to sit up and hazily look around.

Josiah was nowhere to be seen. Normally at this time, he would be curled up in your arms, the back of his head against your chest and his legs bent so that you could coil around him from behind, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

But he wasn't there.

You grabbed the first coat you could find, which so happened to be his finest, and tugged it on to try and get rid of the chill before you yanked on your boots and dared to exit the tent you shared with him.

He was sat on a log near the edge of camp, seemingly miles away as you sat down beside him; a cigarette dangled between his fingers, and when you took it, finishing it off, he perked up, and smiled tiredly.

"What are you doing up, dear?" He asked sweetly, although you could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

For a moment, you wondered if it had anything to do with Dutch and the gang, or perhaps the relationship he had broken off to be with you.

"I couldn't sleep," you admitted, scooting a little closer to him and letting him pull you into his side. He was warm, and you hummed with a low and coarse voice. "It's so cold... why are you out here?"

Josiah dared to chuckle softly as he looked down at you. "I was just thinking about that catastrophe earlier - I never would have thought that the stagecoach driver would have called you such... such vulgar things."

You had to laugh, so used to coarse and harsh language that it had not even occured to you what had been said when the two of you had tried to rob a stage without causing anyone harm.

"It happens - shit, I've been called worse than that for a lot less."

He began to fiddle with the cards from his pocket.

"When are you gonna show me how to do one of those fancy tricks of yours?" You asked curiously, watching as his talented fingers worked on the cards. Shuffling and reshuffling them.

"A magician never reveals his secrets," Josiah told you, halfway between stern and joking.

"Please?" You asked, nudging him a little. "You know I won't tell nobody."

"(y/n), I cannot possibly break the magician's code."

"Come on," you nudged him again. "Please?"

"Oh, alright," he took a quick look around before clearing his throat. "I'm going to talk you through a basic card trick - but only because I... well, I think of you very fondly, dear (y/n)."

You grinned, shuffling a little closer to him, almost on his lap as you let him talk you through the trick; but when he let you do it yourself, he couldn't help but to guide your hands, his skin on yours as he dared to break the magician's code.

But for you, Josiah would break a lot of codes.

"You're very good at this," he mused. "Are you sure you've never done magic?"

You nodded, a yawn escaping the back of your throat as you tried to power through and speak above it. "I'm sure... tired and cold, but sure."

"We can practice some more in the morning," he proposed. "If you'd like to."

You nodded, clinging onto his arm a little, desperate not to give into the harsh chill and the lack of sleep. "That sounds good."

"Come on," Josiah helped you to your feet, keeping you close as he hummed softly. "Let's go back to bed, my dear."

You stayed crushed against his side until the very minute you were back in bed with him, but you couldn't help but to ask: "do you know how much I love you?"

"I have a feeling," he admitted playfully. "Perhaps one day, we might break the magician's code together."

"I'd like that... but, Josiah?"

"Yes, (y/n)?"

"Do... do you love me?"

"I do," Josiah confessed. "I do, very much, and I'd be happy to break the magician's code for you time and time again."

[roleplayfinder]

Looking for a role play partner or server for red dead redemption i role play as Hosea Matthews, Arthur Morgan, Reverend Orville Swanson and two different Ocs.

Looking for:

Dutch Van der Linde

Kieran Duffy

Reverend Orville Swanson

Oc friendly

Josiah Trewlany

Hosea Matthews

Leopold Strauss

Im 22+ he/they rolepler with 10+ years of experiencez, must 18+, nsfw stuff is fine if you ask as well as shipping.

Dont be shy! 👢🤠💕

[journal-of-an-outlaw]

You're telling me this ISN'T Josiah Trewlany??

[onfleekson]

I don’t drink wine

Note: This is my first piece. I am not an English major.  My use of commas, my grammar and maybe some of my spelling might be horrendous. Please do not copy or repost without crediting the source.

(Female reader x Josiah Trelawny)

Part 1

The sun was setting over the horizon.  You were finishing up some chores around camp; chopping wood, feeding the horses.  In the middle of your task, Kieran comes to take over brushing the horses.  He smiles warmly at you as you head out to your tent. 

You had a solo mission tomorrow to prepare for, specifically requested by Dutch: To find an associate and ensure his safety.  You chuckle remembering how you responded to this.  “Boss, is Trelawny ever really lost and in danger? The snake can slither out of any situation.”  But he insisted.  The length or Trelawny’s silence has him worried, and Dutch was always the type to look out for his own.  It’s why you joined the gang in the first place.

As you enter your tent, you look at your small mirror as you undress for the night.  You pause when your eyes meet your own in the reflection.

Thoughts... memories you’ve pushed back in your mind resurface as your fingers slide over your face. You close your eyes. Against your better judgement, you remember.

It was the night before Blackwater, the plan had been laid out, assignments had been made and the gang was ready.  Some of them headed out to the pub for drinks, including yourself.  You all seemed to be suffering from a severe case of restlessness.  It happens usually to the same people before a big heist like this: Bill, Javier, John, Sean, Davey, Mac and you. Sometimes Arthur and Hosea would come to babysit the lot of you, sometimes the girls would join, but this time a new face joined the midst.

Trelawny wasn’t new to you, just unfamiliar. You had joined the gang around the same time Charles had several months ago. Trelawny was in and out and so you never had the chance to get to know the man.  However, after some time you’ve come to the conclusion on what type of character Trelawny is. He pops in ever so often to give something Dutch wants, information most of the time, then he’ll scurry off the next second. He never stayed for the fighting, he never had to provide for the gang, or ensure their safety.  It was something that didn’t sit well with you.

And here he was. The boys were spread out, playing dominoes, laughing with the local working ladies, enjoying the night.  You were sitting at a table, in a heated discussion with Mac and Davey about who the better shot was between John and Arthur.  That’s when HE appeared; out of nowhere, unannounced with extra beers for the boys. “And a fine wine for the lady,” Trelawny said flamboyantly, wafting the drink as dramatically as possible with a face of pure enchantment before placing the drink in front of you. 

Normally, you’d ignore the man and go on about your business.  This wasn’t the first time the snake attempted to initiate an encounter with you.  However, normally you aren’t borderline shit-faced.  To make the situation worse, your frustration was stoked by the fit of laughter coming from the Callander brothers. 

And boy, was you mad.

You stood up suddenly with such intensity that it silenced the boys and made Trelawny flinch. You grab Mac’s beer and down it, unknowingly calling the bar’s attention over to you.  Then you grab Davey’s drink and down that one as well.  When you finish, the bar erupts in a drunken cheer. Davey and Mac stand and pat you on the back, making comments to whoever was listening about how you was their woman.  Pushing them aside jokingly, you gracefully (not so gracefully) take a few steps toward Trelawny.  You push the wine over to him, “For the lady,” you say as you curtsey with as much extravagance as you can muster.

The brother’s fit of laughter starts up again as they make fun of Trelawny.  Satisfied with your work, you rise from your curtsey to relish the look on his face.  However, it was not the face you had anticipated.  Trelawny was completely besides himself with laughter.  You frown, confused. “Haha, oh- oh my dear, what a wondrous creature you are,” he said between his laughter, wiping tears from his eyes.  “You sure had me there.” he said looking up at you with adoration.

Unable to deal with the snake any longer, you take your hat and stumble out of the bar.  You hear some people call after you, but you ignore it.

“I’ve had enough for one night, Amore,” you whisper to your horse as you mount and ride away into the night. 

Dizzy and warm, you relish the cold night air as Amore takes you whichever direction he so chooses to go.  It was something the two of you did when you were too drunk to function.  You’d get on your trusty steed and he’d take you for a ride until you were sober enough to find your way home or until you passed out.

However, recently, your horse has been developing this strange habit during your rides.  Which reminded you, “Amore, so help me God, if you do that- that thing again... I swear I’m going to eat you for-” You were not able to finish the sentence, however, when all of a sudden your horse comes to a sudden stop and you begin to lurch forward.  It was a feeling you were becoming familiar with, and now knew all too well.  A split second was all you needed to accept your unfortunate fate, but it was not enough time for you to get a good hold of the reigns.  Then, in the next second, you’re sent flying into a freezing river. 

You’ve learned that you’re as good a swimmer drunk as you are sober.  You’ve been bucked into bodies of water enough times to learn this, unfortunately.  So you stay in the water for a minute, allowing the cold to take hold of your bones and chill you into a kind of sobriety. Then, slowly, you float up to the surface.  You were at Blackwater’s harbor.  Amore was peering down at you. 

“What if I couldn’t swim, and I died? Hu? What would happen to you then, you dumb horse...” you say bitterly. Too busy thinking of recipes that included horse meat in them, you don’t hear the gallop of another horse nearing until it’s too late.

“No! Trelawny, I don’t need save-” before you could finish your sentence, the man clumsily jumps off his horse and into the water, jumping onto you and pushing you back underneath the surface.  You could feel one of his arms around your waist as he pulls the two of you back up.  Breaking the surface, Trewlany is sputtering and struggling for air.  He swims to shore, the one arm now linked to yours instead of around your waist. You’re still too surprised to break away from his hold and you let him pull you ashore.

Once the two of you reached land, Trelawny turns to lie on his back and tries to catch his breath.  The harbor was dimly lit, but it was enough to be able to make out his red face and exhausted demeanor.  “You’re not a good swimmer,” you point out.

“A thank you would suffice,” he breathed between his gasps for air.

“I didn’t need saving,” you retort.

Silence.

“Why are you here?” you ask.

“The boys said you were fine riding on your own, but I was worried.  I guess it’s a good thing I followed you, or you’d still be in that river,” he said, finally catching his breath.

“I told you I didn’t need savin’!” you snap again.

Trelawny sits up and looks over at you unconvinced.

Silence again.

“Th-Thanks for caring enough to be out here, I suppose,” you mutter.

Trelawny laughs again, startling you. “I’ll take what I can get, I suppose,” he says looking back out onto the water.  You peer over at him.  His thick black hair was dripping wet and shining in what little light there was.  His mustache was in the same state as well.  His clothes were completely soaked.

“We should get back to camp and get dry before you get sick,” you say. You stand, make your way over to him and hold out your hand.  “and what about you, don’t you get sick?” he asks as he takes your hand.  With one hard tug, you’re able to pull Trelawny up.  He stumbles a little, but you help him regain his balance. “I don’t get sick,” you say. He laughs again, weakly. The two of you make your way to your horses.

As you’re securing your saddle, you look over at Trelawny again. You didn’t realize he was standing so close to you, and it startles you again. “Trelawny, your horse is over there,” you say, turning away from him. You curse yourself under your breath for being taken by surprise by him so many times tonight. The alcohol was probably the reason why you weren’t so sharp, but it was no excuse for letting someone catch you off guard so frequently. You’re more careful than that.

Trelawny didn’t move, however. He looked at you, a little red in the face still, but with the same look he had at the bar.  Adoration.  Frustrated, you snap at him again, “this is no time for your tricks, Trelawny! We need to get back to camp as soon as possible.” He doesn’t look away. Instead, he raises one of his hands to your face and cups your cheek.  “My dear, what a wondrous creature you are...” he says quietly as his face draws closer to yours.  You blush and stammer, unable to find the words to express yourself.  But before he can kiss you, you push Trelawny away.

“Of all of God’s damned creations, you are, by far, the slimiest, most dim-witted...” you start but your voice trails off as you notice Trelawny’s state.  His eyes are fairly glazed over and he’s stumbling backwards, unable to catch his footing.  You lunge to catch him before he falls. “Trelawny,” you call to him, slapping his face  a bit.  You put your hand to his forehead and it’s warm.  Fever.

It doesn’t take long for you to get Trelawny onto your saddle.  It doesn’t take long for you to reach camp and get him settled into a bed and seen and attended by Miss Grimshaw and Strauss.  It didn’t even take long for the charming snake to break the fever and recover.

However, as you stand in your tent, days later, peering at your reflection in the mirror with your hand over the same cheek Trelawny held.  You realize it’s going to take a hell of a long time to forget the way he made you feel that night.

[unofferable-fic]

The Flower & The Serpent (Arthur Morgan x OFC)

Chapter 3 - Full of Sound and Fury

Summary: In the early 1890s, the Van der Linde Gang were truly at their finest. Experts at stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, they’ve made a name for themselves across the West. Two of their newest recruits, a pair of rebellious Irish siblings with an unknown past, slowly find their footing and settle into their new lives as outlaws. And yet, as they grow older, threats from all sides begin to appear. A strained relationship with Colm O'Driscoll spells disaster for the gang, and no matter how far they roam across America, the world continues to change around them. If they want to survive, difficult choices must be made. No one is as they seem and the impending arrival of law and order threatens to tear the siblings, and everything they hold dear, apart. Is it too late for anyone to find a happy ending?

Originally found here

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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x OFC

Warnings: Language, violence, civilisation, jokes at John’s expense.

Word Count: 5,747

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Playlist: “Too Old to Die Young” — Brother Dege, “We” — Bon Iver, “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” — Dropkick Murphys, “Inverness” — Jed Kurzel

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A/N: Also available on AO3. Chapter three comin’ at y’all. And yes I like to imagine that William somewhat resembles Luke Mitchell because he’s a beautiful boah.

23rd August, 1893, outside Winterset, Iowa

Another city, another bank to hit. Dutch is happy with our plan to take the bank in Winterset and chose a good team to work with. As well as the boss himself, he wants all experienced hands on deck, so John, Maebh, William, Hosea, and I will be attending. He asked that Karen come too so she can act as a distraction before we make our entrance. She proved she can handle herself in the last town, so we’re happy to have her along. Considering the Callander brothers are newer to how things work around here, he wants them to guard the camp.

With the plan to plant some of us in the bank beforehand, things seem good to go. As long as we get in and out with the money and keep casualties to a minimum — or preferably none at all — then we can call it a job well done.

* * *

“Marston, I’ve a question for ye.”

“What is it, Hennigan?”

Maebh looked up from reading her book beside the campfire. She raised a brow at William and John who sat beside her, the latter whittling away at a piece of wood while the former stared at him curiously.

“What happened to your voice to make it permanently raspy?” William enquired, scratching his beard thoughtfully. “Did Arthur punch you mad hard in the throat or somethin’ and you’ve sounded like this ever since?”

John frowned, his hands halting their movements. “I’ll have you know it’s hereditary.”

“Yeah? Who was your da? A furnace?”

Maebh casually added. “A Scottish furnace, actually.”

“My voice ain’t that raspy.”

William let out a snort. “Ah, c’mon now! You’re only twenty and you sound like you’re pushin’ on fifty.”

“No, I don’t.” Maebh tried to keep her mouth shut, but the look of amusement on her face caught the older man’s attention. “What the hell you smirkin’ at?”

She scoffed “Nothin’! Don’t bring me into your little tiff.”

John threw his hands up in the air and let out a huff. “Then maybe get your brother to stop botherin’ me.”

With a shake of her head, she shut her book and got to her feet. “He’s his own man and I’m not gonna tell him what to do.”

She left them to it, just about managing to hide her laughter as William continued to do Marston’s head in.

It had been three years since she and her brother found themselves in a spot while robbing a stagecoach, and thankfully being saved by Dutch van der Linde and his gang. Though they had both been skeptical of the group at first, seeing Dutch and Hosea focusing on helping those forgotten and in need across the country had helped to ease their worries. Now, they were well settled into their rolls and formed bonds with their fellow outlaws. Dutch had been the supportive leader they pegged him for — encouraging them to keep reading and ‘broadening their minds’, thus ensuring that they were made aware of what was happening in the country as governments, cities, and civilisation took over. While it was a nomadic life, it was better than what they had before. Together, they robbed multiple banks across the country, and gave vast amounts of wealth to the forgotten people who needed it.

The gang itself had acquired new tag-alongs and members since they first joined. Another pair of siblings, Mac and Davey Callander, had recently been recruited by Dutch after he encountered them partaking in a massive street brawl. They were a proper vicious pair of bastards by the sounds of the stories they told, but they bothered Maebh very little. Though they were particularly violent, they seemed to be able to control these tendencies towards their fellow gang members. Another newer member was a woman named Karen Jones. Bursting with confidence and personality, Arthur and Maebh were the ones to encounter the proficient scam artist in a local saloon. She did an impressive job of drinking the pair of them under the table that day and stealing their money when they blacked out. When they later tracked her down, they came with an offer rather than a loaded firearm. Last but not least, the ever flamboyant and mischievous Josiah Trewlany appeared randomly at camp a few weeks after Maebh and William originally joined. Apparently, he had been a member of the gang for a while, but rarely stayed at camp. He was constantly going to and fro, but always seemed to have a lead; the very reason Dutch still welcomed him upon each return.

Returning to her tent, Maebh set herself down on her bedding and continued reading. It was one of William’s plays — Othello — he finished it himself a few days ago and asked if she would read it so that he could hear what she thought. He was always one for long discussions about stories whenever they were travelling long distances for work, or while sitting in their tent at night. Having been familiar with Shakespeare’s work already because of his mild obsession with the bard, she was happy enough to read another of his tales. Frankly, she read any book that William hopefully plopped into her lap.

“Whatcha readin’?”

Engrossed in the story, she hadn’t noticed someone approaching. Tearing her eyes away from Iago’s monologue, she was met with Arthur standing in front of her. “More Shakespeare.”

“You really like his work, huh?” he asked, taking the book as she offered it to him.

“He’s more William’s favourite than mine, but I gotta give him credit where it’s due, it’s a good read.”

He flicked through the pages carefully. “Sure. Hope I ain’t disturbin’ your good readin’?”

She waved him off. “Nah. I’ve been at it for most of the mornin’ anyway so I should probably call it a day.”

He nodded and handed her back the play, resting his hands on his belt buckle. “If you ain’t up to much, I was gonna go do some huntin’ if you wanna join? You can ask your brother too if he ain’t busy.”

“Yeah.” She offered him a small smile. “That sounds fun actually. I could do with gettin’ outta camp for a bit.”

“Good, good. Grab your bow and I’ll fetch William before he makes Marston’s head explode.”

“Might want’a move quick, then.”

With a smile, Arthur left to do just that and Maebh gathered her hunting supplies in a bag. She hurried over to the hitching post where William’s mount, Dantès, was currently stationed and waited for the others. She offered him a sugar cube from her pocket and stroked his mane, admiring the animal with genuine fondness. She was surprised to see not only Arthur and William approaching, but also John following closely behind them.

“Marston wanted to join us,” Arthur explained as he readied Boadicea. “So don’t be surprised if him and your brother decide to turn a huntin’ trip into a competition.”

“No thanks,” William countered, patting his horse’s neck. “I’m just here to help get supplies. I’d rather beat him at a good aul fist fight anyway.”

“We can make that happen!” John assured him as he got on top of his own horse.

William shook his head and hoisted himself atop Dantès before he offered his sister a hand on to the back of the Dutch Warmblood. “You ever goin’ t’get yourself a new horse?”

“I will eventually,” she replied and hung on to his slim waist. “It’s not an easy thing to do, y’know, gettin’ over a horse.”

“You’ll know when the time is right,” Arthur added, taking his hat from his saddlebag and putting it on his head. “We ready to go, fellers?”

Soon, the four of them were heading out. They galloped through the rolling hills of Madison County, basking in the heat of the early afternoon sun. They reached a spot not far from camp that was known for having a decent amount of activity amongst the local wildlife. One of the many smaller ponds in the area, deer and other herbivores were common enough around those parts, especially on a hot day like this. They left their horses hitched to some trees and went about planning how to take down a few deer if they could. Splitting into two teams, the Hennigans went to one end while Morgan and Marston went to the other. Not far from where Dantès was hitched, Maebh spotted a rabbit slowly scurrying amongst the brush. Crouched low behind a tree, she notched an arrow and steadied herself when William encouraged her to kill it. It was released with a thwack, and flew through the air before successfully piercing the animal, killing it instantly. Its carcass was swiftly clipped to his saddle before the pair slowly crept to a spot near the lake. From here, hidden within some bushes and the shade of an overhanging tree, they could get a good view of the surrounding area and the deer that currently stood drinking water on its bank. Arthur and John could be seen on the other side, thankfully far enough away that their hunting wouldn’t disturb the Hennigans’ targets.

“Right,” William began in a whisper. “We’ve got three horses, which means three deer max. D’you want to get this one?”

She shook her head. “Nah. I got the rabbit — you can hardly go through a huntin’ trip without catchin’ somethin’.”

“If you insist, sis. You’ll grab its attention?”

Maebh watched as her brother carefully notched an arrow and steadied his aim with an unbreakable focus. They had hunted together on too many occasions to count throughout their lives together, so the process was familiar at this stage. When he gave her the signal, she whistled and caused a nearby buck to raise his head in response. Lacking any hesitation, he let the arrow fly and struck it in its neck. With a mewl, the buck fell to the ground and died as the other deer scattered in fright.

“Nice shot,” she commented, glad that the animal didn’t suffer needlessly. “Need a hand carryin’ it back?”

William grinned widely and stood up straight once more. “Ah, thanks, but I’m grand. I don’t want to give Marston an excuse to claim I wasn’t the one who caught it.”

“Don’t mind him,” she insisted, though her tone was moderately amused with the jesting. “He’ll probably pass comment regardless of who carries it back to the horses.”

“Probably,” he replied, and hoisted the carcass over his shoulder. “But no need to give him a bit of ammo.”

She shook her head as they strolled back to the horses, taking in the sight of the peaceful  little lake, now practically devoid of animals thanks to their intrusion. On the other side, she could just about see Arthur and John carrying their own kills in the same direction. “I swear, you’s two would make a competition out of breathin’ if you could.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea… We’ll see who can hold their breath underwater the longest!”

“You know he can’t swim…”

“… Who can hold their breath the longest in general then! First to pass out loses.”

“Jaysus Christ.”

Dantés waited patiently as the pair of them return to his side. While Maeve petted his mane, William loaded the buck on to his rear and secured it with some rope. Not long after that, their companions appeared through the brush, each carrying their own deer.

Maebh offered them a friendly ‘Howdy, gentlemen’, though Dantés still held most of her attention.

“Only one buck?” Marston observed, voice slightly out of breath as he carried the hefty animal. “You two are losin’ your edge.”

“Excuse me,” she interjected. “I’ll have you know, Mr Marston, that I caught that succulent lookin’ rabbit too.”

“And a fine rabbit it is,” Arthur chuckled good-naturedly. “He’ll taste good in a stew, although probably not if Pearson’s makin’ it.”

“Marston,” William announced and approached said man as he placed his catch on his horse. “Got a challenge for ya.”

John smirked. “You lookin’ to get beat, boy?”

“I’m only two years younger than ya, pal, calm down.”

“Alright, what you have in mind?”

“We both get thrown into the lake and the first to drown loses.”

Arthur burst out into a hefty laugh while Maebh found herself guffawing at the bitter look of displeasure on Marston’s face. She interjected before a full on fight could break out. “C’mon, let’s get these back to camp before you two have another one of your marital spats.”

Thankfully, everyone agreed to mount up and head back. The success of the trip had the group in good spirits and they took their time heading home, choosing to let the horses roam on an easy trot. As they made their way along the trail, William spotted a small band of wild horses grazing on a rolling hillside. A particularly beautiful chestnut stallion had the young man whipping out his binoculars to get a better look.

William let out a whistle before passing the device to his sister. “That’s some horse.”

“This might be a good opportunity for you to get a new mount,” John suggested. “Considerin’ it’s ’bout time you got one.”

“I’m not the best at breakin’ in horses,” Maebh admitted as she studied the animal from a safe distance atop Dantés. “I’ve much more experience with breakin’ in fellas.”

John spluttered at the retort while Arthur hid an amused grin. “We’ve got your back if’n you wanna try. Gotta try breakin’ in wild horses sometime.”

Knowing that her companions were right, and with a reassuring promise from William to step in if needed, Maebh hopped on to the ground and slowly approached the grazing horse. She planted her feet carefully as she waded through the grass, trying to keep herself  — and the animal — calm. Upon noticing her approach, the stallion raised its head and whinnied. The rest of the herd, alerted to the disturbance, began to scatter in the opposite directing, their hooves thundering into the distance.

“Hey there, big fella,” Maebh called out to the stallion, feeling a little stupid for doing so while her friends were nearby.

The horse stomped a hoof in reply, heavy breaths being snuffed from his nostrils. Despite his visible discomfort, he didn’t run as she continued to slowly make her way to him.

“My brother said you were some horse,” she continued. “And now that I’m up close to ya, I can see he wasn’t full of it.”

The animal began to make small jumps on to his back hooves, neighing as she closed the gap.

“Easy boy, easy… You’re alright. Look at you.”

Eventually she reached the stallion’s side with sure and careful strides. The animal, though somewhat calmer than before, was still visibly uncertain with her presence. She reassured him by carefully patting his neck, though always on edge in case he lashed out — the last thing she wanted was a horse shoe to the face. The thoughts had her heart thumping rapidly.

Thinking that the interaction was progressing well, she saw an opportunity and quickly hoisted herself on to the horse’s back.

It didn’t end well for Maebh.

She managed to hang on to the now panicking horse’s golden mane for some time, trying to desperately balance herself as it leapt around the pasture and tried to buck her off. The rapid spinning of the world around her and the deafening neighing quickly became too much. Suddenly, her balance was lost and she was falling through the air. The landing stung but she didn’t have much time to think about it; the stallion’s legs were kicking wildly and she could only assume she was in its path. Despite the wind being knocked out of her, she rolled her body in a direction she hoped was away from the  angered animal. She rolled and rolled and, as she sensed a distance being put between them, raised her head.

William stood beside the horse, lasso already wrapped around its neck and ensuring that the animal calmed down. Hands grasped her shoulders, and she looked up to see the worried expression on Arthur’s face. “You okay?”

“I’ve been better,” she admitted and winced as he helped her sit up. “I think I made a balls of that.”

“You nearly had it,” he replied and gave her a once over. “But I think it's in better hands now.”

Now that the horse had calmed down, William thrust the lasso into the stunned John’s hands before flying over to his sister’s side. “Are you alright? He didn’t kick you, did he?”

Seeing the panic in his green eyes, she tried to reassure him. “Nah, I’m grand.”

“You got bucked off a fuckin’ horse and you expect me to think you’re grand.”

“I am grand.”

“We’ll have Miss Grimshaw take a look at her back at camp,” Arthur added, presumably trying to calm the situation. “The main thing is she didn’t get kicked. Looks like she got away with only some bruises.”

She pouted at her sibling while he gently brushed some dirt off her tinted cheeks. “I’m sorry I gave you a fright, William.”

“You can repay me by lettin’ me help you back to camp.”

William and Arthur carefully hauled her to her feet, and she was relieved that she could stand without their assistance.

“She okay?” John called while he remained with the wild stallion a few feet away.

“She’ll be fine,” Arthur answered as he fetched their horses. “Doesn’t look like she got any broken bones.”

She allowed William to help ease her atop Dantés and carefully wrapped her arms around his waist as he sat in front of her. “Well, that was embarrassin’…”

“At least you got a new horse outta it,” he offered, taking the lasso as John passed it to him. “And you didn’t die either.”

“I think that horse is yours. You calmed him after all, and I don’t think he likes me much.”

William didn’t even glance at the animal as it followed them back to camp. “We’ll discuss that after we make sure you’re okay.”

Knowing that there was no arguing with him, Maebh simply let her cheek rest against his back and enjoyed the smooth ride home, nursing the ache in her hip and her somewhat fractured ego.

* * *

Arthur had thankfully been right — Maebh managed to escape the incident with no broken bones and only received a bit of hefty bruising on her hip and shoulder from the fall. It was nothing too serious, bar some cuts and grazes. She was mostly just relieved that none of her injuries kept her from the bank robbery that they had scheduled to do a few days afterwards. William didn’t leave her side for days, despite the fact she could walk and talk with no issue. She was however prevented from doing other jobs and leaving camp; Dutch said he wanted her in tip top shape for the robbery, so aggravating her injuries wasn’t an option. She did manage to convince her brother to keep the damn horse though, and now the stallion — formally named Banquo — stood grazing with the others at camp. Arthur checked up on her too, bringing hot food and coffee with him. His presence was appreciated, especially when she started getting anxious about being stuck in camp. At night time, Karen came to her with some beers and the two usually ended up drinking themselves to sleep after a sing-song with Uncle and Miss Grimshaw.

Maebh was relieved when the days passed by and the morning of the robbery arrived. She felt fit and ready for the occasion thanks to her few days of rest. Soon, she and William were riding into Winterset with Dantés and one of the spare mounts from camp.

The plan was simple enough. In order to avoid suspicions with a large group riding into town, she and William would go into the bank alone with concealed guns and inquire about making an account as a newlywed couple. Hosea would also go to the bank on his own, and the three of them would wait on opposite ends of the room for the others’ arrival. Karen was the signal that things would begin — she would come in, cause a distraction to grab everyones attention, and Dutch, Arthur, and John would storm the bank through the front door. Once they arrived, it was masks on and all hands on deck. Arthur was to intimidate the manager into opening the lock boxes as quietly and as quickly as possible. The others would keep the tellers quiet. The plan was that there would be no casualties.

They rode into town, dressed to impress in a suit and frock respectively. Having hitched their horses on the edge of town and entering the bank, Maebh and William played their part well, and the latter got into a casual conversation with one of the tellers under his alias.

“I think I should discuss it with my new wife before making a decision; she’d murder me if I did it without her. Y’know how women can be, huh, pal?”

They retired to a pair of seats on the right and pretended to be in deep conversation about their finances. Across the room, Hosea sat and made as though he was perusing through some bank statements.

“We’re lucky it’s not very busy today,” Maebh said to her brother in a hushed whisper. “Less people in the crossfire.”

He glanced around the room quickly before meeting her gaze. “Hopefully that’ll play in our favour. In and out in no time.”

It wasn’t long before wails could be heard outside and a figure came crashing through the front door. Karen stood there, dressed in her fanciest outfit with tears streaming down her plump cheeks. She heaved out complaints about an apparent man who had wronged her as one of the bank’s staff came to her side. Whatever attempts he had at hushing her were drowned out by her howling. She expertly drew him in, only to suddenly unveil a gun and push it into his gut.

Her voice shed its previous woes, now laced with stinging vinegar. “Get your goddamn hands up! This is a goddamn robbery!”

At her signal, Dutch, Arthur, and John burst through the doors, bandanas covering half their faces and guns raised.

“Nobody move!”

“Hands up!”

“Anyone moves and we shoot!”

John was on the teller with the keys in an instant, and William and Maebh moved into position. They tugged their bandanas on and William and Hosea quickly shut the front doors while Maebh waited by the teller’s door.

“Unlock the door,” John ordered and swiftly tossed her the keys. “Quick!”

Maebh did as asked, trying to ignore some of the pleads from the bank’s workers.

“This is a robbery, gentlemen,” Dutch announced, addressing the whole room. “And we don’t want to shoot any of you kind folk. So do as we say and no one gets hurt, is that clear?”

As soon as she unlocked the door, she called out to Arthur. “We’re in! Come help sort the vault out.”

While the others attended to those in the main room, Maebh, William, and Arthur stormed through the door to the vault. Arthur grabbed the manager by his collar and switched his demeanour like the flip of a coin.

“Open the goddamn vault!” he screamed, revolver pointed to his head. “Open it!”

“Okay, okay,” the manager said, voice quivering in terror considering he had three guns pointed at his head. “Just don’t hurt me, p-please. I’ve got a family—”

“Open the fuckin’ vault if you want’a see them again!” William growled, getting the man to move. “C’mon the fuck!”

He got to opening the vault, moving too slowly for their liking. With a swift whack of Arthur’s cattleman, he worked faster. “Sonofabitch, c’mon! Hurry up!”

The door opened with a heavy creak, and William pushed the suit into the vault with them. Inside were four lock boxes that were sure to hold ample amounts of money they could use. Though things were going well, Maebh could feel sweat building on the back of her neck.

“We’re in!” she called out to the others. “How you’s holdin’ up out there?”

“We’re fine,” Dutch called back. “Just make sure he opens those lock boxes up without causin’ any trouble!”

Arthur grasped the manager once more and threw him towards the lock boxes. “You best get them open before I put a goddamn hole in your head, boy!”

There was no arguing to be had, and the manager did as he was asked. They quickly shoved the contents of the lock boxes into four bags Arthur had brought along.

Once they were in the clear, William gave the manager a box and knocked him out cold. “That should give us a bit more time to get away.”

Before either of them could make a comment about how smoothly things had gone, a commotion stirred up in the other room. A single shot rang out. Glass smashed and screams erupted. Hosea’s voice could be heard amongst the rabble. “What the hell are you doin’?”

The trio emerged from the teller’s door to see Dutch stood by the front door, one of the window panes smashed through and glass littered on the ground. Maebh glanced out one of the other windows and saw a dead lawman on the street, blood pouring from a bullet hole in his chest. The weight of the money bag on her back felt all the more heavier now.

“What in the hell happened?” Arthur demanded.

“Lawman was investigatin’,” Dutch explained hastily. “He saw what was goin’ on — I had to shoot him.”

“We don’t kill people on these jobs!” Hosea argued, disgusted by the turn of events.

Dutch refused to back down. “We do when our lives are at stake!”

“Well now you’ve put all of us at risk! We could’ve done somethin’ else!”

Karen quickly joined Maebh at the window just as more lawmen appeared outside. “Awh, shit… We got more law outside, boys!”

“They sure as shit know we’re here now,” Maebh added and turned to face her friends. “What do we do?”

“We fight our way out,” Dutch answered, drawing his pistols in each hand. “And get back to camp alive and with the money. We’ve been plannin’ this for too long to give up now. We gotta leave this town as quick as we can. Arthur and I will open fire and force them to stay in cover while the rest of you get to the horses. Head down the alley and loop around; Hosea will lead the way. Shoot anyone in your way, you hear me?”

“Lead the way, Dutch,” John said and took the spare money bag from Arthur. “We’re right behind you.”

A swift glance amongst the group to ensure that everyone was ready, and Dutch was kicking the door open. He was the first to open fire on the waiting lawmen, who ducked behind shop fronts and buildings to steer clear of the bullets. Arthur followed, wielding a repeater and forcing their adversaries to hide if they wanted to avoid being shot. One by one they emerged from the bank, cash in hand and guns ready to take out anyone who threatened their escape. As always, Maebh planted herself ahead of William, staying low as they hurriedly turned and snuck down the side alley and through the back gardens of several shops and a hotel. The thundering clamour of guns firing and bullets flying through wood and clashing with brick could be heard as Hosea, Karen, Maebh, William, and John skirted around corners and hopped over short fences.

As the horses appeared up ahead, visibly skittering at the sound of shots firing, Maebh threw a glance over her shoulder to see if Dutch and Arthur were nearby. She let John and William pass her as she peered around one of the alleys.

“What are you at?” William asked, hesitating to continue.

“We can’t leave without them,” she insisted, wiping her brow and getting her breath back. “Two men against a whole load of law won’t end well.”

“It’s Morgan and Dutch; they’ll be grand. We need to stay with the others.”

Though the commotion continued to rage, she was relieved to see Arthur come barrelling around one of the corners, skidding on the dirt ground as he went.

Upon seeing the siblings, he sprinted to their side. “Y’all okay?”

Maebh shook her head. “I feel like we should be askin’ you that. Where’s Dutch?”

“Comin’ ’round now. He told me to go ahead, so let’s move.”

With his confirmation that their leader was alright, the pair followed the older man as they continued in their escape. As they reached the horses — the others already mounted up and ready to leave — Maebh saw Dutch appear from the corner where Arthur had come running. He was unscathed and thankfully outrunning and law that was following him. She would have grinned at the sight, had he been alone.

Before she could cry out in warning, an armed lawman leapt from around a fence behind Dutch. With a whack, he clocked him in the jaw with the butt of his carbine. Dutch was sent sprawling to the dirt.

Maebh grabbed Arthur’s arm in a knee jerk reaction and her breath caught in her throat.

As the lawman stood over their floundering companion and aimed his gun at Dutch’s head, she heard Arthur desperately calling out his name.

A single gunshot cracked through the air.

With a clatter, the carbine felt limply out of the lawman’s hands. His body went next, landing in a lump on the ground, and blood spurting from the wound in the back of his head. Dutch was stunned, as they all were.

“Who the fuck is that guy?” William asked.

Behind the lawman stood a reverend, decked out in a classic black coat and white neckerchief. Underneath his large brimmed hat was thick, wild ginger hair and a weary but anxious expression. In his hand he held a revolver, smoke steaming from its barrel — the weapon that had saved Dutch’s life.

“Thank you, Reverend,” Dutch said, voice cracking beneath his bandana as he let out a sigh of relief. “I think you just saved my life.”

“I think you were in trouble and I helped you,” the stranger replied, frowning beneath his moustache. “Doing nothin’ would’ve been wrong.”

Arthur quickly turned to the others atop their horses. “You three get outta here! We’ll make sure he’s alright.”

Needing no further encouragement, Hosea quickly guided John and Karen out of town at breakneck speeds. Maebh and Arthur sprinted to Dutch and his new friend while William quickly gathered the horses and prepared them for departure.

“Well, I doubt the law will see it that way,” Dutch said as she and Arthur quickly  helped him to his feet. “If you wanna live, I recommend comin’ with us.”

“I don’t even know your name,” he replied, but followed uncertainly as they approached their horses. “And by the sounds of things, you just robbed the bank.”

Dutch was quick to mount up and offered the man his hand. “I ain’t gonna lie to you — we did just rob that bank. There will be time for introductions later though. You saved my life, and I owe you a debt, Reverend.”

Though he hesitated for the briefest of seconds, the reverend took the offered hand and hopped on to the Count. Each of them mounted up, just as more law arrived in town, this time riding on horseback. Maebh grabbed her reigns and quickly pushed her horse to follow her companions’ tail. Last to leave, she tried to stay close behind her friends as they galloped out past the town’s limits.

Up ahead, Arthur called out. “More comin’ in!”

She looked up and, atop a small hill, three more riders appeared, coming towards them with guns drawn. Dutch was on them first, taking one man down while Arthur got another in a flurry of bullets. One remained, but she steered her heavily breathing horse in an attempt to dodge the oncoming attack. Her companions sped off up ahead, the continued strain of jerky movement causing her horse to tire and slow.

They were far off when her horse cried out in pain and several bullets struck the animal. For the second time in a few days, Maebh was flung from a stallion and sent crashing into the dusty road below with some force. Her head spun and her shoulder throbbed. She breathed deep, lungs working overtime to get whatever air she could down her burning throat. Quite suddenly, her scalp stung as a vicious hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.

She cried out as tears built in the corners of her eyes. Through blurred vision she saw the lawman who shot her mount. Now he stood before her, his gun stuck in her face. “I got you now, you little—”

A deafening blast cracked through the ringing in her ears, and the man’s chest quite literally exploded. Blood and bits of flesh and bone struck her face, and suddenly, the pressure on her skull relaxed. With a wobble, he crashed to the ground, revealing a fuming William behind him. He sat atop his horse, shotgun in hand with a look that could kill. His piercing eyes fell on her — his only visible feature thanks to his bandana — brow furrowed so deep into his brow that it cast a shadow over his youthful face and emphasised the scar marred into his skin. He barely even flinched as he holstered his weapon once more.

“Get on his horse!” he ordered through gritted teeth by the sounds of it. “We need’ta leave now!”

Though dizzy and trying to get her breath back, Maebh listened to her brother, and quickly hauled herself on to the abandoned animal. There was simply no time to think about what had occurred — if she thought about her close encounter at that very moment, it would surely cost her her life this time around. With a glance at the dead horse and body in the middle of the road, she lurched and kicked the animal into a gallop, following her brother over a hill and out of sight as cries from the evaded lawmen disappeared on the wind.

[np-writes]

Molly O’Shea: S M A S H

Karen Jones: Smash

Mary-Beth Gaskill: Smash

Tilly Jackson: Pass

Susan Grimshaw: Smash

Abigail Roberts: Pass

Sadie Alder: Smash

Dutch van der Linde: Pass

Hosea Matthews: Smash (After, like a shot for confidence)

Bill Williamson: Pass

Kieran Duffy: Pass

Sean Macguire: Pass

Arthur Morgan (Low and High Honor): Smash

John Marston: Smash

Micah Bell: P A S S

Javier Escuella: Smash

Charles Smith: Smash

Simon Pearson: Pass

Leopold Strauss: Pass

Orville Swanson: Smash (after he gets clean)

Lenny Summers: Smash

Uncle: Pass

Adult Jack Marston: Smash

Josiah Trewlany: Smash

Another random yet unhinged smash or Pass, but this time with the characters from rdr2!!!

Arthur Morgan: 10000% smash

John Marston: pass

Charles Smith: Smash

Dutch Van Der Linde: undecided

Hosea Matthews: Smash

Susan Grimshaw: Smash

Javier Esculla: Hard Smash

Bill Williamson: Hard pass

Micah Bell: weirdly Smash

Tilly Jackson: Pass, she gives off sisterly vibes

Mary-Beth Gaskill: Smash

Simon Pearson: Smash (he's a cutie)

Lenny Summers: Pass

Karen Jones: Hard smash

Sean Macguire: Pass (too loud)

Kieran Duffy: Pass (too much of a bottom)

Sadie Adler: Pass (I feel like she would be too intense)

Uncle: Hard pass

Molly O'Shea: Smash

Orville Swanson: Smash (also a cutie)

Leopard Strausse: HARD PASS

Adult Jack Marston: Pass

Abigail Roberts: Pass

Josiah Trewlany: 100% smash

@np-writes