#so is paytah

[mayweneverdie]

LAST ONE!!! LAST ONE I SWEAR!!!! Eagle Flies road trip headcannons because I feel like he’d love country stores or roadside attractions

Aye aye captain 🫡

EAGLE FLIES ROADTRIP?!!?

Cw:

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Loves being the driver

Everyone else hates it

Usually you’ll be seated in front while Paytah is in the back

Makes lineups/playlists for roadtrips and refuses to deviate

The plan is barely a plan at all

1) go to state over 2) uuuhhhh 3) road trip!

The only thing really planned is which highways yall take so yall can hit as many road side attractions as you can

Hand on you at all times while driving

Usually on your thigh

Sometimes while yall are stopped at a gas station you and Paytah will switch seats and he won’t realize you two switched until Paytah calls him gay

When y’all inevitably pull into a parking lot to sleep for the night, it’s like you’re the third wheel

They cuddling and shit

Which seems like it should be impossible cause of the lack of room, but they figure it out

Pulls over for every major sign they see to take a picture

Finally agrees to rent a motel after two days of you begging for a real bed and shower

Ends up with a one bed room so yall have to share one bed

Or one of yall can sleep on the customary cuck chair

But usually just all three of you snoozing together until you banish Paytah to the cuck chair

After yall leave Eagle Flies likes to give you grief for it as if another night in the truck wasn’t gonna fuck up you spine

Eventually all yall decide to visit a national park for a day

He returns to his roots and makes some lizards play space invaders

Posts the worst pics of you to his story

“Delete that!”

“But you’re so cute!” (you look like you escaped area 51)

Buys a those dorky shirts and hats from the gift shop

And maybe a little treat for you

Unless Paytah eats it first

Has his phone on airplane mode almost the entire time and when he turns it off his dad is blowing up his phone wondering where tf he is

Sends a picture of the three of yall in front of the national park sign

Air plane mode turned back on

On the way back, he lets Paytah drive

He’s arguably worse than him

Drags you into the backseat to lay with him

“Don’t be fucking back there!”

You have to deal with that for the next 7 hours until yall pull into another parking lot to sleep

The final stop before getting home is to a rite aid to print off the pictures

His dad was absolutely worried and scolded him

Bro doesn’t know he has another road tripped plan for the next weekend

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I LOVE EAGLE FLIES :3

[tempting-andromeda]

Making out with eagle flies and paytah hcs plz I can’t stop thinking about them and I would say something maybe gross but idk how you feel about that so I won’t say

This felt like a confessional and it made me laugh so I HAVE to do it

Eagle flies

I think Eagle flies would be the type to try to start kisses off innocent but suddenly he’s grabbing onto the back of your head and deepening the kiss

Key word is try

It’s the demons inside of him

Somehow the moment he touches your head an innocent kiss turns into a make out

Always has to pull away as if he realized he left the stove on

It takes him a bit to realize he’s allowed to make out with you

Acts a little cocky and teases but the moment you return the energy he’s dazed

Always grabs onto your hips when you two make out

Likes to steal a quick makeout before you two leave one another and then he gets hot and bothered

It pisses him off

Uses his thumb to toy with your bottom lip as you two kiss

Will sometimes whisper to you in between kisses

His lips always somehow travel to your neck to leave bites and hickeys and he acts like he was forced to do so

You have to manually pull him away

Paytah

Always leans in as if he’s giving you a soft peck but he automatically deepens it

If you pull away he chases after your lips

Always a little dazed after a makeout

He has a dopey smile on his lips and he can’t stop staring at you

That man is in love!

Sometimes his kisses are all teeth though

He gets too eager

But it’s not a negative thing

He will sometimes pant against your lips before diving in for more

Will accidentally start a makeout right before you two leave for somewhere and he always acts apologetic but it does it multiple times

He’s always trying to hold you while you two kiss

His hands are on your face, waist, in your hair

Cannot keep his hands to himself!

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Van Der Linde Gang's Fav Body Part On Their S/O

(Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, Dutch Van Der Linde, Kieran Duffy, Sean Macguire, Eagle Flies)

Warnings: NSFW

Arthur Morgan - I’m under the belief his favorite body part would be something non sexual. He’d probably like your hands the most. Hand holding, hand kissing, etc… Especially if your hands contrast his greatly; gentle and soft to his calloused and rough. He’d probably do that thing where you guys press hands up against each other and just be fascinated by the size difference. Also loves to hold hands when you fuck, makes it so much more intimate and gives him a sense of security. 

John Marston - Ngl he’s probably a tits man. But he's subtle about it. Will never outwardly say it but you would catch him staring at your cleavage, or even just the outline of your breasts if you're wearing something form fitting. Type of guy to hold one of your boobs while he falls asleep. Definitely wakes up with a boner. 

Javier Escuella - Strangely enough, your ears. Love nipping them or sucking on your lobes. Even as a joke he'll blow into them or squeeze your ears to get a reaction out of you. Especially loves whispering dirty things into your ears while y'all are in public, and even during sex he'll do it. 

Charles Smith - Your tummy! Loves smoothing his hand over it, and if he can, he'll love squeezing or holding it. Only if you allow him to of course. Whenever y'all have sex he will just look on in fascination, and if y'all are on your sides he'll hold it or wrap his arms around your midriff. Definitely presses down on it when he fucks you.

Dutch Van Der Linde - 100% a tits guy. And is very overt. Thinks he's slick but he ain't. If you're wearing something flattering that accentuates your breasts he'll say "You look lovely, my dear" while his eyes slowly drift to your cleavage. Type of guy to say "I like your necklace" as an excuse to stare. Also plays around them with near obsession whenever he can. And going back on the necklace thing, will buy them for you so he can disguise his staring with "admiring how beautiful it looks on you"

Kieran Duffy - He'd also like your legs, but more specifically, your thighs. Even as a non sexual thing, he'll use them as a pillow and sleep peacefully. Is very gentle with you, and even during sex he'll ask before he can even touch them. Likes to put a hand on your thigh if you're sitting next to each other, runs soothing circles on em, gives reassuring squeezes 

Sean Macguire - Legs. Literally turns into an animal whenever he catches even a GLIMPSE of your legs. And he will straight up tell you he is looking. Insists on changing with you all the time just to see em, and during sex he'll probably give you a full leg massage just so he can palm and grope at them. Grabs at your calves and moves all the way up to your inners thighs gripping with a near bruising force. 

Eagle Flies - Ass man. Idky I just get a feeling. And I can come up with so many funny scenarios because of it. In private will slap it every chance he gets, if you walk past, if you bend over, if it's up in the air while you're laying in bed. If you get mad he'll apologize shamefully. Also I can imagine in public he's been caught by Paytah or even caught by his dad staring at your ass while talking to someone. During sex he definitely gropes it all the time, you’re bruised like 24/7. He’d probably BEG to try anal ngl. 

[frozen-waters]

Write for eagle flies and rains fall NOW!!!!

Please and thank you :3

ok ❤️ yay ❤️ most of these are also modern

Eagle Flies and Rains Fall hcs!!!!!!!

• in modern when Eagle Flies was a little baby he had a onesie that matched with a shirt Rains Fall would wear

• Rains Fall would also drags Eagle Flies to Lowes any chance he got

• when they text each other they're the driest texters ever

• -> Rains Fall loves the 👍 and 👎 emojis. when Eagle Flies texts his dad something with "😭" in it Rains Fall responds with "why are you crying"

• Rains Fall went to soooo many of Eagle Flies field trips

• Eagle Flies wears shirts they say dumb shit on them all the time and every time Rains Fall sees them he either chuckle about the shirts or will go "why would you wear something that says that" (there's a cuss word on Eagle Flies shirt)

• Rains Fall will also call Eagle Flies out of nowhere just to tell him about something he saw on the news

• Rains Fall always wanted to go to one of those daddy daughter dances. he hopes he can do something like that if Eagle Flies ever has a daughter

• idrk if this is a headcannon but i like to think of Rains Fall cutting up apples for Eagle Flies no matter how old he is

• Rains Fall also likes brushing down Eagle Flies horse for him occasionally

• reminiscers

• in modern Rains Fall keeps a change of Eagle Flies' clothes in his closet just in case

• Eagle Flies has so many of his dads old knick-knacks in his truck

• cannot play board games together

• Paytah has a few honorary appearances in Rains Fall's photo albums

sorry that this took ten billion years

[phasewashere]

susan grimshaw wears victorian goth. karen wears like. trailer park trash fashion and i mean that in the highest regard. sean dresses like a cliché stoner. john,javier, and eagle flies (paytahs also there) are the emo unholy trinity. abigail dresses like its the early 2000s jean skirt and all. charles is a hoodie sweats and too many layers of clothing king. arthur dresses like hes on brokeback mountain. dutch dresses like he plays golf regularly (he doesn't). hosea dresses like the gayest theatre kid you can conceive. bill wear strictly camo cus he thinks it makes him look tough. it doesnt. reverend swanson just. dresses like a protestant preacher. uncles got that karm fit with the really questionable graphic tee and sports cap. lenny wears 90s preppy style but not. white 90s preppy style. prince of bel aire. to me. 90s sitcom fashion. marybeth wears strictly vintage and frequents any yard sale and flea market. tilly wears hand-me-downs but she makes them look cool and sows patches n shit onto them. like. the cool patched shit you find at thrift shops. kieran just wears the ideal dysphoria/depression fit. strauss is a proud old man clothing wearer. he still dresses like its 1950. pearson just dresses like a 1980s dad with his many patterned sweaters and khaki shorts. trelawny only dresses in the most disgustin gaudy eyebleed fashion known to man. and his bath robes are extravagant and layered. micah dresses like eminem but he looks so fucking cringe and stupid. his ankle moniter doesnt help either. molly exists solely in cozy wear and flowey skirts. and platform heels. sadie wears exclusively mens clothing but also like 70s mens work wear and also always dresses like shes on brokeback mountain. like the butch she is.

[verdemoun]

Please please please tell me Rains Fall and Eagle Flies are in your timewarp AU, if the answer is yes PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RAMBLE ABOUT THEM I LOVE YOUR AU SO SO MUCHHHH

rains fall def isn't getting timewarped he deserves to pass away peacefully in his sleep knowing that his people were safe and content, able to build new lives in canada. he got to sit around a campfire one last time with paytah at his side and despite all the devastation and young men lost in 1899 the tribe healed and there's a new generation who will be raised with the freedom of knowing their home will always be theirs and still learn their traditions. he gets to listen to children play and finally find peace with the fact he may have lost all his sons but ultimately the freedom eagle flies had wanted for the wapiti people (even though they lost their land) was secured

EAGLE FLIES ON THE OTHER HAND

arthur was cautiously optimistic that dying might have been enough to chill eagle flies out nope. man found himself a horse and is minutes away from setting a petrol station on fire when they find him

all that anger eagle flies is holding onto would be tenfold for a long damned time in modern era like things are still Not Great for native americans and he would feel awful but vindicated

in a really tragic way grief would be his salvation he would feel so lost and stuck like he misses his father his friends his men. he was angry over losing his home in 1899 but in modern era he's lost his family and while arthur is still a great friend to him and he values that connection it's not family or home and he realizes he doesn't have anything left to be fighting for

BUT IT'S OKAY HAPPY STUFF TIME between arthur being the voice of non-violence (for probably the first time in his life) and learning about interactions between first nations and the us government over the 100+ years between 1899 and modern era eagle flies would come to his own conclusion that while violent protest was often necessary to start negotiation, rights were secured in legal jargon. gotta engage with the system to change and beat the system

he starts studying both history and law with a touch of lenny's tutorage. (he also learns to hide his identity and still goes to protests because he KNOWS that absolute pacifism won't work. you cannot take the absolute rage out of the last son)

it wasn't in his time or rains fall's time but the wapiti people were able to return to the heartlands before modern era so he gets to see his people in their home and no it's not perfect but it's still something so joyous it motivates him to keep being an activist both civilly and violently

there's such a positive exchange of knowledge like eagle flies is able to share traditional stories that were lost to time but also learn traditions that were already lost in 1899 but rediscovered through the exhaustive efforts of the modern era wapiti people

i lied rains fall gets one day in timewarp when he meets his natural death so he sees eagle flies as a matured young man in his 30s and they get to embrace. more importantly they sit down and talk in a way they hadn't been able to for a long time. rains fall gets to tell his son he was always proud of him and understood even through their disagreements eagle flies only ever wanted what was best for their people. eagle flies gets to tell his father he was sorry for not listening: he understands now what rains fall was always trying to tell him about the destructive power of violence (even though rains fall doesn't want or need an apology. he just loves his son and is glad he's getting a chance at a new life )

they get one perfect day where they get to be happy and understand one another

TIME FOR FUNNIES eagle flies accidentally becomes the dutch of isaac's anarchist friend group. he's giving them all the tips on how to get away with political crime. he's not directly involved but there's a whatsapp group where isaac sends selfies with the sawn off head of a columbus statue and eagle flies is living vicariously through them while he maintains his civil activist status

charles is his modern era right hand man. he will go to charles to bitch about stupid local government meetings he's been asked to speak at. he's been in timewarp for almost a decade by the time charles gets there but he's still annoyed by the same stuff charles is and it's very cathartic to hear someone else agree and Get it from their perspective

as a direct result he has the same tongue in cheek humor as charles and arthur is so easy to tease. they'll be hanging out and arthur will ask charles if he can unpack the dishwasher when he has a chance* and both eagle flies and charles will hit him with the 'slave to the white man u_u'. as much as charles tries to assure arthur it was a joke you bet poor arthur is already insisting he can do it himself

i am so sorry i hope this is sufficient rambling

[unmaskthewriter]

Home {Charles Smith x Native!Reader}

A/N: This story went through so many ideas. I couldn’t decide, especially because I just feel like my writing isn’t good enough right now, especially bc I try to keep my writing short bc I am not creative enough for long stories and I’m stretching for ideas because I love to write. Thinking about taking requests. Also reader is gender neutral. Might edit this to be an OC fic later on. Also I apologize if this is a little OOC. It’s my first time writing for Charles.

Warnings: canon typical violence, fluff, angst, mourning/grieving, canon character death

Word Count: 1.8k

1899

You met him one afternoon when he entered the reservation to speak with your father and brother. He was a dark skinned man with a long, black braid down the center of his scalp, ending towards the middle of his back. You were sitting alongside your father.

“Father, when will we draw the line? They’ve stolen our horses, they attack our women—“ Eagles Flies ranted.

“Enough, son. We can have our horses returned without fighting.” Rains Fall tried to dissuade his son. You made eye contact with the strange man.

“Rains Fall is right. I will not start a fight over some horses.” He spoke firmly. Eagle Flies lets out a frustrated sigh, storming from the tent. You quickly follow, witnessing through the flaps of the tent as Eagle Flies mounts the strange man’s horse and rides off into the night.

“He stole your horse.” You state plainly, a small smirk playing at your lips.

“My child, please take Charles Smith and find your brother. He is running toward a dangerous situation.” Rains Fall explains from across the tent. So, Charles is his name.

“I know, Father.” You nod and lead Charles to the hitching posts. In front of you stood a tall, warped brindle Arabian.

“Kiona.” You spoke softly, drawing a carrot from your satchel and feeding her. Quickly mountain, Charles mounts behind you.

“A beautiful horse.” He compliments as you follow the trail out of the reservation.

“Found her just outside the reservation. Tamed her myself.” You smile, lightly gripping the reins. Silence passes.

“What do you think about living here… on the reservation, I mean?” He questions.

“It’s not terrible… but my people have suffered. If I could help them escape, I would but with the U.S Army breathing down our necks, it’s impossible,” You respond, “My brother has good intentions, he just… doesn’t always think things through… why don’t you tell me about yourself, Mr. Smith?”

“I know a few men like that,” Charles chuckled, “and please, call me Charles. Mr. Smith is my father. My mother was Indian, and my father a black man. We lived with her people for some time, until one day, some men took her and never came back… my father was never the same after that.”

“I’m… I’m sorry to hear that.” You respond quietly, a frown tearing at the edges of your lips. Up ahead, Charles spotted his horse on the edge of a camp. After reuniting with Eagle Flies in the camp that Charles and his friends inhabited, your brother gathered a small party to reclaim the stolen horses.

“Arthur, we must go with them… to try to stop things from getting… out of hand.”

“I guess… come along. We can get them more horses.” The older man, Arthur, agreed. Charles turned to you, placing a hand to your shoulder.

“Please, return to your father. We will get the horses back.” Charles reassures you.

“Do not worry about the horses, just bring my brother home safe.”

“I promise.” Charles nods to you before mounting his horse and following the others into the night. You did as Charles had asked, and waited at the reservation for the return of your brother.

Hours passed before you witnessed Eagles Flies, Paytah and Charles leading the horses back into the reservation. Rains Fall watches from the entrance of his tent as you approach the group.

“Don’t run off like that again.” You tell Eagles Flies as you wrap your arms around his slender frame. He chuckles, returning the hug.

“Do not worry about me, little one. I am the one who has to protect you.” He spoke softly before pulling away and walking towards your father. You looked at Charles who stood back a few feet. He mounts his horse as you approach.

“Thank you, Charles… for bringing my brother back safely. I’m… my people are indebted to you.” You declare, gently taking his hand. He squeezes it gently before pulling away and leaving.

You should have expected the U.S Army would retaliate.

They came in the night under the cover of darkness, capturing young men and women of the tribe, you amongst them. With a sack pulled over your head and hands and feet bound with tight rope, you couldn’t see or move. All you could feel was the butt of the gun smashing against your head and knocking you unconscious.

For hours, you drift to and from unconsciousness. The sack had been removed from your head, but you were still bound, suspended from the ceiling. Occasionally, soldiers would come and land a few punches and kicks, trying to elicit a response before giving up.

It wasn’t long before you could hear shouting and… gunfire? You hang there, looking around drearily. One of your eyes was swollen shut, bottom lip busted and bruises littering your frame.

“They’re in here!” A familiar voice shouted and weakly you lifted your head to see Charles breaking the lock on the door. He rushes to your side, carefully cutting the ropes to release you. Swiftly, you fell to the ground with a small groan.

“I’m sorry, come on. Are you alright to walk?”

“… ‘m fine.. where’s my brother?” You asked as Charles wrapped an arm around you and helped you to walk.

“Don’t worry, Arthur has him… come on, let’s get out of here.” He encourages you, mounting his horse and carefully lifting you up. You sit behind him, slumped against him. A gunfight ensues during the escape, but you’re too tired and weak to care.

“Alright, we’re at the river. Let’s get you in a canoe.” His sweet voice explains to you, carefully lifting you from the horse and placing you down in the canoe. You laid back against the seat, too tired to sit up.

“Are they okay?” A voice called out as you closed your eyes.

“We just need to-“

And you were out cold.

It was midday when you awoke, the sunlight bleeding in from the tent flaps. You look around slowly, noticing your bloody clothes had been removed, and replaced with a clean tanned leather dress. Underneath, you were bandaged. You could barely see from your left eye, and upon licking your lips you tasted old blood.

“You’re awake.” Charles entered the tent, kneeling down beside you.

“How long was I out?” You ask, gently rubbing your temple as you sit up. He extends a cup of water, to which you graciously accept.

“Half a day. You were beaten up pretty bad. Eagle Flies is okay, he’s recovering.” Charles answered any questions you’d have. You relax slightly as you drink the water he provided. A moment passes between you both.

“Eagle Flies will not let this go, Charles.” You tell him, setting the cup down on the small nightstand.

“I know, I know… just rest now. It’ll be alright.” He comforts you as you lay back down on the bed to rest and recover.

Days had passed before you and Eagle Flies had recovered from your wounds. You returned to your duties, helping the sick and elderly. It wasn’t long before Eagle Flies demanded justice for those who were hurt by the U.S Army.

“Today, we ride! No longer will we be abused and killed by the Army, for sport, for oil!” He shouted, leading a small war party from camp. You watched as father looked on with a frown before mounting his own horse, and following.

It was a quiet day within the reservation. Eagle Flies had fled with some of the brave warriors of the tribe to strike the heart of the tribe’s issues — Cornwall Kerosene and Tar.

He’s your brother, although sometimes it doesn’t feel as though that’s the case. While he was brave and headstrong, you were more calm and peaceful like your father.

With the galloping of hooves outside, you and your father emerge from the tent. Arthur, pale and sickly, dismounts his horse while Charles follows, carefully helping Eagle Flies down from the horse. You take a small step forward, frowning.

“Bring him to me.” Your father commanded, watching as your brother was transported to the small enclosure. You follow, sitting down beside your father as the men carefully place Eagle Flies down. Rains Fall takes hold of his son’s hand as you place a gentle hand to your brother’s cheek. Tears begin to roll.

“My son.” Rains Fall whispered as his son took his final breath. You sobbed, leaning over your brother’s body. Arthur and Charles left the tent, speaking amongst themselves for a moment.

“I’m sorry, but we must pack and move…”

1907

With the changing of the seasons and the passing of the years, you grew into a young adult. It was shortly after the tribe’s arrival in Canada that Charles Smith left to return to his friends.

“Charles, please, wait!” You call out, following him to his horse. You pull something from your satchel, holding it out to him. It was a trinket adorned with a small moose antler with a coyote fang on one end, and a cougar fang on the other, “Take this.”

Charles carefully takes the trinket, examining the craftsmanship before looking at you, “Thank you. This is… amazing.”

“You are one of us.” You reassure him as he puts on the trinket, mounting his horse. He leans down, taking your hand and squeezing gently.

“Until we meet again.” He tells you before releasing your hand and riding off.

It didn’t take you much longer to leave as well, the pain of your brother’s loss being too much to bear. You wandered across the states, never staying in one place for too long. Your mind often wandered to all those years ago, the people you met, and the people you lost. No matter where you traveled, you always felt like something was missing, never feeling at home. Saint Denis was never your cup of tea, but it was a good place to gather supplies and clean up. The sound of a trumpet filled the streets between the random conversations throughout town and noises from the railroad you had overheard. You were standing outside the post office, sliding a letter over the desk.

“To Rains Fall in Canada,” You mention as you glance to your right for a moment. In the distance, two familiar men were crossing the cobblestones street to the docks. Quickly, you pay the man in the window before leading Kiona to the men.

“Charles?” You called out softly, slowly releasing Kiona’s reins. He stopped, and turned on his heel to face you. He looked different — his hair was no longer shaved and braided but instead splayed freely around his shoulders. He wore a collared shirt and vest that had seen better days. There were some bruises and scarring to his face and knuckles but he was still the man you met all those years ago. Before you knew it, you both were running toward each other to embrace. He lifts you into his arms, taking a slow, deep breath.

“I never thought I’d see you again.” You cry quietly, remembering all too well the day he left.

“I’m here now.” He spoke softly into your neck, his hot breath hitting your soft skin.

Home wasn’t with the tribe. Home didn’t have four walls and a roof. Home was in his arms, you knew that now.

[koskaz-archive]

[revswanson]

This mission / scene is heart-wrenching in general, but this bit specifically? ... Arthur listening to Dutch talk about his plan all coming together- after leaving him to die- hearing him talk about how he just needs more money.

And Paytah, carefully checking on Eagle Flies, naive to the truth, afraid of reality. I didn't catch it all on recording, but you can actually see in the background of this scene for a solid 10 or so seconds, Paytah gently touching Eagle Flies and looking over him sadly.

And Arthur looking between them- looking at Dutch, studying his leader; watching this young man, Eagle Flies, slowly lose his life after putting it on the line for him. Arthur's confused, scared, and so angry- a combination of emotions that will continue to and has plagued him.

[rdrthingies]

Yeehawgust Day 3: Caravan

I knew I wanted to do something for this day but I was struggling to come up with something. So I wrote the gang heading to horseshoe overlook from the perspective of Rainfalls

Rainfalls walked the path with Paytah and his son, their horses lined nicely, the soft sound of hooves hitting dirt and rock. They know they are far from the reservation, farther than the Army would like, but it was the first true blooming of spring and they were determined to thank the Creator for surviving another Winter as they have many years before.

“Father.” His son called to him, pulling his horse to a stop at the ledge. “Down there, look.” He follows his son's gaze, finding a caravan of wagons, five in total.

“There is snow on the covers.” Paytah points out next to him. “They must have been in the mountains.”

“Did they not know of the storm? Why do something so dangerous and foolish?” Eagle Flies questioned, his tone almost like a bite from a dog.

“Perhaps they did not have a choice,” Rainfalls suggests, taking in each person that passed. The man at the front, he was definitely the leader: sitting proud with a fine black coat and well polished boots. There were women in the back of that wagon, young and old, mothers and not. 

The next wagon had a man tied in the back, he was not moving, but Rainfalls was sure he was alive.

More wagons passed, the Chief believing this was more than just a group of settlers. Settlers typically travel by families with each wagon, but here there is no singular family... They are all together.

And they are of all different races too: the Black woman smiling and chatting with the others, the Hispanic man on his horse, keeping a watchful eye out for danger. And another Black man, large, intimidating, but Rainfalls could see the hilt of a tomahawk on his belt... was he?

“What happened?” A voice drew him to the last wagon, which was now a wheel short. The driver, a large and angry white man bickered back and forth with the older gentleman, Father and Son.

The Black man hurried to help them, him and the older man lifting the wagon so the angry onec could lift the wheel back into place. All of them had guns on them, the older man having two. They were certainly more than simple settlers.

The men were packing the things that had fallen, but the Black man turned, as if he could feel their eyes. Watching them.

Rainfalls could feel his son and Paytah tense, awaiting a shot or at the very least a shout of something insulting. But instead the older man simply waved, lifted his hand in greeting, to show he meant no harm in their lands.

As the wagon finally continued on, Chief Rainfalls cleared his throat and spoke. “Let us head back to the Reservation. We should get back before nightfall.” Paytah and his son followed obediently, their horses back in single file and on the path.

[mayweneverdie]

Halloween HC?!?!

Ik it’s nowhere close to Halloween but i love the holiday so y’all getting Halloween hcs

Cw: no beta read

Notes: none

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Eagle Flies

Not big on dressing up

Might pick up some accessories from a spirit halloween, but nothing elaborate

Prefers to stay in and watch horror movies

Gets dragged by paytah to go to a haunted house/corn maze

Favorite halloween candy is probably something like crunch

HATES clown costumes

Thinks its overdone

So ofc he’s super original and goes as a wolf

Likes to put on horror movies with a shit ton of scares to scare you

Will never admit it but he loves watching those 5 minute craft videos of halloween dessert recipes

Made witch fingers one time with his dad and it was really nice

Kinda turned into a silent tradition of making little treats at Halloween time

Has you try all the things he makes, but makes it seem like only his dad made them

Paytah

LOVES dressing up even if its plain

Drags ef to haunted houses/corn mazes

Sometimes he’s able to convince rf to come, but only when its still a bit light out

Loves getting old man masks

Like these

Pretends to stand like rf and gets caught everytime cause ef has a loud fucking laugh

His mom has a rat dog that he loves to dress up and bring with him on walks or to efs house

Favorite candy is the candy corn/pumpkin bs

Not a huge horror movie fan but he still watches

Rains Fall

Has a Dracula-esque costume on lock

Favorite candy is smth like heath or 100 grand

More often than not he’s passing candy out, but sometimes he’ll go with paytah and ef to events

If he sees a costume he doesn’t like he does the 😐 face and shakes his head

If he really hates it he drags his hand down his face

Prefers classic horror movies over newer horror movies

Like Frankenstein or Creature from the Black Lagoon

Also really enjoys watching 5 minute craft Halloween recipes and is not ashamed

Occasionally makes some decorations he sees off the internet

Like these little dudes

He’s just a handy little dude (old man)

—

Spook spooky!!

[tempting-andromeda]

Hey this might be a little silly but… Eagle flies and Paytah with a girlfriend wanting to stack. Stack doughnuts on their dicks (I’m sorry I’ve seen people talking about and thought it would be funny if you ignore this I understand)

NONNIE THIS IS THE FUNNIEST RHINF EVER

Eagle flies and Paytah with a s/o who wants to stack donuts…

Eagle flies

Doesn’t know how to react at first

thinks it’s like a sex thing

But when you explain it’s just a silly little thing he reluctantly complies

He cannot stop giggling though

He just leans back against his bed scrolling on his phone while you do it

He’d let you use it as a beauty blender or a microphone

Gets a picture of it because he thinks it’s so funny

He brags about it

“Yeah I let her stack donuts on it? What about it?”

Refuses to let anyone outside of his friend group know though

Really wanted to eat a donut afterwards but felt a little gross

Paytah

When you first ask him he gets nervous

Is it a prank or something?

But after a bit he allows it

Also chuckles like an idiot

He things it tickles

He doesn’t tell anyone about it but ef

Gets nervous about the icing but he still allows it

Would’ve preferred a bagel or something

When he’s at work he remembers and he starts giggling like an idiot

Does NOT allow pictures of it

He’s already had donuts on his dick because he can’t say no to you but he will say no to that

[cowboyfromh3ll]

it’s so fun to read your writing 😭 do you think you could do something for eagle flies with a short (like 5’0 short) partner? i love height differences they’re so cute to me bro

HC For Eagle Flies With A Short S/O

Ty for enjoying my writing !

Warnings: none

Eagle Flies is a pretty tall guy, so having a short partner would probably be a slight ego boost

Before the two of you dated, he probably flirted by making fun of your height ALL THE TIME, and it was super obvious to Paytah and his dad what he was trying to do

Got called out for it by Paytah and got SUPER defensive

"I'm only poking fun at them? That's all I'm trying to do; it's not that deep."

It was that deep

Walks into you jokingly and says, "didn't see you there" with a slight smirk

Does that thing where he'll grab things you can't reach before politely handing them to you

Tried to be funny once and tried to tease you by dangling it over your head but you just stared back at him

Curled in on himself out of sheer embarrassment when he was finally alone and just cringed at himself for a while

Once the two of you did start dating the jokes would not end

He sort of intimidated anyone from approaching you; imagine just having a tall brooding guy standing behind you sassily mean mugging everyone

LOVES seeing you in his clothes or hoodies, just absolutely dies at the way they're so baggy on you and thinks its the cutest shit ever

And he loves how people are able to tell its your boyfriend's clothes because no way you'd get something that big for yourself

Whenever you hug he holds your face against his chest

Thinks leaning down to kiss you is hilarious

Sometimes he just makes you go on your tip toes to do it

I can imagine him picking you up by your arm pits and holding you against the wall level with his own head

Likes it when you lean on his shoulder but prefers being held and leaning on you

If he sees you boosting yourself up on a surface he'll run to your side and retrieve whatever it is you need for you

Always has an arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist because hand holding can get a little awkward

Every picture the two of you take together consists of him leaning down slightly and you leaning up

And he loves picking you up effortlessly and spinning you around

Sometime he'll go a little far and just toss you around tbh

It doesn't have too much to do with height but I can see him as the type of boyfriend who never posts on social media but when he does, its only you. And the post is followed by a caption saying something absolutely out of pocket and raunchy that leaves you gawking.

[frozen-waters]

rewritten ask!! 🪻 eagle flies with a super kind, gentle, and patient gf. [maybe she's a doctor too, but that's up to you. 🤍] she's super easygoing and softspoken, not often saying much but her words radiate wisdom. she and eagle flies likely met through arthur ((who i'd like to imagine went to her and asked for help with tuberculosis due to her wisdom, but then again, she can't even do anything about it 'cause that's just not her thing)). the two hung out more often as she was quite eager to help the wapiti people get their land back. but peacefully. eagle flies liked this about her, and he confessed, now they're dating. woohoo! the thing is, even though she's usually good at convincing people out of dumb ideas, she couldn't convince eagle flies out of war with the united states army. when he gets injured ((killed? nope. that never happened)) after the battle, she's quick to aid him and she's apologizing a whole bunch, "i'm sorry i wasn't here to help you before," "i'm sorry you had to go through this pain," "i'm so sorry it took me so long to get here," etc. she takes care of him until full recovery ((whether doctor or not)). the end. everyone's happy. yippee!

thank u snookums 🤍

ofc ofc love you for this. also i haven't written an x reader in a bit so idk. I’m also not too sure that I wrote this the way you wanted but I tried and I’m also sorry that this took forever 💀

tw : some light gore, needles (mentioned), light angst (not really a tw but I figured I'd put it in), and definitely medical inaccuracies

Always Here (Eagle Flies x F!Reader)

Night set in on the Wapiti Reservation long ago. Some of the warriors who went off to fight at the oil fields had come back, others weren't so lucky. There still hasn't been any sign of Eagle Flies or Paytah yet, making the worry worse in everyone's stomachs. You and the other women have been helping the wounded men as best as any of you could, but with the sobbing of other people around the Reservation and the smell of metallic blood filling the air, it brought time to a crawl. There wasn't much on your mind as you dug bullets out of men, or stitched up their wounds, but when you'd leave them to rest with their wives, you feared for the state Eagle Flies would be found in.

You loved him dearly, you were afraid of him getting himself killed by going to fight the army. Of course you knew how important this was to him and you'd urge him to be as safe as he could but sometimes all you could do was hope he didn't get shot. You tended to his wounds when Charles had returned him from Fort Wallace, he hadn't spoken much, you understood why.

There was commotion outside the tent you were in as you sewed the gash on a man’s bicep back together, people had muttered things about Eagle Flies and your heart sank to your stomach, worry washing over you. You tied off the stitches and patted the man on the shoulder, offering him a smile before you wiped off your hands on your skirts and stood up, exiting the tent. There's a small gathering of people outside of Rains Fall's tent, you stand towards the back and wait for whoever was in their to come out and shed some light on what was happening.

It's another moment or two before Arthur and Charles come out of the tent, they turn and speak to each other for another minute before they hug, Arthur turns to leave. You glance at Charles before you follow Arthur.

"Arthur," You call to him. He stops in front of his horse and turns to face you. "What happened? Is Eagle Flies- is he-?"

"He's alive, don't worry." He takes a step closer to you and your shoulders relax. "Looks like you've been busy." He gestures loosely to your bloodied clothes, you hum in response and clasp your hands together in front of you, looking back at Rains Fall's tent, everyone had dispersed and began to pack the little belongings they had. "Charles says it's best if the Wapiti get outta here."

"What about you?" You turn to him again.

"Guess I'll just go back to doin' what I've always done."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, go help Eagle Flies." He waves towards the tent and turns to mount his horse. You had known since Arthur first came to you that there'd be no way for his tuberculosis to die down, but it hurt seeing him get sicker, even if you hadn't known him before he had gotten so bad.

"Goodbye, Arthur." You take a few steps back as he maneuvers his horse back onto the path.

"So long, miss." Arthur tips his hat to you and rides out of the Reservation. You turn and head to Rains Fall's tent, Eagle Flies is laying on a bedroll inside, his father kneeling next to him. You sit next to Rains Fall, Eagle Flies eyes are closed, but his chest moves up and down as he breathes, his breathing slightly labored. You place your hand on the nape of his neck and run it down his shoulder. Rains Fall doesn't speak to you, he only looks at his son as he waits for him to say something. You look at the bullet wound on his abdomen and sigh.

"I will stay." Rains Fall says to you, his voice hoarse.

"I wasn't going to ask you to leave." He looks at you for a moment before he slides over a little, you move into the spot he was in previously. Eagle Flies eyes open slightly when you place a hand on his stomach, he sits up a tiny bit only for his father to place his hand on his shoulder and push him back down.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there earlier to help you." You say to Eagle Flies, your voice breaking slightly. He looks at you, slightly confused, but still with that tiredness and hurt in his eyes.

"Do not apologize," He mutters as he watches you grab for the tweezers you had tied around your hip.

"I... this will hurt." You tell both him and Rains Fall. Another woman had let herself into the tent with whiskey and bandages, you watch her as she sets them on the ground next to you and mutter a small, "Thank you" to her, she looks to you for a second and nods before she leaves. Eagle Flies clenches his jaw as you start digging around in his wound for the bullet, his grunts are muffled by his mouth, tears prick at your eyes as you watch more blood spill from the wound. There’s a horrible squelching sound that you’ve heard before, Eagle Flies lifts his hand and grabs your wrist as you finally find the bullet and begin to pull it out.

“I know, I know.” You tried to soothe him, he hisses through his teeth, his grip only tightening. “I’m almost done, okay? You’ll be alright, just- I just…” You trailed off, blinking away the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. You looked to Rains Fall, you’d never seen him so pined without being the one who’s hurt. You ripped your hand away from Eagle Flies, he winced as you tore the bullet out of his body, you covered his open wound with your hands and pressed down on it. He groaned and gripped at the fabric of your shirt, trying to push you off of him.

You take the bottle of whiskey and move your hands away from him as you pour the liquid into his wound, he squirms as it bubbles up and stings at the bullet hole.

"I'm almost done, it wont hurt too much more in a few seconds." You un-tuck your shirt and wipe away the blood and spilt whiskey. You poke at his wound slightly, trying to feel how deep it went, if the bullet had been any deeper, he would've needed stitches. "Can you sit up?"

Eagle Flies nods slightly in response, Rains Fall helps his son sit up and you move to sit behind Eagle Flies. Rains Fall watches you as you wrap the bandages tightly around his son's abdomen.

"The worst parts over." You tell them both. Eagle Flies leans back against your chest and sighs. "You were very lucky."

"I know. Thank you." Eagle Flies knocks his head against yours gently and you smile.

"I'm sorry about the pain."

"I can handle it."

"I know." It's silent between the three of you for a few moments as you and Rains Fall listen to Eagle Flies breathe.

-- -- --

The sun will rise in a few hours. Everyone left the Reservation not too long ago, now traveling in wagons and on horseback as you head south to avoid Fort Wallace and the oil fields.

Eagle Flies has been in-and-out of sleep since he got loaded into one of the wagons with you, whereas you've gotten no sleep at all, too keen on watching him and waiting for anymore signs of discomfort. But as Eagle Flies lies awake now, on his back and looking up at the stars, he shifts his body to face you slightly.

"I'm happy you were here tonight." He whispers, voice a little gruff. You lay on your side and tuck your hands under your head.

"Me too," Eagle Flies scans over your face before he takes one of your still bloody hands into his own, you squeeze his hand slightly and scoot closer to him. "You should be better in a few months."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"Well, you should be."

"I have no reason not to believe you when you tell me I'm going to be alright." You smile at him.

"Just don't get yourself hurt again somehow while you're still healing."

"I won't."

"Good." You and Eagle Flies stare at each other for a few more seconds before you move so that you're fully next to him, you wrap your arm under his ribs and around his back, careful not to hit his bullet wound, he chuckles softly and rests his head against your shoulder, wrapping a hand around your waist. The wood of the wagon is uncomfortable to sleep on even with a bedroll, but neither of you complain as you wrap yourselves around each other.

[reddeadreference]

Colter: Eastward Bound

Full Transcript below ([...] placed where a gap of silence is for the same person speaking or when there’s a long period of silence and distance traveled.)

[The morning after the train robbery. Grimshaw his heard giving orders as the group pack up the wagons getting ready to depart.]

Grimshaw: Oh for Lord’s sake. Put that book away and go help. Oh… Mary-Beth.

[Arthur rides in on his horse.]

Arthur: So, we getting out of this hellhole?

Dutch: We’re gonna try, weather seems stable.

Hosea: And we just robbed a Leviticus Cornwall train.

Dutch: We got money in our pockets… the worst is behind us, gentlemen. So the question is, where now?

Hosea: I know this country a little… I told you, we should set up camp in… Horseshoe Overlook near Valentine. We’ll be able to hide out there no problem… as long as we keep our noses clean.

Dutch: Well then let’s go… Well then let’s go… clean noses and everything else. Arthur, you’re in that one, bring Hosea… I know you two like to talk about the good old days… and what’s gone wrong with old Dutch.

[Various shots of the caravan traveling down from the mountains. Light melodic music plays in the background - the humming version of “See The Fire in Your Eyes”.]

[...]

Dutch: Lenny! Micah! Get over here!

Micah: Yes, boss?

Dutch: You two ride up ahead, make sure there’s no surprises. We’ve had enough of those.

Micah: Me, with the boy?

Dutch: Just go.

Micah: Come on, kid. You can buy me a whisky.

[The two ride off ahead of the caravan]

[...]

[A few more shots of traveling and soon the player/Arthur is driving the last wagon in the caravan across the Dakota River (near a waterfall) Hosea sits beside him.]

Hosea: Get us out the stream. You gotta keep us moving, but calm.

[As soon as the wagon is out of the water the rear left wheel breaks off and a few things from the back fall out of the wagon.]

Hosea: Ah, shit. Okay… let’s take a look.

[The next wagon up - as well as Javier (on his horse) - stopped when they heard the wheel. Charles gets down from beside Bill and hurries over to help. (The others in the wagon are Uncle, Molly, and Jack)]

Bill: You alright back there?

Arthur: Does everything look alright?

Javier: Well, what’s going on?

Arthur: I broke the goddamn wheel.

Hosea: Alright, let’s get it fixed.

Javier: You need help?

Hosea: I reckon we can handle it…

[The wagon and Javier continue on]

Hosea: Alright Charles, you and me hold the thing up while you try and put the wheel back on, Arthur.

[The two lift the back of the wagon while Arthur rolls the wheel over]

Arthur: You still strong enough to hold up a wagon?

Hosea: Shut up.

Arthur: I’m just saying.

Hosea: Well, say less. Pick the the wheel up!

[Arthur uses his shoulder to get the wheel back on.]

Hosea: Nearly there… There.

Arthur: See… you ain’t so useless after all.

[Arthur grabs some tools from the back of the wagon while Hosea and Charles pick up the things that fell out of the wagon.

Hosea: Not quite.

[On the hill there are three figures on horses -  Rains Fall, Paytah , and Eagle Flies. Hosea notices them first.]

Arthur: What you think? [He puts the wench back in the wagon]

Charles: If they wanted trouble… we wouldn’t have seen them.

[Hosea raises a hand in greeting.]

Hosea: Poor bastards… we really screwed them over down here. Come on… let’s not push our luck.

Arthur: What happened?

Hosea: Well… get in… and I’ll tell you.

[They finish putting things back into the back of the wagon and Charles climbs in back while Arthur and Hosea climb back up into their seats. Arthur starts down the trail.]

Hosea: Not too far now. Stay on this trail. We’ll follow the river then cut left inland. So… yes, the Indians in these parts got sold a very raw deal. This is the Heartlands we’re going to, good farming and grazing country, they lost it all. Stolen clean away from them it was, every blade of grass. Killed or herded up to the reservations in the middle of nowhere.

Charles: And how’s that different from anywhere else?

Hosea: Well, maybe it’s not. I just heard some of the army out here was particularly, uh… unpleasant about it.

Charles: Unpleasant? How do you rob and kill people pleasantly? We don’t, in spite of Dutch’s talk.

Hosea: I fear I was perhaps trying to simplify something more complicated for the benefit of our blockheaded driver here.

Arthur: Hey, don’t blame it on me. Never forget, this here’s a conman, Charles, born and bred. Just ’cause it sounds fancy don’t mean he knows a damn thing about what he’s talking about. So… what happened to your tribe?

Charles: I don’t even know if I have one… least not that I can remember. My father was a colored man. They told me he lived with our people for a while, a number of free men did, but… when we were forced to move from our lands, the three of us fled. I was too young to really remember much. All life I’ve been on the run. A couple years later, some soldiers captured my mother, took her somewhere. We never saw her again. We drifted around… He was a very sad man and the drink had a mean hold on him. Around thirteen… I just took off on my own.

Hosea: That was about the age we found young Arthur here, maybe a little older. A wilder delinquent you never did see. But he learned fast.

Arthur: Not as fast as Marston, apparently.

Charles: Wait… I don’t understand. What’s the problem between you two?

Hosea: Arthur?

Arthur: It’s a long story. [...] We still heading the right way?

Hosea: That depends… are we still heading west, in search of fortune and repose in virgin forests, as we planned? No. Are we heading in the correct direction on our desperate escape from the law eastwards down the mountains? Yes, I believe so.

Charles: You know this area?

Hosea: A little, I’ve been through a couple of times. There’s a livestock town not too far from here, called Valentine. Cowboys, outlaws, working girls. Our kind of place.

Arthur: O’Driscolls?

Hosea: Probably them too.

Arthur: Pinkertons?

Hosea: Let’s hope not.

Arthur: And this place we’re going… wait, what’s it called again?

Hosea: Horseshoe Overlook.

Arthur: It’s a good place to lie low?

Hosea: It’ll do for now. And how low do you think Dutch is really going to lie? It’s just… you know, maybe it’s me who’s changed, not him, but, we kept telling him that ferry job didn’t feel right. You and me had a real lead in Blackwater that could’ve worked out.

Arthur: Maybe.

Hosea: It just… Isn’t like Dutch to lose his head like that.

Arthur: Things go wrong sometimes. People die. It’s the way it is, always has been. Me, you, Dutch… we’ve all been in this line of work a long time, and we’re still here, so… I figure we must’ve got it right a hell of a lot more than we got it wrong.

[Hosea takes out a mortar and pestle, Arthur notices.]

Arthur: What are you working on there anyway?

Hosea: Just some yarrow and ginseng, good for the health. Better than that stuff you buy in the store. Here, you can have all this. I’m at the point where I can do it with my eyes closed.

Arthur: Okay… thank you.

[They ride in silence until they see Javier on the side of the road.]

Javier: There you are, brother. Head in there and follow the track for a bit.

Arthur: Thanks:

Javier: Hey, slow up! I’ll jump on.

[Arthur stops the wagon and Javier jumps onto the back of the wagon.]

Javier: Okay, let’s go.

Hosea: Any trouble getting in here, Javier?

Javier: No, it went well. This is a good spot.

Hosea: Excellent. I think this’ll work for us, Arthur. For now, anyway.

[They pull into camp]

Hosea: Here we are, gentlemen. Home sweet home.

[The others have already started setting up camp, now dressed for the warmer weather. Bill is setting up where he, Hosea and Lenny will sleep, Strauss is wandering around with a clipboard, Grimshaw seems to be supervising and delegating orders. Abigail is seen setting up the inside of John’s tent. Charles, now changed, gets ready to chop some wood, Karen helps Mr. Pearson setting up the kitchen area, Strauss sets up his own area with his small table and chair. Molly can be seen setting up Dutch’s tent. Uncle wanders around with a bottle in hand.]

Dutch: You weren’t wrong, Hosea. This place is perfect.

Hosea: I hope so.

Dutch: Gentlemen, we have survived.

Hosea: For now.

Dutch: Now it is time to prosper.

Hosea: Arthur and I were about to prosper in Blackwater. We were on to something big… then Micah got you all excited about that ferry and here we are.

Dutch: We have all made mistakes over the years, Hosea… every last one of us. But I kept us together… kept us alive… kept the nooses off our neck.

Hosea: I guess I’m just worried. I ain’t got that long, Dutch. I want folks safe before I go. And now we are stuck… east of the Grizzlies and out of money… and a long way from our dream of virgin land in the west.

Dutch: I know, my brother, but we are safe. We make a bit of money here, then we move again… head out around them, be west of Uncle Sam… in a few months buy some land.

Hosea: I hope so.

Dutch: Would you just look around you. This world has its consolations.

Strauss: Gentlemen, I’m going to head into the local town, and you know… see if I can strike up a little business.

Dutch: Of course, Herr Strauss. I prefer robbing banks to usury… seems more dignified somehow. Now, everyone put your tools down for a moment, come on gather round, quickly now.

[Everyone stops whatever they were doing and gather around to listen to Dutch.

Dutch: I know that things have been tough… but we are safe now, and we are far too poor. So it is time for everyone to get to work.

Hosea: Get to work, but stay out of trouble. Remember, we are itinerant workers.

Dutch: Laid off when they shut down our factory to the north, Now, get out there, and see what you can find. Uncle, Reverend Swanson… no more passengers. It is time for everyone to earn their keep.

Hosea: There is a town a little way down the track name of Valentine live stock town. All mud and morons if I remember right. That seems a decent place to start.

Pearson: And… We need food… real food… that means every day, one of you.

[Dutch grabs a small lock box from inside his tent and puts it on a barrel]

Dutch: And remember, whatever it is that you find… the camp gets its slice. Now, be sensible out there.

Grimshaw: Now, the girls have your tent ready, Mr. Morgan, come with me. (to Dutch and Hosea) You two will be ready shortly. (to Arthur) We put you over here.

[Grimshaw leads Arthur to his tent/wagon]

Arthur: I’m sure everything will be fine, Miss Grimshaw.

Grimshaw: It should be, most of your stuff from Blackwater got saved.

Arthur: Everything apart from my money.

Grimshaw: Oh, don’t remind me.

Arthur: Well, we can always make more money.

Grimshaw: We’re going to have to.

[As Arthur sits down on his cot Miss Grimshaw starts to storm towards Tilly who can be seen in the distance with a wash bucket she’s placed on a chair.

Grimshaw: Miss Jackson… I’ve seen shit with more common sense than you. Do it properly.

[Arthur strikes a match on the bottom of his boot and lights a cigarette. He shakes then tosses the match before leaning forward. The scene freezes and the chapter’s title screen appears

Chapter 2 Horseshoe Overlook

[The screen fades to black then words appear on screen]

A couple of weeks later…

[Behind the words an image of the view from Horseshoe Overlook fades in as the words fade out. Arthur narrates another entry in his diary.]

“We got off the mountain… and rode east into some… pretty enough country called the Heartlands. Ain’t been this far east in many a year. Dutch seems a little better. His eyes are sparkling once more and… I can see he’s thinking a little clearer. I think we all feel a little happier… spite of Blackwater and that whole mess.”

[Arthur, now in his warmer weather clothing puts away his journal, stands up, and grabs his hat. He puts it on with an exhale.]

Hosea: Arthur.

[Hosea comes up with a cup of coffee for him.]

Arthur: Hosea.

Hosea: Quite a day.

Arthur: Let’s hope so.

Hosea: There’s a bunch of the boys already in Valentine… Bill, Charles and Javier. And Swanson found something… down at the train station by the lake apparently. And Strauss came back with that creepy little smile on his face. I’m sure there’s a whole list of unfortunates he’s forced money upon.

Arthur: *chuckles* Thank you. And you?

Hosea: I’m gonna read a book.

[verdemoun]

WHAT SHIPS DO YOU LIKE?!?!?

many. many ships.

kierthur will always have a special place in my heart as my first rdr2 ship. esp when people use it as a chance to really play with their interpretation of kieran. a softspoken kieran with that understated confidence that lets arthur feel vulnerable? a nervous wreck who leans into arthur for protection and arthur compulsively falls in love with people he thinks he can rescue? either, good soup

charthur and jovier admittedly i just enjoy because they're the most common in the fandom and it'd be kind of miserable if you didn't ship them at least a little. but i mean damn 'i'll stay too' that was so homoerotic it made me cry. 'i always loved you, even now?' smash. i just think javier deserves better

JOHNIGAIL TRUTHER THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER IT IS REALLY HARD TO SEE EITHER WITH SOMEONE ELSE

vandermatthews come on if that wasn't meant to be read that way they have a funny fucking way of showing it. the hand touches. the sheer emotion in dutch's voice when hosea is shot. even negotiating, the tremble that undermines his confidence. old girl. it's just. it's real to me.

macsummers. i just think they have better chemistry than sean x karen but i ship that too i am a disaster.

extended list of ships i would consider writing for, including some absolute crack of my own creation: kieran x javier, bill x javier, dutch x micah, molly x micah, bill x micah, bill x alden, charles x javier, charles x kieran, kieran x mary-beth, mary-beth x tilly, karen x molly, sadie x molly, trelawney x kieran, mac x bill, davey x sean, lenny x jenny, jenny x karen, sean x karen, micah x mac, mary x sadie, mary x eliza, mary x arthur, albert mason x arthur, albert mason x winton holmes, eagles flies x paytah, annabelle x grimshaw, black belle x kieran, annabelle x bessie, sadie x jake, probs many more but these are the fun ones

semi-popular stuff i don't mind, power to you if you ship it: molly x kieran, sadie x abigail, trelawney x arthur, sean x kieran, micah x arthur

stuff that makes gives me the ick but you do you boo: bill x kieran, john x arthur, molly x dutch