#red dead redemption dutch

[marttapav]

and if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered I lie.

[marstonsboy]

you guys remember how dutch says “when i’m gone, they’ll just find another monster. they have to, because they have to justify their wages” to john before he dies? now remember that and try not to think about jack marston killing a former government agent and dooming himself to the life of an outlaw at nineteen years old. try not to think about how he made himself the new monster the bureau wanted dead.

[drizzledrawings]

Gaslight, gate keep, I have a goddamn plan

[mango-pudding4u]

Wanted dead or alive 🚬🍂

[strawberrinoz]

lmao i made some quickies here catch

[cowboyrainy]

:T

[raccooninadumpsterrr]

VAMPIRE DUTCH

[thelonelylemonsquare]

The modern AU I have created with my sister has taken over my very soul lmao

Note: Hosea and Dutch are both “unlabeled” as I don’t really see either of them using labels to describe their relationship/s

[yeralrightboah]

Finding the O'Driscoll's

[i-love-max-verstappen]

Idk I’m bored

[lacrymatoryao3]

Bloedzuiger

Dutch Van der Linde/GN!Reader

Dutch Van der Linde is a vampire who crashes your family's party and targets you as his next victim.

#### 1,715 Words (AO3 Link)

You weren’t in the habit letting strangers into your home. You knew the risks of that from living in such a violent town full of cowboys, miners, and outlaws in equal measure. But on that evening your family was hosting a party. So when a knock came from the front door, you thought nothing of it. The man who stood in front of you looked familiar enough to you. Perhaps a distant relative you only saw one or twice in your life, or someone who lived in the area that your family was cordial with.

He introduced himself as a Mr. ‘Dutch’ Van der Linde. He took your hand in his with two gold rings on his fingers. On his pinky a circular one with the face of a lion that had two small rubies for eyes. On his middle was a larger rectangular signet ring with a gold D in black enamel in a Gothic font. He pressed his thin and abnormally cool lips to your top palm. His facial hair tickled your flesh, a black and well groomed mustache and an unshaven patch just above his chin.

He gave an odd energy. It was alluring, yet your deepest instincts shivered. Despite it, you were drawn to him. He was an older gentleman, but not elderly. Somewhere in his 40s, if you had to guess. He was quite tall and slender, but something told you he held incredible strength if the circumstances called for it.. His black hair was long, swept behind his ears and reached down to his neck. It was mostly straight, except with thick and loose curls at the ends. His almond shaped and wide set eyes were also dark. In the mixture of night outside and the kerosene fed lighting inside, they almost glowed like amber. Even stranger, they were piercing. As he gazed at you, it felt like he was reading your very thoughts and it only further fascinated you. It kept you looking upon his angular face, with high cheekbones that had a noticeable mole on the right one and a large well shaped nose.

His fine clothing was also dark. He had on a black velvet, wide lapel frock coat that made his figure striking. The lining of it a deep red silk, in the pocket was a well folded handkerchief that corresponded with it. His vest was also velvet and red, with gold buttons and a matching single watch chain suspended from one of them. His pants were black, the usual cut that men wore though a bit tighter than what was normal, covering his black leather boots.

It was only a brief moment that felt like hours. You welcomed him in. When he stepped over the threshold you felt and icy breeze. You led him into the large parlor where everyone else was. You offered him a drink, but he refused. He excused himself by explaining he doesn’t partake in alcohol. He wasn’t much interested in the table of canapes either, but he did help himself to a cigar.

You excused yourself to allow Dutch to mingle with the other guests. It was difficult to do so, like something had possessed you to desire to only want his attention in return for yours. You didn’t stray far. As he wandered around and chatted, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You weren’t the only one, except in the eyes of your families and partygoers there was a glimmer of deep unease when they were near him.

It was a short time later he returned to you. He found you sitting quietly in the corner with a glass of wine. His warm smile and gentle gaze intoxicated you more than spirit you were sipping ever could. He leaned over you playfully, the shadow of his form enveloped you and made you dizzy. His voice was more stimulating than the music playing over the phonograph.

Dutch extended his hand to you, “Would you care to dance with me?”

“Of course!” You replied, exhilarated by the offer.

Standing up, the both of you went to an empty spot in the room. He quickly swept you close to him, resting one hand on your lower back and taking one of your hands into his ringed one. Like his lips, they were abnormally cold. His firm hold that made your heart race, to the point you couldn’t feel his at all. It was as if he took control of your body as you twirled almost inhumanly around the floor. The people around side eyed the two of you nervously, but you didn’t care. Nor did you have any concern when you caught a glimpse of yourself – and only yourself – in a large mirror on the wall. He seemed completely absent.

You spent the rest of the evening in his company until it became late into the night when people began to leave. You felt so high, so alive, it was almost unbearable to think of parting with him. If it had not been scandalous, you would have begged him to stay. As you saw him to the door, it felt like he could sense it.

“Don’t worry,” Dutch said soothingly, “I’m sure we will see each other again.”

You deeply hoped that would be true.

When you crawled into your bed after everything was cleaned up and settled, you couldn’t help but feel a little lonely. What manner of a man, this Dutch Van der Linde, made you long for him so? What about him made you want? To throw away all propriety? To risk your reputation? You felt like you were missing a part of you, withdrawing from the strongest drug.

You turned onto your side, taking one of your pillows and holding onto it. You pretended it was him. Lying beside you, holding you in his arms, speaking all those pretty little things he did during the party. His voice soothing you into sleep.

In between the realm of slumber and wakefulness you started to hear something strange at your window. At first you ignored it, thinking it was a lucid dream. It became more insistent and demanding. It sounded like tapping against the glass. You sat up, trying to figure out what it could be. It wasn’t a tree branch, the elms and oaks weren’t close enough to the house. It persisted until you finally got up to investigate. You pulled the curtains back, flooding yourself and the room in bright moonlight. You lifted the lower pane of you window and stuck your head out. You couldn’t see anything when you looked around, except a blanket of mist on the lawn.

It moved with an intelligence you had never seen, one that hypnotized you. It crawled along the grass and up the outer wall of the house. It poured through the window and surrounded you in a cold embrace you welcomed. It felt like someone was taking hold of your shoulders, gently but firmly guiding you backward to your bed.

You sat down and laid back obediently. In the mist, there were little flecks of dust. They whirled around in front of you, taking on a human shape as they danced quicker and gathered together. At first he was just a phantom, then materialized was the man who had become the object of your desire. It didn’t disturb your sense of soothing calm. You just stared at him with half closed eyes.

Dutch was sitting at the edge of your bed hovering over you. He looked just the same was earlier, except his eyes glowed more intensely and he changed his clothes to a brocaded black vest with a red back panel. The watch chain suspended from the button had a red gem suspended from it. He caressed your cheek with his fingertips. They then trailed down your face to the left side of your neck. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasurable and repulsive at the same time. You gasped, your head tilting over to give him better access to the delicate flesh. He leaned in closer until you could feel his breath on your skin, causing it to tickle in an unfamiliar way.

“Yes, yes, just relax…” Dutch whispered in your ear, opening the collar of your nightclothes and pulling it away from your body, “Don’t you worry. I only take what I need.”

His tongue darted out of his mouth. He pressed it against your shoulder and slowly dragged it along where your jugular vein was hidden beneath the surface. He stopped halfway when he found a particularly sensitive spot that made you groan under the pressure. He let out a low chuckle.

You could only pant when his lips latched onto that area of your neck, then the tips of two sharp eye teeth. Then you felt them pierce you. Your eyes widened as an unbearable and stinging pain tore through your body. It slowly dissipated, being replaced by a tranquillizingly warm numbness. You felt a hot wetness from the wounds he created, which he sucked and licked up with satisfied sighs.

He was drawing large amounts of blood, at least from your point of view. Even if you wanted to stop him, you couldn’t. The moment he bit you he controlled you. He owned you. He now knew every little thing about you. Your hopes, your fears. Your thoughts and desires. Your personality was bared before him as he drank.

Time seemed to slow. It felt like the entire night went by in your stupor, until he finally had his fill. He closed the wounds and lifted his head. You finally saw the face of a human man, a mask hiding the creature underneath. You could see the stains of your blood on his lips.

“You are a delight.” Dutch said, “I will make a visit to you again.”

He kissed your forehead and stood, leaving out of the window from where he came. You closed your heavy eyes. Weak and light headed, you fell into a deep and dreamless unconsciousness.

In the morning at breakfast your family noticed your paleness and how frail you seemed. They wanted to call for a doctor, which you refused. You would become strong again in time. When you did, you hoped Dutch would keep his promise.

[cherryrainn]

Hello! If you still write for RDR, could I request some general relationship headcanons for Hosea and Dutch with an S/O (separately)?

━━ ✧ 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; hosea matthews + reader, dutch van der linde + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; i love these old farts

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀𝘼 ★

hosea is a gentleman with a touch of old-world charm.

he believes in courtship and traditional values, making the relationship feel like a slow-burning, timeless romance.

hosea appreciates intellectual conversations and enjoys spending time discussing literature, history, and philosophy.

if you share these interests, you'll often find yourselves engrossed in deep conversations late into the night.

hosea is a complex man with a troubled past, and you understand and accept him for who he is.

you provide emotional support and comfort when hosea reflects on his actions and past mistakes.

despite hosea's calm and composed exterior, he appreciates and reciprocates affection.

you find comfort in his gentle touch, whether it's a hand on the small of your back or a reassuring squeeze during tense moments.

hosea's calm demeanor is a source of stability for you.

in the gang's turbulent lifestyle, you find comfort in hosea's presence, knowing he'll be there to guide you through the storms.

hosea respects your independence and personal space.

he understands the importance of allowing you room to breathe, especially in a life as tumultuous as yours.

despite his sometimes serious demeanor, he enjoys surprising you with small gestures of affection.

this could be a wildflower picked during a ride or a stolen moment to dance under the moonlight.

𝘿𝙐𝙏𝘾𝙃★

dutch sees you as his equal in strategic thinking.

he values your input in planning and respects your ability to provide valuable insights.

your partnership is not just emotional; it extends to the tactical decisions that shape the fate of the gang.

despite dutch's strong exterior, he appreciates the emotional support you provide.

in moments of doubt or internal conflict, you stand by him, offering a listening ear and reassurance.

your unwavering support is his anchor in the storm.

he takes pride in your refined taste and elegance, often complimenting you on your attire.

the two of you make a striking pair, and dutch enjoys showcasing your style during social events, making a statement wherever you go.

behind closed doors, dutch reveals a more vulnerable side to you.

the weight of leadership and the challenges they face weigh heavily on him, and in these private moments, he seeks comfort and warmth in your presence.

dutch can't help but feel a protective instinct towards you.

he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety in dangerous situations, showcasing a softer, more caring side that few get to witness.

dutch, despite his stoic demeanor, expresses affection in subtle ways.

it could be a gentle touch, a lingering gaze, or a soft smile reserved only for you. these gestures speak volumes about the depth of your connection.

you understand the heavy burden of leadership that dutch carries.

while he may be the charismatic leader of the gang, you see the toll it takes on him.

your empathy and understanding become a source of strength for him, creating a unique bond.

[marstonsboy]

every time i make any kind of au for rdr it just gets sadder than canon for no justifiable reason. the other day i had the evil thought of “wouldn’t it have been fucked up if dutch actually shot john on that cliff and jack went after his uncle dutch for revenge years later” and now i can’t get it out of my head. what the hell.

[dutchieliciousplans]

I've got a plan, John. This is a budget one.

Waiting for the rest of the stuff I need for the cosplay to come 👀 I need to adjust this shirt and I do have a plan for the necklace to make it look more accurate but so far holy fuck I did not thought I could pull of RD1 Dutch cosplay on a budget 😭 definitely gonna make the whole thing more accurate considering I hit plan-deprived with this one especially on the shoes 😩

[mango-pudding4u]

Too sweet for me 🚬🍂☕️🥃

[hllziepop]

I feel physically sick after the ending