#rdrii imagines

[aisha-stark]

I tried to imagine myself as a character in RDRII. Cool maid outfit and grumpy face.

Sorry for the sketch. I'll try to do full art when I get my ipad back. 😅

Let's call her Ariadne.

[modharlow]

Could I request something where reader isn't feeling well and one day when Jack and Arthur come back from one of their fishing trips they surprise reader with a flower necklace that Jack made them and Arthur had just picked some real pretty wild flowers and he's all blushy and cute??? Thank you!!!

“It was all his idea.” Was the first words that left Arthur’s mouth when he found you at camp. His left hand was scratching at his chin, a sign he was nervous, but he kept a steady gaze. Well, he did before Jack skipped up besides him with a ring of flowers in his hands.

Jack looked up at Arthur and beamed, saying. “You found them! I told you that you could!” He beamed. He turned towards you and marched his way up, a determined glaze in his eyes, before he presented the crown to you. “Here!” He all-but-shouted as he tried to place it on your head. Huffing when he couldn’t, Jack furrowed his brows before simply putting the flowers in your hands. “I can’t reach.” He said before nodding his head at his own statement, agreeing with himself. “I’m gonna go play with papa now!” He exclaimed before giving you a quick hug and trotting off.

You fingered the petals delicately as smiled at Jack’s thoughtfulness (a secret part of you gushing at how sweet the boy was) while you places it in your head. You gave Arthur a teasing look as your smile turned into a playful look. “How’d’I look?”

”It was all his idea.”

Chuckling, you waved a hand to shoo the statement away. “Yeah, yeah. S’ppose it was his idea to use those flowers I was eyeing when we went huntin’ too?”

Arthur reaches up to bring his hat down to shield his eyes from you. “…We jus’ happen to walk by ‘em.” He replied with slight hesitance, already knowing he lost this battle.

You bummed out a one note tune and thought for a moment—Was that the best he could come up with?—before letting your face melt back into an easy smile. “Well, when I find Jack I’ll have to thank him properly, seeing as he took off before I could.” You walked up to Arthur and grabbed the tip of his hat to bring it back up. “And I thank you too, Arthur, for accompanying him.” You said before leaning in towards his face, eyes lidded and lips parted slightly.

Arthur’s own eyes widened at the gesture, his heart thumping wildly and cheeks starting to burn from the heat of both his shyness and your breath that fanned against his skin. “Darlin’,” he started, yet his mouth couldn’t form any more words.

”…Thank you, Arthur.” You whispered out before poking (more like “booping”) his nose with your own and moving away, a semi-smug grin on your face. “Seriously, means a lot!” You added before nodding you head at him as a goodbye gesture and walking away to work on the camp.

Poor Arthur. All he can think about now is how inviting your lips looked.

[whirlwind-lancer-dilan]

Yesterday I was trying to draw Arthur and Kieran, but then my brother got up and started talking to me. His speech lasted a little over an hour and, by the end, he had also forgotten the purpose of the whole speech. In the end he apologized for stealing my time and we laughed together, but then the peace completely flew away and I couldn't draw anymore. For now I can only say that in my style they are neither handsome nor similar to the originals, so... can I cry?

Maybe one day I'll share them, but I promise nothing because I could make myself a thousand problems and not show my doodles to anyone. Hm, I really shouldn't call them doodles because I was trying to commit to making them, even though I draw very little lately and I'm sorry... I feel so damn useless...

Well, at least a little while ago I pictured them in my mind, hand in hand in the shade of a tree as they smiled at each other. ♥

And about twenty minutes ago I finished reading a fanfic charthur (I think it's called the Arthur x Charles Smith ship, right? Anyway...) and I'm happy that the author has made Kieran survive, even if in the story Kieran has appeared and was nominated only 3 times and in one of these he even made a fool of himself because he fell on his face in the mud, if I understand correctly (my English is not that great and the translator has some translation problems often and willingly), because he was drunk. 😅 Poor kid...

I don't even know why I wrote this post. I'm not sure what I can talk to whom. I have a lot of confusion in my head lately.

[emily-strange]

With the exception of John, how do we think the characters got their scars? Micah's chin, Sadie's forehead (pretty sure she had it before the attack on her and her husband), Javier's face, Charles's lower cheek, Arthur's chin 😍

Any theories/stories? 😊 Just a bit of fun!

-Van Der Linde Gang 2

[modharlow]

Do you mind doing Sadie x fem!Reader sfw hcs? neutral gender is okay too if your not comfortable with it.

After losing her late husband, Sadie wasn’t sure if she would be ready to love again (as cliché as it sounds). She already felt alone without him but now she was with a group of people she doesn’t know, and they’re outlaws? It was a rare moment where she felt truly afraid.

Yet she also thanked whatever’s left of her belief in God for the agreeing to go with the group. That’s how she met you.

She was weary of you at first, as she was with everyone, but you welcomed her with open arms and a goofy grin. She liked that.

She knew you tried to make her feel safe and secure with her new group of… friends?, and she couldn’t be more appreciative. She holds the memories of you reading books to her, keeping her company, sticking by her side even when she would break down crying, very close to her heart.

Maybe it was the loneliness she felt or the many times you’ve seen her vulnerable when no one was looking but she found herself wishing for your hand to fit perfectly into her own; fingers interlocking in a silent promise of “I won’t leave you”.

But she had never felt like this way towards another woman.

Despite that, she wasn’t one to deny her feelings—to lock them up and away in the attic and left alone forever, buried deep with all her other memories. No, she was Sadie Adler. A woman that survived a bandit ambush, joined a team of outlaws, and pulled the trigger more times than she thought she ever would. She was a survivor, an avenger, a… very nervous person when you’d scoot a little too close to her, your shoulder touching as you talked about whatever.

She wants to confess—What is she, a patsy?!—but she’s unsure if she should. It’s not the rejection that holds her back(, she lies to herself), but the thought of opening up so soon.

As she sees you playfully tease Arthur and laugh, your eyes lighting up at the remark he makes in retaliation, she thinks that… maybe she’ll wait a few more days. Or weeks. Maybe a month, just to be safe, before she says anything.

Hopefully by that time you’d have made the first move.

[modharlow]

If it's alright, can i request some shy first time hand-holding with Javier, Charles, and Arthur?

Javier isn’t one to shy away from initiating any contact with someone—especially if they’re someone close to him—so you can expect to be held and grabbed a lot.

He soon notices, though, that when he tries to grab ahold of your hand… you slip away at the last second. This confuses him. A lot.

He’s hugged you before and you would happily hug him back, and you two have even shared cheek and forehead kisses too… so why is hand holding the thing you back out on?

This drives him to try and hold your hand even more.

Javier “I Love You So Much Let Me Hold You” Escuella becomes even more smooth. Er, as smooth as he can get without it becoming secondhand-embarrassment for those around him—oh, nevermind, he hit that point.

The camp can’t help but watch in awe as he tries everything in the book… to simply hold your hand. He used those pickup lines, those gestures, in the past to get someone in bed but for simple hand holding? How soft have you made him?

Javier “I Won’t Give Up Please Tell Me Why You’re So Shy Also I Love You” Escuella.

If you want to save his reputation (or maybe the attention of everyone is getting to you) it’d be best to either explain why you’re so shy or leap for it and grab his hand. Either one will shut him up.

He realizes, if you grabbed his hand, how perfectly they go together. Both your hands are kinda dry but they feel… nice. Like this is what they were molded to do—to hold each other.

He starts blushing and stumbles a bit over his words because, wow! There’s something so soft about this and it makes him feel really secure; safe, at home. He’s held hands before with other people but yours… yours fit with him so good.

Be prepared to lose that hand though, because he’s never letting it go! It’s his now. He claimed so himself.

“You can’t just take my hand—Javier, it’s part of my body!” You argued yet made no attempt to move. Gently, Javier placed a kiss on your knuckles (while ignoring Sean who was fake-vomiting at the romantic gesture) and said, “then I’ll just have to take all of you, right?”

Was that a sexual-innuendo…? It didn’t even make sense!

[modharlow]

How would Arthur, Charles and John react to a s/o who is a very talented rider and overall very good with horses? I have a friend that is like this, all horses seem to love him!

The only thing Arthur doesn’t like about this is how if you’re riding his horse and he whistles, they won’t come to him.

Seriously. It’s like they love you more than him.

Doesn’t like it when he’s trying to leave and you call out to his horse and they just… Stop. Please. He needs to collect these debts.

He thinks it’s cool how easy you can ride horses so easily, like you’ve been doing it since you were born.

Definitely asks for a few tips.

Is also a bit flustered when asking for said tips.

Sometimes asks if he can ride “shotgun” with you on your horse because he likes how smooth everything is.

Will, and has, drawn you riding horses or just taking care of them. Even leaves little notes with the tips you gave him near the drawings.

Will never show you the drawing unless you really beg.

///

Charles is thoroughly impressed with your ability and will openly ask you questions about it.

Have you always been this good with animals? Is it only horses? Have you ever fallen off of your horse when practicing? Is this why his horse keeps listening to you but not him when you’re around?

Once saw you ride a wild horse just by sweet-talking them.

Proceeded to watch the horse follow you both to camp so now you guys have another horse I guess!

Just like Arthur he asks for simple tips on making his ride more smooth.

Unlike Arthur, he’s not shy about it. He’s willing to learn from you since he knows that’s more important than holding up any “bad boy” image he might have.

He’s a visual learner so he’ll deny any “shotgun” rides you offer, instead opting out for riding along side you.

Will race you when you two head back to camp, no questions.

[modharlow]

“Today seems like a good day to possibly kill myself, lads.” You huffed out while you tried to chop wood for the camp.

You were failing. Pretty badly, too! Who knew chopping wood was so hard? They always made it look so easy in videos…

With a short sigh, you wiped the sweat off your forehead as you took in a deep breath.

Okay! You got this!

Accompanied by an axe in hand, determination, and looking oh-so fine like a lumberjack those Tumblr gays always daydreamed about, you swung the hatchet over your shoulder and prepared to swing down like a monster destroying a small village and—

”Not if I kill you first.”

—You missed!… And you also lost your balance. Talk about a combo attack!

”Oh my god, I was on x-games mode, why did you interrupt me.” You quickly replied while lying on the ground, one arm propping you up with the other lied sexily on your hip. You were trying to look suave and like you didn’t just almost bash your head onto the ground.

Charles, the person who was ordered to watch over you (and was also your self-proclaimed ‘best friend forever’), simply chuckled in response at your usual antics as he went over to grab the fallen axe. He adjusted the weapon in his hands and spun it once before letting it fall onto his shoulder. “Your ‘x-games’ mode didn’t seem to be working out.” He finally lent his hand out to help you up. “You weren’t holding the axe right either way. You were bound to mess up.”

”Ouch! Just hit me while I’m down, huh? Huh? Huh, Mr. Smith?”

After you got up you tried to take the axe back but comically jutted your bottom lip out when he didn’t give it. “Arthur wants you.” Was all he said before he got to cutting the wood.

”Aw, but we were having a bonding mo—wait, he wants me?” You purred out with a poorly done waggle of your eyebrows.

”Not like that.” He countered but let out a small ‘as far as I know’ afterwards. “And, maybe, our next ‘bonding moment’ can be me teaching you,” He brought the weapon down onto the circular wood, turning it into smaller, less circular, pieces, “how to do this.” Geez, now he was the sexy lumberjack everyone wanted.

As Charles grabbed another piece, he gave you the ‘go-do-this-thing-because-I’m-the-experienced-one-here’ look. “Now, go see Arthur. Should be with John.”

”Kk, bye, love you lots!” You called out when you speedwalked away from the half-native male, missing how he nodded in your direction as his own way of saying “love you too”.

While you hummed to I Really Like You by our lord and savior Carley Rae Jepsen, you spotted Arthur and John conversing to themselves. As you got closer, you could hear bits of the topic at hand.

”’Nd I’m just sayin’, John. That’s how they were when I picked ‘em up. Suicide humor ‘n’ all—actually, why are you suddenly so concerned for their health anyways?”

John looked at the tall bear before groaning and turning away, before looking back again and trying to explain himself. “They’re close to Abi and Jack, Arthur. If they die do you know how heartbroken they’d be?”

Arthur gave him an incredulous look.

After a moment of staring, John threw his hands up in the air and said, “Okay, fine! They’re closer to Jack and I really, really don’t need that boy to develope their morbid humor! It’s not good for his age! ‘Least wait until he’s in his mid-twenties.”

Arthur let out a hum in understanding as he adjusted his hat to show off more of his face. “I take ‘em in to see a doctor, you’re goin’ with me.”

”What, why?”

”Because it’s your plan, John.” Arthur let out a small breath. “I know we all worried ‘bout ‘em but we all agreed that this was just their way of bein’, such as us bein’ outlaws.”

John let out a groan in frustration. “But we ain’t suicidal like them, Arthur!”

”’S far as you know.”

Being held in another staring contest, you began to wonder if your humor was really this concerning. Sure it wasn’t exactly… ideal but neither was being stuck in a world that you barely know anything about with no family, friends, or pets to help comfort you.

Everyone in the gang was born in this era, raised by it’s laws, while you were from a more advanced one. It was bound to get a bit lonely so you did what you thought was best to cope but… could you really be like the old you from your world? The one who hid behind self-deprecating humor and baggy sweaters?

…Yeah. For now, this is who you were going to be. Until… at least until you can feel confident enough to at least tell Charles or Hosea about everything.

Pastering on a smile, you interrupted to two in a sing-song voice. “Hell~o, my two loveliest boys!” You swung an arm around John’s shoulder as you shot Arthur a wink. “My super best friend said you wanted me, hm~?”

After a slightly-awkward short pause, the two outlaws glanced at each other before John begrudgingly nodded his head.

Coughing into his fist, Arthur spoke. “Me ‘nd John have been a little, err, worried ‘bout ya. Y’know, with all the harsh jokes ‘n’ such… Was wonderin’ if you wanted—“

”—Needed someone to talk to.” John cut his brother off, a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

”Uh, that too?” Arthur muttered as he looked quizzically between the two before him.

You had a look of indifference on your face before speaking in a monotone tone, “Girl, what’chu been smokin’?”

Shaking his head at your reply, John turned away from you both and up to the sky. “Of course we don’t get a serious response. Why would we?”

”Ignore him.” Arthur butted in when he place his hands on your shoulders. “Listen to me, okay? I don’t know why or when you started usin’ such things to cope, ‘nd frankly I won’t pry, but if you truly ever need t’talk then you know you can speak to us.” He glanced at John who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. “…Well, most of us. Actually, just talk to me, Charles, Hosea, or Tilly. Everyone else is a maybe.” He paused. “Okay, not everyone else. Don’t speak to Micah. Never speak to Micah.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle near the end and nodded your head. “Okay I won’t speak to Micah. Not like I wanted to either way. His ass stank something serious.”

”I’m gonna pretend I know what that means.”

”Good! That’s a proper response to most of the shit I say.” You shrugged your shoulders before letting out an ‘ah!’. “Was, uh, was that all you two wanted or…?”

John, who was forced to come back from his ‘why-do-we-even-try’ attitude, unsurely spoke. “You… you wanna go huntin’, or somethin’?”

In a swift moment, you suddenly had John’s hands in your own with a grin on your lips. “Really? You’ll let lil ol’ me handle a bow?!”

Arthur quickly interjected, placing an arm between you and John. “No, no! We can’t trust you after last time! You can help us scout but we ain’t lettin’ you outta our sights with a weapon.”

After you fake-sadly agreed Arthur sent John off to tell Dutch about the change of plans. He was about go get ready to leave until he felt your hands gently clamp around his forearm.

Looking back at you, he rose a brow as he waited for you to speak. “Thanks for your guys’ concern. Sorry for worrying y’all.” You muttered, eyes looking towards his coat’s neckline rather than his own.

”’S fine. Just… remember that we all want you here, m’ok? Even if we don’t understand half the words that leave your mouth.”

”Yeah.” You muttered softly as you broke him away from your grasp.

You two stared at each other for a moment before you awkwardly coughed into the air and began walking towards his horse. “Anyways, let’s go hunting for some bears.”

”No.”

”Aw, it was worth a shot!”

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This was inspired by @heart-of-gold-outlaw ‘s Modern!Reader prompts, lol. Hope it was okay to write this! :^}

[modharlow]

How about Charles, Arthur and Sean (idk how many you take at a time so you can pick one if that's better) with an s/o who is a trick rider? Like in those wild west shows where they would stand on horses and do other things like that. Sorry if this doesn't make sense

Charles would be concerned for the horses well-being when he sees you standing on them.

Horses, despite how much what they can be used for, are fragile creatures… both physically and emotionally.

He’s afraid you’ll end up hurting the creatures bones if you do it for too long. Yeah, they’re strong but horses… God, do you know what their legs are even like? You could look at one wrong and it’d break all it’s legs.

Once he’s been reassured that nothing wrong will happen to you or the animal then he starts to show how impressed he is.

You can do all sorts of tricks, things you don’t see often if at all, and he’s all for it.

He would be against you doing anything whilst on the battlefield though. It looks cool and all but you could get seriously hurt or, god forbid, die.

He’ll be open to you teaching him some simple tricks to do, however. It’s still an impressing talent!

///

The moment you show any sign of doing something not-ordinary, Sean is completely on board.

You can do what while on a horse? And not fall??

…Can you teach him?

He’ll loudly cheer you on anytime you show off your talent to anyone, always shouting about how you’e better than any rider he’s ever seen (including himself).

Believe me when I say everyone knows how talented you are. He even tells the people that they’ve tied up to force information out of.

He’s like a proud parent, sort of? Maybe like an overly-supportive person.

You’ll have to tell him to tone it down because you can tell people are starting to get annoyed with his yelling of praise.

If you’re someone that doesn’t like attention then good luck: you’re really gonna need it with this boy around.

[modharlow]

Today is my 21st birthday and I'm wondering if you could write a fluff/smut Arthur Morgan x me birthday party story please.

“—Birthday to yo~ou!” Everybody around the campfire sang off-key—well, besides Javier, lucky bastard—with grins in their faces. Some members clinked their bottles together before taking a swig of the alcohol while the more responsible ones took small sips. Drinking it slowly made the affects last longer anyways.

You laughed at the family before you as Bill sat down beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, shifting you side-to-side drunkily. “You know,” he started, a tiny slur to his words, “this might be the best party yet!”

You doubt he’d remember this party at all.

With a chuckle, you nodded your head. “I sure hope so. It is a special day for me.”

”’Course, ‘course!” He dozed off, removing his arm after a hot second and making a b-line towards a nearby tree.

You’ll pretend you didn’t hear the man heave up his dinner. Though, you did hear a certain Irish boy yell out in dismay afterwards.

The next few minutes was spent by everyone congratulating you on a happy birthday—or as Simon put it, “another year to enjoy his cooking”—while laughing their asses off. Then came presents.

You only got a few, but that was alright. You were just happy to be alive still. That doesn’t mean you didn’t appreciate what they gave you!

Charles gave you a new bow-string after yours had snapped, while John had simply offered to do you chores for the next few days. Little Jack gave you his last chocolate bar (you split it with him) that he said was from him and Mama Abigail, and Javier gave you a special song.

Bill… was too drunk with Sean to form words so you didn’t know if they got you anything (if they did, you were scared to know what), and both Dutch and Hosea pitched in to get you a very pretty, and expensive-looking, knife. It had little engravings of your birth-animal in the steel!

The girls all said they were taking you out to have a “fun time”, Lenny also helping by driving and chaperoning, which you couldn’t really complain about.

There was just one person you really wanted a gift from…

“Well, if it ain’t the birthday girl.”

Speak of the devil—no, speak of the angel.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you tilted your head backwards to look at the tall cowboy with a smile. “And how are you, Mr. Morgan? Enjoying yourself, I hope?”

”Yes, ma’am.” He commented as he sat beside you after seeing Abigail and Jack off to bed with John. “They sure do know how to liven things up.”

You laughed quietly, turning your gaze towards the warm fire. “You’ve got that rough. I’ve never felt more happy than I do now.”

”D’aw, then what ‘bout those time we went huntin’?”

”Oh, shush. You know what I mean.”

Arthur laughed at his failed teasing as he watched Javier get up from his seat by the fire and yawn. They both locked eyes, one dark-brown pair holding a knowing look while the blue pair narrowed slightly. It was a silent conversation of “Tell her”’s and “Soon”’s that quickly ended after the Mexican turned to walk away, guitar in hand.

Clearing his throat, the cowboy looked back over to you before a grin placed itself on his lips.

He loved the way the fire’s embers made you look so warm and cozy—like home.Letting out a quiet sigh, he spoke. “I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

”Only like, every day.”

”Well it’s true.” When you looked his way he used his hand to move loose strands of your hair away from your eyes. “I say it for a reason.”

You couldn’t help the way your chest tightened at his love-struck gaze or how the gap between you both drew smaller. “I know. I like hearing you say it.” You replied before your lips connected in a sweet kiss. It was soft, just like him, and was over sooner then you wanted (not like you’d say that outloud, anyways), but you didn’t mind.

Arthur guided your head to lean on his shoulder as he let you snuggle into him. “Don’t be thinkin’ I didn’t get you a gift either.” He said, his eyes casting upwards to the stars. “My gift… is a night you won’t forget.”

Immediately after hearing those words you straightened your back and moved away from him a bit, your face heating up like some school girl. “Arthur Morgan, you did not just say that!”

With a grin, he shrugged his shoulders and looked away. “What’d I say?”

”Oh, you…!” You huffed out air and shook your head at his rare antics, a grin of your own forming in your lips. “Keep it in your pants off now, okay? We have all night for your present.”

Laughing, he nodded his head and let you lean back on him. “Alright, Alright. Anythin’ for the birthday girl.”

[modharlow]

I have a bit of an angsty idea if it hasn't been done. How would Arthur's s/o respond to what happens at the end of the game? Do you think they would ever move on? Also, I really enjoy your work so far! :3

“Oh, Arthur…” Your voice cracked as the outlaw before tilted his head down, his hat covering most of his face. “Arthur. Arthur, look at me.” You softly begged as your hands lifted to cup his face. “I need you to look at me for what I need to say.”

Begrudgingly, the man lifted his gaze and met your saddened ones. He felt his throat contract and chest tighten at the sight of you looking so defeated. He promised himself he’d never make a mistake in this relationship—he’d never make you sad. He guesses that’s another thing he failed at. A shaky breath left him as he said, “Okay. I’m lookin’ at you.”

With a faltering smile, you gently squished his cheeks between your glove covered hands. “Good, because I love you Arthur Morgan. I love you more than you’ll ever know.” You couldn’t help the tears from falling and tried to keep a tough front up. “And I won’t leave you alone, to suffer alone, like this. I’m staying with you until the very end, you got that? Ain’t no changin’ my mind.”

Arthur brought his own hands up to press them onto yours, a solem look in his eyes as he nodded, “I know… I know.” He brought this forehead to rest on yours. “I love you too.” He let out a quiet chuckle. “Guess I should’ve married ya when I had the chance, huh?”

”You still can.”

”’M afraid we both know the answer to that.” But despite the truth, he secretly wished he could experience a life with you… because he knew, from the moment you two got along, that you were his love. He didn’t think of Mary anymore and, truthfully, he only helped her because he knew you’d be proud of him.

So when he ignored your pleas and forced you to go with Sadie and Abigail while he went back to camp, back to the devils den, he hoped you would still be proud of him.

And when he was left up on that mountain—the sunset glowing a honey, homey, tint, almost inviting him to take a moment to rest—he hoped you were proud of him.

And you wished you could have told him you were, because by god were you so proud of him, person-to-person.

Though, when you and Mary would visit him, you decided that this was an alright way to tell him your feelings. Despite not hearing his voice anymore, or seeing him hide behind his hat when he’d get flustered, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate the outcome he chose.

He’d want you to live your life, just as you would had you been the one buried, so that’s what you chose to do. You and Mary would visit him any chance you got but you both continued on with your personal matters at hand.

The only thing you couldn’t bring yourself to do was love another man like Arthur Morgan.

[modharlow]

Oof I have an angsty one: headcanons for Dutch or John reacting to their S/O getting hurt.

John’s initial reaction is a quick second of denial. You could take care of yourself—you wouldn’t let your guard down enough to get hurt, right?—but then he remembers the line of work and how life-threatening accidents are.

And now he’s mad.

These people, these scum, thought they could hurt you and get away with it? Without him coming for them?

They better pick a god and pray.

By the time he’s calmed down from his rage he’ll shamefully forget for a moment what caused him to cause such chaos in the first place.

When he hears Arthur yelling at him, saying how you were hurt and needed treatment, John’ll throw his gun to the side and rush to you. He’ll push anyone out the way if it meant seeing you for his own eyes.

He didn’t care about getting scolded by Dutch or Hosea within those moments.

When Charles and Arthur are told to get you back to camp for help John wanted to travel with them but was stopped by Dutch, him saying that John needed “space to clear his head”.

He was not happy but he listened to Dutch anyways.

When he got back to camp (hours later) he went straight to you and would not leave your side. At all.

Ends up almost alienating you from everyone else until Hosea sternly told him you being coddled wasn’t good for your health.

Forgive him, he’s a mess with emotions.

///

Dutch tries to stay level-headed but ultimately ends up showing off his anger when fighting the enemy back.

Every bullet hits it’s mark and he doesn’t even flinch when a stray bullet whizzes pass him. It’s like he doesn’t even notice anything going on around him.

He only has you on his mind and one plan: Destroy Everyone That Hurt You.

It kind of scares those around him since he’s never shown such raw anger towards anyone besides Colm and The Pinkertons.

Hosea is the one to calm him down and it doesn’t really take much coaxing (thank god).

Dutch is mostly calm when getting to you back camp and treated. He knows that him stressing even more won’t help the situation.

Still low-key stresses.

He’s with you through the whole process of healing.

He coddles you like John but knows his limits. He still has a gang to run and just because you’re hurt doesn’t mean he can ignore them.

Still spends most (or all) of his free time taking care of you.

[modharlow]

Cute/fluffy head canons for Arthur and John about having a s/o that's a really good singer, but is really shy/insecure about their voice, so they don't sing unless there's no one around, but one day they catch their s/o singing and their s/o gets really shy/flustered about it~ (Also sorry if this gets sent in twice I lost connection on mobile trying to send it the 1st time so I had to close the app and retype the whole thing T.T)

Arthur knew you had a hobby of singing when he heard you doing it under your breath one time, though he didn’t comment on it.

He fell in love with it immediately however.

Often wonders what your singing would be like with Javier strumming you a little tune. He smiles at the thought.

He’s well aware that you don’t sing when you have an audience but he just really wants to hear you!

Despite this, him actually hearing you was by accident.

You were so focused on whatever you were doing that, he guesses, you didn’t hear him walking towards you.

You were so into your song that he didn’t have the heart to stop you. Still, a part of him knew that you wouldn’t have liked to be spied on so he cleared his throat to grab your attention.

Before you’re even able to sputter out a word he just tilts his hat as a greeting and smiles.

“You should sing more.”

He laughingly apologizes for peeping on you and promises he won’t do it again, but only if you sing him a song. (If you don’t want to, he’ll understand. He was just teasing!)

He offers to sing a quiet duet with you. He’s not as good as you are but he’s willing to sound out those sour notes if it means you’ll join him.

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Sorry if this is a bit angsty for your first headcanon request but can we get headcanons for John/Dutch helping out an S/O who suffers from depression? (Can be romantic or platonic, either one is fine!)

John’s not one to fully grasp the stages of depression but god damn if he won’t try.

He asks Dutch, Hosea, and even Abigail what they know and how he could possibly help you. He just wants you to be cheerful again, y’know?

Of course he’s bound to say the wrong thing… at the wrong time… in the wrong place… but know he has good intentions!

He’s slowly start to adapt to your depression cycles and will come up with his own way of helping you cope.

Don’t want to eat? That’s Ok! But he’ll still try and get you to snack on something. Same if you eat too much, but he’ll have to be a bit more stern since food rations can go quickly.

You have insomnia? He’s right beside you, fingers running through your hair as he talks about whatever. (He might end up falling asleep doing this, though!)

If he sees you “down in the dumps” he’d ask Dutch if anything semi-simple (i.e: Hunting, fishing, laundry, etc.) needed to be done so he could do it with you. He’d want to get your mind active and going instead of being “stuck” like you once told him before.

And if you’re not in the mood for walking? That’s okay, you can ride his horse while he hunts. He doesn’t mind.

He also once gave Micah a black eye and bloody nose for saying something bad about your state. They were forced to stay away from each other for a while.

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Depression isn’t something unfamiliar to Dutch. Throughout his line of work, and just life in general, he’s experienced it more than a few times. Though, he’s never had it as often as yours.

He knows how to handle the “basics” of depression.

Insomnia, eating habits, exhaustion, the thoughts… he’s had it all before.

He truly did just never think it’d happen to someone so close to him.

Despite his initial shock at the news, Dutch went straight into his “let me take care of you” modes and did all that he could to help.

Sleep in his bed tonight if yours is feeling cold. Share a meal with him, doesn’t matter if you won’t eat too much or most of it. Don’t want to talk? That’s alright, he can fill in the blanks. You feel like jumping off the nearest cliff? Why don’t you take a horse ride with him to help get you some “fresh air”. You don’t have to stop anywhere, just go where the wind takes you.

He’s calm and rational throughout your dips, always being by your side and warning others of your case.

He doesn’t walk on eggshells when talking about your mentality but he’s not rough with it either. He just wants to make sure you’re okay in the end.

[modharlow]

Hello! Loving what I’ve seen of your blog so far, you’re an excellent writer! Could we have some more of Tilly x Reader? I’m honestly so down for any content, the one shot that you did made me so happy! xx

Tilly was a simple woman, you came to that realization long ago. She wanted to escape her past and start anew—albeit, she admitted to not thinking that this was going to be the path she went down. Doesn’t mean she regrets it, she said once.

From the times you two spent together you knew that she was was you wanted—needed.

To protect her, cherish her, have the world at her command, was what you wanted… but things never turn out the way we plan, huh?

”I’m not leaving you.” Her tone was firm, she wasn’t going to back down, but her eyes showed the sad and gentle betrayal she held in. “Not now, not ever. I… you… we made a promise.”

Oh, how the crack in her voice made you want to hold her in your arms like all those nights ago, both smiling like goofballs near the warm fire of camp. Javier was there singing a tune in the language you never bothered to learn. It was… perfect. Breathtaking.

So was she.

”Our promsie,” you started as you lead her to her trusted horse, “is why I’m leading you to safety.”

”Stop. STOP.” She pleaded out, her fingers digging into your forearm desperately.

Quietly, you gently moved your hands to her face, thumbs brushing away at the waterline of her eyes, and kissed her. You hoped it would tell her all the words you didn’t have time to say; I love you, I miss you, We’ll be OK, Don’t forget me, but most importantly… Move on.

And she kissed back with everything she had—all the love and sadness her heart filled up with, along with the underlining “I’ll never love anybody else” she felt.

After parting, you let out a shaky breath. You didn’t want to do this, leave her, but you had a brother-in-arm’s to help. “Tilly Jackson,” you helped her atop her horse, her nails dragging along at the reigns anxiously. You let out a silent chuckle, taking your hat and putting it on her head, “I have never, and will never, love a woman like you.”

She let out a soft tsk, a solem smile on her lips. “‘Nd I’ll never love someone quite like you either, cowpoke.”

With a nod of your head, you hit the horse on it’s rear and watched with a silent prayer as she rode off with Dutch’s hidden money and a new path at life.

”Now.” You turned towards your own saddled horse and quickly got on it, speaking with a lopsided grin.

“Let’s go confront us a bastard!”

[modharlow]

Today was one of those days again. The sky looked stormy yet shed no rain, the sun barely peeking out for a second before sheltering itself away. People were bustling about to do their everyday work, all seeming to enjoy themselves. Oh, how you wish that were you, but alas it was not. No, you were out here, passing through Valentine, because some sorry excuse of a father left the camp again. “Probably drunk off his ass again.” You lowly hissed out.

When Charles came up to Dutch and reported the missing man, the leaders eyes happened to fall on you to retrieve him. Fortunately he also sent Arthur with you. “I trust you kid,” Dutch started off as he lead you to your horse, “but not enough to believe you won’t kick Mr. Swanson’s ass.”

Well… at least he was cautious because he was right. If it had been just you, you would’ve beat the man black and blue—mostly out of anger but if you happen to fix whatever the hell was going on in that mans brain then that’d work fine too.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lied hands on him, though you never want “too far”. Given everything he’d done, or hasn’t done for better words, you going easy on him was a mercy.

”Aw, now now, little birdy,” Arthur’s voice cut through your thoughts, “I know that face. Don’t tell me you plannin’ on killin’ him this time?” His tone was joking but you couldn’t help the silent “and if I do?” that came out.

Letting out a whistle, the outlaw adjusted his hat. “You ever gonna tell me what’s the bad blood between you two?”

”On my deathbed, maybe.”

”Don’t be like that.” He replied, his tone growing soft. “He’s still your father. Doesn’t help that he’s always drunk, I know, but he’s tryin’.”

You swore you’ve never felt such hot rage boil deep inside your veins. Your knuckles turned white from your grip in the horses’ reins and your teeth clenched down to prevent you from shouting at your friend. “Arthur,” your voice was tense, just like your body, “don’t be defendin’ that man when you’ve no reason.”

The ride was silent now, save for the goodhearted people that said hello to either of you as you passed, until you both made it out of town.

Arthur let out a long sigh before taking lead and changing the direction you both were going. “C’mon, we’re gonna talk this out, you ‘nd me.”

”Arthur-”

”We’ll find him, trust me. We always do. Right now you just need to explain to me why the hell you hate his guts so much when neither of you even look at each other.”

You took note at the new destination. It was somewhere away from the roads, perfect for a private talk.

Now it was your turn to let out a long sigh. You didn’t say anything until you both ended up by some trees. From there Arthur got off his horse and motioned for you to do the same. When you did he sat both you down at the foot of a tree, perfectly protected from prying ears and the possible rain if it were to happen.

Leaning his head against the tree, Arthur spoke. “When you joined our camp you were so happy, so giddy. You didn’t have a care in the world. It was… nice. A nice change of pace.”

”I was young then. I didn’t understand anythin’.”

”What makes you think you understand now?”

Scoffing, you turned away from him brought your knees to your chest. Silently, you said, “I understand enough to know he’s a dead-beat dad.”

”Feel like elaboratin’?”

It became silent again. The horses were eating grass as the tree swayed itself side-to-side, birds flying overhead in a mixture of dull colors. All were unaware of the grief and burning hatred you held inside.

Taking in a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth, you started to pick at the dirt and rocks in the ground. “I was four when mama died.” You breathed out. “I didn’t know that’s what it was. Just thought she was nappin’, y’know? She’d always seemed so… tired.” You faintly turned to face Arthur. “Was like she lost her light.” A soft chuckle filled the moment. “Guess in the end… she did, huh?”

”I’m… Listen, I-”

”You wanna know how she died, Arthur?” You were facing him now, your face calm yet the grip you had on a spare rock from the ground said otherwise. “She used the exact mechanisms my father’s usin’ right now.” You turned your attention to the rock in your hands, fingers nimbly toying with it. “Turns out, you know, that she didn’t want a child. She wanted to be free… but was tied down because of me—and dad? Oh, well, he had his teachings to do. No, he could never come home on time or spend some moments with his only kid.” You tossed the rock away from you, your eyes narrowing to keep yourself at bay. “Don’t think he wanted a child either.”

”Now that ain’t true.” Arthur interjected before flinching slightly at your glare yet not faltering. “I dunno about your mama but Reverend loves you.”

”If he loved me then why the hell are we out here having to look for his sorry ass?!” You yelled, getting up from your spot and walking away a few steps. “If he loved me then why was he never there for me? When men would be lookin’ at me weirdly, or when kids would hurt me ‘cause I only had one parent? What about when I was almost kidnapped ‘cause his dumbass had a damn “meeting” to go too, huh?”

Arthur got up too with his hands held up in surrender as he took careful steps towards you. “Easy now. It’s okay. You’re okay.” But his words fell on deaf ears as you let your pent up emotions explode inside you.

”I was six when I learned what death was. I tried killin’ myself, then tried again a few months later. I was eight when I tried to talk to him only for him to push me away. I was nine when I ran away before comin’ back. It’s funny, you know, ‘cause it was like he didn’t notice I was gone.” You swallowed down the sob that desparely wanted to come out, instead letting whimpers leave your mouth. “I was fourteen when I realized he didn’t care for me. He never did, he only worries about himself—if you can even call whatever he’s doin’, “worrying”.”

You furiously wiped at your eyes, teeth eating away at your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying more. “Arthur. Arthur, I’m bein’ honest when I say this,” you took in a shaky breath, “I’ve dreamt of killin’ him. I’ve always felt free when I did it, too. It felt so refreshin’ to me. Was like chains were melted off and I could finally run again. It’s a feelin’ I chase after every time we have to look for him.”

When you looked up at Arthur with those vulnerable eyes, he was at a loss for words. He thinks back to his own memories of you being that happy-go-lucky kid he grew up with and felt his chest tighten. So was that all a facade so you could hide away your pain? How had he not noticed to sooner? Did anyone else know? Dutch? Hosea? You were close to those two but… did you ever really let them in?

”I’m… I’m sorry, I…” Those were not the words he wanted to say. Truly, he didn’t know what to say. He knew Swanson was not an ideal father but this—this is how you were treated? How you lived your life? “I don’t… know what to say.”

”No one ever does.”

After a short pause, Arthur felt his own anger begin to form when your died down. “Why the hell do we still keep him ‘round then? If he’s like this to you, then why don’t we just get rid of him? You’re the only one we really need. You hunt, fish, and you can even haggle someone almost as well as Hosea! He doesn’t do shit-”

”Arthur, I thank you for feelin’ my anger for me but it’s… I hate him, I do, but it’s more complex than that.” Now you felt bad for pulling your friend along with your emotions. You should’ve kept your mouth shut like you always had, only showing anger when it was just you and your dad alone.

Huffing, Arthur let his hands hold onto his belt as he leaned on his foot. “Well… we got all the time in the world for you to talk.”

While you dried off your wet face with your sleeve, you tried to formulate the correct words. “It’s… hard to explain. If he’s gone then… I’ll have no more blood-family. ‘Nd despite everythin’, well, he still let me go with him to join Dutch when he could’ve left me.” You voice trailed off, your eyes straying from the looks Arthur was giving you. “I-I know, okay? It’s idiotic for me to feel like this even after all that’s happened but I just—I can’t leave him to fend for himself. He lost his wife, ‘nd now I’m all that he has. Even if we don’t talk…”

”I don’t think I’ll ever understand you.” Arthur muttered as he took steps towards you. “I ain’t ever been in your boots so I guess I can’t say much but,” cautiously, he put his arms around you, “if you ever want his ass gone, just say so. Or if you… if you wanna leave ‘nd let him stay with the gang then… that’s alright. Just tell me beforehand, okay? I’d be mighty down if you up and left without a goodbye.”

You nodded your head while you returned the hug. Your eyelids stung and your body felt heavy from your outbursts of emotions, though you couldn’t deny how safe you felt right at this moment.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself get lost in the feeling of being openly loved by someone you held dear to you.

Arthur had been your first since you were first welcomed to the gang and a side of you berated yourself for keeping silent from him for so long. Still, within these moments, you felt alright. You felt… free. “I won’t leave. Not when I have someone like you lookin’ out for me.” You tried to bury yourself deep into his chest, wanting to stay with this comfort for much longer. Softly, you whispered out, “Thank you.”