#trelawny x reader

[emmcfrxst]

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

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

[saturnxlust]

Age Gap

Van der linde gang x Fem!Reader

Dutch Van Der Linde

He def goes for younger girls

He looks like the type

You caught his eye with your outfits

Hes 44 but i feel like he wouldnt want a age gap over 10 years

If you got the courage to make the first move he would admire that about you

Definitely sweet talks you about being a smart girl

Lord the amount of praise this son of a bitch would give you could boost even arthur ego

Def a sugar daddy, before the events of black water

After he would try his best but he left most of his money behind in his old house

Arthur Morgan

He isnt that old but he def wouldnt go over 5 years

He finds it odd and repects his women too much

This is the man to go to if you want a sugar daddy

He will gladly spoil you with all the money he loots from dead O’driscols

He also gives out praise but thats just the man he is

If hes not complimenting you and how stunning you are 24/7 he feels like a awful person

He would so totally call you his “sweet baby” or “babydoll”

If you wear pink dresses he’d definitely be wrapped around your little finger

If not and your more of a streatwear person he’d loose his mind at low rise or cami tops

Again you’d have him wrapped around your finger immediately

John Marston

Hes definitely not old and would NOT go under 4 years😭

This guys only 26

Hes not a sugar daddy

Sorry babe

But he thinks your cute

He def likes girls with a attitude

Just look at abigal for christs sake

He was married to her😭

He would try to be good for you

Wanting to take you and run off into the sunset, but he couldnt leave dutch like that

Not after everything dutch had done for him

You would have to get along with jack to even be on johns radar (sorry🥲)

He wants you as soon as your motherly to jack

He talks to arthur about you

He calls you “sweet girl” and “doll” in that gravily voice

Hes incredible, really

Hosea Matthews

Okay well hes old😅

Def a sugar daddy

I mean have you seen him?

He goes for at least 10-12 years younger 😍

After bessie he really didnt think he’d fall in love again but when you came in twirling you hair and giggling he’d be a teenager all over again

You could ask him to shoot the man next to him for no reason and he’d do it

Hes quite literally wrapped around your finger

I say that because he would not leave you alone

Constantly holding you and treating you to gifts and fancy things

He once bought you a diamond necklace in saint denis

Whether you protested or not is up to you

He doesnt let you out of his sight and will not stop rambling to dutch about you

Dutch is too tired and crazy to deal with hosea and sends him your way to obsess over you😊

Sean MacGuire

The belief is hes mid 20’s so im gonna say 25

He definitely is like john and goes for 3 years younger

But i see him as the type to like older women cough cough mary cough

He likes the contrast of him being a stupid asshole and you being a sweet little thing

He trys his best with money but like john has very little so if he buys you something its usually something small

Though he never really feels accomplished after he gets you something small

So he saves for a long time and buys you something a little bigger like a silver necklace or a nice bracelet

His accent gets in the way of things sometimes but he will call you “sweet thing” though it sounds more like “sweet ting”😭

Love him though

Javier Escuella

Another baby of the gang🫶🫶

Hes 26 so he goes for the same range as john

He also doesnt have much money and buys you small things

But he makes it up by calling you endearing nick names

“Mi amor” “dulce nina” “Querida”

You get the point

“Ojalá pudiera comprarte más mi amor pero debes saber que esto es de mi corazón”

I love him sm

He would sugar daddy you if he could

Probably gets upset when he cant buy you things

If your family is rich he refuses your offers of giving him money

It doesnt feel right to have a sweet girl like you give him money when he should be the one providing

It gets him upset to see you want something he knows he cant afford

Has lowkey thought about robbing a very rich man cough cough braithwates cough to buy you things

When on the boat if you go with them he keeps an eye on you

Not liking the scene already, older predatory men being all around you made him extremely uncomfortable

He doesnt want to tell you what to do he always wants it to be your choice but it scares him that he cant really do anything to protect you

Though if it was dire enough he woukd throw the whole plan down the drain to cut open a older guy that got too power hungry and grabbed you

“No te lastimó, ¿verdad, querida?.”

Charles Smith

Hes not as young but doesnt go for under 5 years

Hes got some money to buy small things every now and again

He calls you “baby” and “little girl” alot no matter the age gap

It could only be a few months and he still would💔

He shows you how to hunt and stuff as bonding

He sees killing a deer together and bringing it back to pearson as romantic

But he still takes you on dates

When he can

Hes usually on watch duty as he is literally a unit of a man

This kid is huge

Around 6’6 and 240 pounds

Dwarfs even the biggest of guys, yes even arthur😭

Josiah Trelawny

Trelawny the man you are😍

Hes definitely rich

He has a house with his wife in saint denis

He is quite old so I imagine no more then 10 years difference

He calls you “darling” and “sweet girl” in that trans Atlantic accent

He definitely spoils you rotten

Only the best for his sweet girl

He takes a lot of time to take care of you as well

He doesnt spend time with the gang and only pops up when they need him for things like stealing from rich people

He never lets you pay

Are you kidding

He’d rather die then have you pay for something

Thats a little dramatic but i know he would never feel good about himself ever again if he got to a point where you had to pay

Like what do you mean he doesnt have enough money

No no darling put yours away papa trelawny will have a sweet little chat with the man trying to embarrass him infront of his woman

“YES I HAVE ENOUGH MONEY ARE YOU INSANE, no dear its okay you dont need to pay. BACK TO YOU DONT YOU EVER-“

Obviously there are ones i didnt put in here like micah, pearson, uncle, lenny ect. I dont know enough about them nor do i like most of them (except for lenny i love him sm)

[mx-pastelwriting]

RDR2 HC - Running away together & what would it take

RDR2 x GN! Reader

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

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

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

Dutch van der Linde

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Arthur Morgan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Javier Escuella

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Charles Smith

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Bill Williamson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Hosea Matthews

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

John Marston

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Josiah Trelawny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[phant0mmm-jaiden]

‼️ I FINISHED MAKING BIRTHDAYS FOR THE RDR2 GANG‼️ (under the cut)

these are my own personal headcanon (with some help from the comments) so take with a grain of salt, we may have different interpretations

(source for all traits is zodiacsign.com)

DUTCH VAN DER LINDE

- Founding member, for 23 years (1876, when he was 21)

- 44 in May 1899

- Born April 11th 1855 (Aries)

Positive Apr 11th traits: “Assertive, strong and remarkably passionate, they will burn every obstacle in their way if they have something to strive for. They are excellent workers and managers, showing initiative with just enough tact to be loved by a team they work in.”

Negative Apr 11th traits“Preoccupied with their own problems, they could fail to see what their friends and close people are going through. Self-centered, too feisty, ready for battle when it isn't necessary, reactive, and sometimes aggressive when they should remain calm.”

HOSEA MATTHEWS

- Founding member, for 23 years (since 1876, when he was 32)

- 55 in May 1899

- Born October 22nd 1843 (Libra)

Positive Oct 22nd traits: “Warm, open for emotional contact, and nurturing, they are tender and kind to those they love and treat everyone with enough empathy to resolve issues at hand. Their emotional sensitivity is their greatest strength.”

Negative Oct 22nd traits: “Covered in sadness, broken and depressed, they might lose faith if they don’t give themselves time to rest and regenerate from past experiences. Tied by stories of their ancestors, they could simply play parts of others without getting truly invested in their own life and their happiness.”

ARTHUR MORGAN

- In gang for 23 years (since 1876,when he was 13)

- 36 in May 1899

- Born September 30th 1862 (Libra)

Positive Sep 30th traits: “Truthful, powerful, deep and ready to commit to issues that are too painful for other people, they have the power to change the unchangeable and build a sense of magic in their life that allows them to attract and control their own destiny and heal others of prejudice.”

Negative Sep 30th traits: “Depressed or lost in what they’ve been taught, they could be too scared to get out of their usual directions and choices in life, getting stuck in mental activities that keep them unsatisfied, egocentric or grumpy.”

SUSAN GRIMSHAW

- In the gang for 14 years (since 1885, since she was 29)

- 45 in 1899

- Born March 27th 1854 (Aries)

Positive Mar 27th traits: “Standing out, innovative and wide in perception of the world, they are good friends and tend to build a social circle that can support them in their path. Free to shine and give freedom to other people.”

Negative Mar 27th traits: “Stressed, torn between extremes, their mood changes without warning. They can get aggressive if too much anger builds up, unsure how they will react or what their next move will be.”

JOHN MARSTON

- In gang for 14 years (since 1885, when he was 12)

- 26 in May 1899

- Born August 3rd 1872 (Leo)

Positive Aug 3rd traits: “Straightforward, on the move, and wide in their opinions, they are the travelers with a cause, those who share their views and their knowledge selflessly, and wish to give their energy to those willing to follow.”

Negative Aug 3rd traits: “Stubbornly chasing after things that aren’t real, they could get stuck in a loop of disappointment and mental efforts that won’t lead them where they wish to go.”

SIMON PEARSON

- In the gang for 13 years (since 1886, since he was 35)

- 48 in 1899

- Born December 16th 1850 (Sagittarius)

Positive Dec 16th traits: “Laughter, positivity, and a fun personality ordain those born on December 16th for as long as they are in tune with their talents. Emotionally charged, they stay on the move, give love to be loved, and understand how to create balance when they find themselves falling into an extreme.”

Negative Dec 16th traits: “Lost in confusion of relating with others, they absorb atmospheres, feelings and ultimately opinions of others, thinking that their personality is defined by what others see instead of feeling their own core of Self.”

LEOPOLD STRAUSS

- In the gang for 12 years (since 1887, since he was 41)

- 53 in 1899

- Born in September 10th 1845 (Virgo)

Positive Sep 10th trait: “Deep, intelligent and extremely powerful, they are focused and dedicated to the higher truth and find change satisfying, without fear of what tomorrow might bring. They bring order to large things in the lives of people around them and announce change everywhere they go.”

Negative Sep 10th traits: “Obsessive, possessive and jealous, they can get dismissive of other people's ways and unwilling to recognize their own shadows while judging others. When bruised, they may become vindictive or manipulative.”

UNCLE

- In the gang for 11 years (since 1888, since he was 43)

- 57 in 1899

- Born May 6th 1842 (Taurus)

Positive May 6th traits: “Loving, creative, good with children, they are positive individuals with a lot of energy to live life to the fullest. Humorous, smiling, and grounded, they search for a place to belong to and connect easily to other people.”

Negative May 6th traits: “Unaware of the bigger picture, too focused on problems when they become aware of them, they can get obsessive and go into negative details for days. At times superficial in search for pleasure, but only if their heart isn’t open for relating.”

JOSIAH TRELAWNY

- In the gang for 9 years (since 1890, since he was 31)

- 40 in 1899

- Born May 26 1859 (Gemini)

Positive May 26th traits: “Loving, emotional, kind and caring, they are the messengers of beauty and laughter, humorous enough to make a grown person turn into a little child if this is their intent.”

Negative May 26th traits: “Using the power of words for strange things, unsatisfied and unable to find balance between emotion and reason, they get lost waiting and thinking about times when they were actually free while missing opportunities to set free in the now.”

ORVILLE SWANSON

- In the gang for 8 years (since 1891, since he was 38)

- 46 in 1899

- Born November 29th 1852 (Sagittarius)

Positive Nov 29th traits: “Idealists with a cause, they dream big and aren’t afraid to try themselves out in talents that make them who they are. On the quest for inner truth, they are sensitive, empathic and honest about the way they feel with people they love.”

Negative Nov 29th traits: “Seeking attention and unable to untangle issues that keep them intoxicated or tied to the past, they could get lost, searching for ways to anesthetize that pain and forget what bruised them in the first place.”

BILL WILLIAMSON

- In the gang for 5 years (since 1894, since he was 28)

- 33 in May 1899

- Born in April 27th 1866 (Taurus)

Positive Apr 27th traits: “Strong-hearted individuals, filled with vigor and energy for things that make them feel passionate. They are different but social, well-incorporated into society, and make excellent friends who find humanitarianism and compassion to be everything that is right in the world.”

Negative Apr 27th traits: “Sloppy, unsure what they wish to do with their energy and frustrated with their own nature. In opposition to themselves, they are unable to heal their own inner differences, becoming frustrated and passively angry at other people.”

ABIGAIL ROBERTS

- In the gang for 5 years (since 1894, since she was 17)

- 22 in 1899

- Born October 20th 1876 (Libra)

Positive Oct 20th traits: “Deeply emotional and empathic, if they keep their heart open throughout changes in their life, they become healers and incredible support in times of crisis and all possibly dangerous situations in the lives of others.”

Negative Oct 20th traits: “Casting their feelings away, they could become cold, distant, too difficult to relate to, and vindictive. They need a strong foundation to grow from and won’t be at all pleasant if they don’t learn to regenerate and flow with the beat of their heart.”

KAREN JONES

- In the gang for 4 years (since 1895, since she was 21)

- 25 in 1899

- Born June 12th 1873 (Gemini)

Positive June 12th traits: “Emotional, sensitive, compassionate and willing to listen, they are less rational than other Gemini representatives and this gives them more space for relating and reaching for the Divine Love.”

Negative June 12th traits: “Moody, torn between different roles and too adaptable to people and situations that don’t make them feel good. They get self-destructive when unable to deal with their own emotional baggage.”

JAVIER ESCUELLA

- In the gang for 4 years (since 1895, since he was 22)

- 26 in May 1899

- Born August 13th 1872 (Leo)

Positive Aug 13th traits: “Energetic, focused visionaries, ready to act with initiative and clarity of ideals, they are the ones to fight for the cause and move forwards when others would stay behind. They are warm, passionate people, ready to learn new things and move one step ahead of the rest of the world.”

Negative Aug 3rd traits: “Feeling as if they were all mighty, they often get caught up in their own ambitions and strivings, expecting nothing less than perfect from their ways of expression and battles that might be impossible to win.”

JACK MARSTON

- In the gang for 4 years (since 1895, since he was born)

- 4 in May 1899

- Born November 7th 1894 (Scorpio) (tried to be based on RDR1 but i’ve never played it 😬)

Positive Nov 7th traits: “Innovative, groundbreaking, different and individualistic, they understand that their greatest quality hides in their special way of standing out. Reliable friends with a need to fight for the greater good, they are those who bring necessary changes into a dysfunctional system.”

Negative Nov 7th traits: “In their battles they might get lost, become aggressive and pushy, losing contact only to pursue information held in their mind. Their mental processes get detached from their heart, leading them into abusive states towards self and others when they should be simply flowing with the times.”

MARY-BETH GASKILL

- In the gang for 3 years (since 1896, since she was 20)

- 23 in May 1899

- Born March 3rd 1876 (Pisces)

Positive Mar 3rd traits: “Great learners, teachers, and healers, they find love and beauty in everything they see and touch. It is their talent to use their optimism and beliefs, and turn every negative thing and experience to art, acceptable fate, and a step to a brighter future.”

Negative Mar 3rd traits: “In denial, distant, lost, they can be wanderers that cannot find the right direction to move in. Their defense mechanism protecting them from hardship is delusion.”

TILLY JACKSON

- In the gang for 3 years (since 1896, since she was 17)

- 20 in May 1899

- Born February 18th 1879 (Aquarius)

Positive Feb 18th traits: “Passionate, creative, focused, and understanding, this is someone able to sense the moment when the leader is needed, bravely becoming one. Fast and fiery, on their search for emotion, they wish to stay open-hearted throughout their lifetime.”

Negative Feb 18th traits: “With boundaries shaken, they can dismiss emotions, becoming overly rational and turned to the practical future in front of them. Unaware of their own sensitivity and hurt they might have caused to other people.”

MOLLY O’SHEA

- In the gang for 2 years (since 1897, since she was 22)

- 24 in May 1899

- Born May 4th 1875 (Taurus)

Positive May 4th traits: “Dependable, organized, ambitious, and responsible, they are easy to work and plan a future with. Just and turned to values of interpersonal bonding that lead them towards ideals.” 

Negative May 4th traits: “A bit dark, difficult, and stiff, they can be set in their mind and unable to change. Stuck in a moment, a relationship or a job that makes them unhappy, it is their imperative in life to find faith and let go to the pull of the Universe.”

SEAN MACQUIRE

- In the gang for 1 years (since 1898, since he was 25)

- 26 in May 1899

- Born July 23rd 1872 (Leo) (sign rec from anon)

Positive July 23rd traits: “Optimistic, with a fine sense of humor and ready to chase off any negative emotions with their smile, they are positive, loving and supportive of those they care for. Travelers and teachers, they have something important to give to the world.”

Negative 23rd traits: “Scattered and pushed by too many beliefs they never questioned, they tend to spin in circles of negative choices, lost in their inability to receive as much as they give away or vice versa.”

CHARLES SMITH

- In the gang for 9 months (Since August 1898, since he was 26)

- 27 in May 1899

- Born November 1st 1871 (Scorpio)

Positive Nov 1st traits: “Centered, standing firm on their identity and seeing the light in others, they make wonders in therapeutic and supportive relationships with those who are insecure and find it hard to stand confident on their own two feet. Strong-willed and ready to learn, they are the ones to lead the way when their beliefs are set in place.”

Negative Nov 1st traits: “Getting lost among strong individuals meant to inspire them, they give up on their true role due to lack of belief in their own emotional world and their personal convictions. This could get them lost and put their talents to waste out of the need to prove themselves worthy.”

LENNY SUMMERS

- In the gang for 9 months (since 1898, since he was 19)

- 19 in May 1899

- Born June 5th 1880 (Gemini)

Positive June 5th traits: “Childlike, curious, excited about life and focused on their daily sources of happiness, they are humorous and always with a nice thing to say in just the right moment.”

Negative June 5th traits: “In need of a different view, they could get stuck in patterns that don’t give much room for personal growth. If their hearts close, they become superficial and uncaring for the wellbeing of those who aren’t in their closest social circle.”

MICAH BELL

- In the gang for 4 months (Since december 1898)

- 39 in May 1899

- Born January 1 1860 (Capricorn)

Positive Jan 1st traits: “Powerful and resourceful individuals with an incredible potential for a successful life, influential and knowing exactly where they belong. They are assertive, strong-willed, with a deep understanding for natural development of any issue at hand.”

Negative Jan 1st traits: “Inventors and great minds that turn to solitude and separate from the ideal of emotional fulfillment. Manipulative, they may be using questionable methods to reach their goals.”

SADIE ADLER

- In the gang for a few months (since May 1899, since she was 25)

- 25 in May 1899

- Born July 4th 1873 (Cancer)

Positive July 4th traits: “Focused on their goal point, ambitions and understanding the consequences of their deeds, they are strong, endurable and extremely reliable as friends and confidants.”

Negative July 4th traits: “Dark and filled with depressing thoughts, they can get pulled by negative emotions, memories they don’t know how to metabolize, and nostalgic turns that pull them into harmful circumstances that weaken their boundaries.”

KIERAN DUFFY

- In the gang for a few months (since May 1899, since he was 28)

- 28 in May 1899

- Born January 20th 1871

Positive Jan 20th traits: “Compassionate, caring, sensitive and talented, this is someone who can create incredible things if emotionally supported by all the right people. Nurtures their inner child and cares for others greatly even when holding back instead of showing their affection.”

Negative Jan 20th traits: “Closed from the rest of the world, unable to find meaning in hurtful experiences from the past and questioning their vision daily, these individuals easily turn to destructive tendencies.”

THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP ‼️

[twistedgameswewrite]

Ideas ya'll rdr2 simps could request along with your own😌 :D

RDR2 x Reader Ideas

SFW

x reader!leader of a female gang

Sneaking into your room

teenage character x teenage reader

x reader!whos been kidnapped

x reader!witch

getting drunk together

x reader!dutches sibling

x reader!child(PLATONIC)

x reader!orphan(PLATONIC)

Putting flowers in their hair

x reader!selective mute

x reader!who wears a mask

TLC with the characters

NSFW

reader!gets a snake bite on their thigh

Getting caught in the woods

Buying a hotel for the night

In front of a mirror

ANGST

x reader!who gets kidnapped

x reader!orphan

x reader!is killed

character gets killed

finding out reader was sa'd

x reader! who gets their masked ripped off

Reader is killed in a gun fight

Reader is killed by Micah

[outlaw-apologist]

Valentine’s Day with the Gang (RDR2)

Your favorite member brings you out on a special Valentine’s day date! Characters: Arthur, Charles, Josiah, John, Hosea, Dutch Warnings: NSFW themes AO3 Link Arthur - Arthur says he doesn’t believe in cheesy holidays like Valentine’s day - Leading up to the holiday he acts completely uninterested and won’t talk about it unless you bring it up - “Well… If you really wanna do somethin’ I guess we can,” He says reluctantly - However, Arthur is a secret hopeless romantic. Even though he acts this way he’s planning a special Valentine’s day for you the whole entire time!

- A nice gift he TOTALLY DIDN’T STEAL! Usually jewelry, a clothing item, or a little trinket that he thinks you would like. - Arthur also loves giving you fancy hairpins, he thinks they look cute on you - Alcohol in a unique/beautiful bottle. Think strawberry wine in a heart shaped bottle. Something like this. - Finger sandwiches… He LOVES an excuse to buy finger sandwiches. They are so tiny and he likes to 🤏 ��BUT he needs an excuse to buy them. A big outlaw like him can’t just go and buy little tea sandwiches for no reason. Well… Valentine’s day is the reason. - Once everything is prepared Arthur takes you to a place he found while riding around on missions. He’ll never tell you, but for 3 months he took note of every beautiful spot he could find that he thought you might like, slowly narrowing it down to a special place - He makes sure it’s in a place that’s pretty warm this time of year and spreads out a nice big blanket then plates everything neatly. - A romantic picnic! - Well…. He hopes you find it romantic. Because he sure does… - Arthur is kind of afraid that you might think his gifts are shallow or not considerate so he draws pictures for you - I mean /really/ draws. He spends HOURS trying to draw something perfect. If your horse is very special to you he will draw breathtaking pictures of your horse. If you have pets he’ll draw those pets stunningly. Or if there is a specific kind of landscape you love, like the mountains or the ocean, that will be captured wonderfully on paper. - He draws it on nice expensive paper too so you can frame it and use it as decor if you wish - Arthur is always very VERY shy when handing you this drawing even if he does this every Valentine’s day. He’s worried you won’t like it. - After you two eat and drink your wine he cuddles with you until it starts to get dark. Then he invites you on a romantic ride as the sun sets… to the hotel of course - Because after those little sandwiches Arthur feels frisky, and he LOVES having you as dessert - Believe me when I say this man will probably keep making you cum until you beg him to stop. ---- Charles - I genuinely don’t think Charles knows what to do on Valentine’s day - He’s never had a Valentine’s day before so this is all new for him - He hears about other couples exchanging chocolate or going out on nice dinners but he doesn’t feel as if that suits you two as a couple. If he brought you to dinner in Saint Denis that would probably be very weird. - Charles also doesn’t believe in frivolous gifts. If he gives you something it needs to be very personal and from the heart. - Because of this he decides to give you something handmade. Charles spends several months perfecting his wittling skills. - The end result is better than expected! He carves out a careful representation of your absolute favorite animal. He hopes you carry it with you everywhere you go to remember him by. It’s like a good luck charm - He asks Arthur and John what they’re doing for Valentine’s day while trying to make plans. He still doesn’t really know what to do. - Eventually he does choose to go the dinner route. Deciding to cook for you he searches/hunts for fresh ingredients and buys everything else he couldn’t find, storing them safely in his satchel before. riding back to camp to pick you up for your date - But first, the day starts lazy when you two wake up. He snuggles you, kisses you good morning and brings you coffee and breakfast in bed before he announces he’s ‘going to run some errands’ (this is when he goes to get the ingredients) - Late noon he returns and takes you out on a nice ride to an area full of active wildlife. -The day is filled with a wonderful nature walk. You each pick flowers to put into each other’s hair and talk or tell stories. - Charles sets up a nice camp for you both. He made sure to bring his favorite pelts for you to lounge on in front of the fire as he makes you dinner. - I think it’s important to include that he went and purchased your favorite baked goods for you to have as dessert. Charles didn’t think he could make a better dessert on his own and didn’t want to disappoint you. He only buys enough for you and none for himself, though he’s not opposed to sharing if you suggest it. - The night is spent with a great meal, wonderful company, and passionate love making. It ends with you laying on his chest as he draws circles on your skin. You both look up at the stars and tell stories or talk about the future, dreaming of all you could have. ----- Trelawny - Oh he’s soooo traditional! He’ll drop a nice dress or suit off for you to change into before returning with a stage coach, a large bouquet of roses, and of course chocolate. - “You look stunning mon amour…. That’s French by the way.” He purrs, kissing your hand as he helps you into the stage. - Fine dining has been arranged for you on this evening. Taking place on a high terrace overlooking the best view in all of Saint Denis. - He lets you order whatever you want. Steak? Lobster? Dessert? All yours! Eat your heart out!!! - Of course he orders caviar for the table and the most expensive wine they offer. - During dinner there’s live music and even a firework show! You watch the colors explode in the sky, shining over the ocean waves. It’s very very romantic~ - “I know I’ve been gone for a long time, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of you. Here- I picked this up for you in a far away place called Blackwater.” He says, sliding a satin box across the table. Inside is a stunning necklace. Gold with a set sapphire. - After dinner he takes you for a walk. Telling you grand stories about his adventures. At one point he starts serenading you, dancing with you in the street. Oh it’s wonderful~ He twirls you around lampposts and picks a flower from the gardens to stick in your hair. - Once the night comes to an end he books a luxury room at the finest hotel in the city where you two get a little frisky before turning in for the night ------ John - His ass FORGETS it’s Valentines day - “Why’re you all dolled up?” After you glare at him and he realizes he’s forgetting something important he starts sweating. “Is it your birthday today or our anniversary?” - Once he figures out what day it is he’ll run out and get you flowers. - Then he’ll let you pick a local restaurant. But nothing too fancy, he didn’t make any reservations so he doubted either of you could get in a nice restaurant. - I’m gonna be honest, your Valentines Day with him isn’t great. He makes it up to you for the next two weeks. He’ll bring you chocolate and flowers almost every day, practically begging for you to forgive him. He even books a nice dinner and actually takes a bath for once. - Then of course he holds you in bed at night asking with those puppy eyes of his “Are you still mad at me, my sweet?” - The best thing about it is you can keep bringing up Valentine’s day during any arguments and he’ll immediately drop everything to take you on an apology date, even if this is your 50th apology date. - He does feel really bad about it. But he continues to forget important days. It just doesn’t cross his little squirrel brain half the time ---- Hosea - Oh he’s been planning this night for weeks! - Hosea has a new spiffy outfit he’s excited to wear just for you~ - Upon picking you up you notice right away not only does he look like a hundred bucks, but he bathed and applied expensive cologne. - “You look more ethereal than any god/goddess known to mankind, my love.” He compliments you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before helping you up onto a wagon - The evening starts off with you two getting ice cream and walking around town, talking while watching the sunset. - He then brings you to the theater to watch a show. He bought advanced tickets and reserved your favorite seats - The whole show, Hosea has his arm over your shoulders or is holding you. When something funny happens he laughs and looks to see what your reaction is. He’s just trying to make sure you’re enjoying yourself. - Once the show is over he takes you behind a nice restaurant, picking up food he had requested to-go. “I’m sorry if you rather eat inside, my dove. I thought it would be nice to do something a little different.” He explains, bringing you to a beautiful garden with a picnic table already covered with a table cloth and candles. - “What’s a romantic dinner without champagne and chocolate covered strawberries for my sweetheart?” He pulls a picnic basket out from the bushes after you two settled in to eat. He must’ve spent a lot of time setting this up for you in advance! - After a very sweet dinner where you two laughed about the past and discussed how you hope your relationship grows in the future, he finally slides forth a beautifully decorated present. “Open it.” He smiled wide, seeming giddy with excitement. - As you unwrap it you realize it’s your favorite book. You might be confused at first, but once you open the cover you realize it was signed by the author. This was a very rare copy, extremely hard to get and not to mention expensive.  “I know it’s not much. I thought jewelry might be too cheesy for you, I didn’t want you to think all of my gifts are obtained by immoral means.” Hosea gives you a knowing wink. “Yet I still wanted to gift you a token of my love.” -------- Dutch - You will be woken up by a hearty “Good morning my darling.” A cup of tea or coffee pushed into your hands and your face peppered with kisses. - The day starts off with a nice breakfast in bed, then a bit of sex followed by an afternoon nap. - Once Dutch is nice and rested after your nefarious activities, he washes up and puts on a nice outfit. Similar to Hosea, this is when Dutch wears his nice cologne. - “We’re going dancin’!” He exclaims, making sure you wear the right shoes with your outfit. - He lets you ride in front of him on The Count and once you both arrive in the city he’ll wave down a stage coach to take you rest of the way - The place he bought tickets for you to dance is beautiful! A huge building that looks very European and fairy-tale like on the inside. Many rich people are in attendance since it’s a Valentine’s day ball. - Dutch immediately hands you a glass of champagne before sauntering off to speak with the wealthy for half the night, leaving you alone. - “Oh, come on now. You know we need money.” He whispers to you upon return, gently pulling you against him, arms around your waist. - After this you two finally dance, and honestly it’s a lot of fun! Dutch is very attentive and isn’t shy about kissing you or getting a bit handsy with you in public. - Once you two are danced-out he takes you to a nice restaurant. It turns out he doesn’t have a reservation so he had you pretend to use the powder room so you can sneak a peek at the guest list. You give him the name ‘Dylan Freeman’ and Dutch approaches the waitstaff posing as that man. - You two have a very lovely dinner, on Dylan Freeman’s tab of course! Dutch orders you both the most expensive things off the menu. - After two hours you both are a little drunk off of $100 imported wine when Dylan Freeman shows up. Dutch notices the waitstaff point your way and he grabs your hand. “My sweet, I’m afraid it’s time for us to run.” You both make a mad dash through the busy kitchen and out the back door, running down the alley while giggling. - “A romantic getaway to end a romantic night!” Dutch muses with satisfaction while you two sit by the dock, staring up at the moon and stars. This is when he pulls out a small box. “Go on.” There’s a glimmer in his eye as you look at what's inside. It’s a queen chess piece. “This is who you are to me. To the gang. We couldn’t do this without you.” He leans down, giving you a deep kiss.

[bg3kagha]

we need more trelawny content you people need to get the fuck over your ethics i don’t give a flying fuck if that man has a wife i don’t care i am going to ride that man into oblivion and beyond

[josephquinnswhore]

Red Dead Redemption character Masterlist

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

Arthur Morgan:

• Haven Amongst the Chaos ☁︎

• dead men don’t kiss (mini series)

Javier Escuella:

• mi vida ☁︎

Characters COMING SOON;

•Charles Smith

•Dutch Van Der Linde

•John Marston

•Jack Marston (adult only)

•Kieran Duffy

•Josiah Trelawny

•Sean MacGuire

[ilovecats-07]

my new wedded husband 💗

[luvliewriting]

❦❦❦

Their Love Language

❦❦❦

Imagine: What is their love lanuage?

Warnings: none

Note: did I miss a character you like? Feel free to request for me to do a part 2 for your favourites

❦❦❦

Arthur Morgan

Giving Gifts

I've said it before and I'll say it again, this man loves giving any kind of gift to those he cares for. Whether it's a simple pebble he thought looked nice or the latest pocketwatch, just to be able to see the bright smile on your face when you receive these gifts is enough for him. This man is such a giver, anything he sees he'll grab just so you can give it to you and tell you that he thought of you. You have a "little" collection of all the stuff that Arthur has gotten you; pretty rocks, feathers, cigarette cars, shiny coins, etc. The list never ends. Anything that lets him see that beautiful smile on your face is enough for him.

❦❦❦

Dutch Van Der Linde

Physical Touch

It's no secret that Dutch is a hands-on kind of guy, I mean hell he'll praise the ground you walk on in front of everyone, zero shame. Is the camp partying after a successful job? Sure as hell he's got an arm around your waist, maybe a kiss on your neck or two. He will happily swing you around in his arms in camp to his gramophone, anything that allows him to be physically connected to you is perfect for Dutch. His favourite though is early mornings in his cot with you curled up in his chest, your arm draped over his chest as he gets to pick up your wrist and leave a small kiss to it.

❦❦❦

Hosea Matthews

Quality Time

Hosea isn't a material kind of guy, he doesn't want gifts or anything like that. A simple horse ride with you is enough for him, he likes just being in your prescense. He's a simple guy, anything that allows it just be you and him is just perfect. Whether it be going to a nice viewing spot so he can read to you while you lay your head on his lap or fishing at sunrise with him. He enjoy spending time with you, even if its in complete silence and you two aren't doing anything, just the fact he gets to enjoy your company is enough to make him feel like a young man again.

❦❦❦

John Marston

Acts Of Service

I'm gonna be blunt, John isn't the most romantic guy alive. He'll put an effort sure but don't be surprised if he's not exactly prince charming. He does his best to be your dream man even when he feels like he's lacking so he's started taking up your chores around camp and asking if you had anything you needed or done. You didn't think much of it at first, you thought he was just doing a nice thing for you until you realised this was how he was showing his love for you. Don't get me wrong, John will do his best to be romantic physically don't worry, but he also enjoys getting to see you relax after a hard day not having to focus on any of your chores because he's already done them all for you

❦❦❦

Javier Escuella

Quality Time

Javier is much like Hosea when it comes to showing his love and care for you, he doesn't want anything physical. I mean if you get him gifts and stuff, he's not gonna turn his nose up at it but he's more just enjoying you being there with him. Especially when he gets to play his guitar just for you? Oh the man will just melt. He has songs that he wrote that only you will ever hear, it's all the more romantic when he finds you humming one of them to yourself while you're doing your chores around camp. He enjoys being around his hermosa more than anything else in the world

❦❦❦

Charles Smith

Words Of Affirmation

Sure Charles is a very private guy, it's not that he's embaressed about you; far from it, he's absolutely infatuated with you! When it's just you two, he'll shower you in compliments and words of affections when he dots your skin in kisses. If you ever feel self consious, he's the first to be on his knees complimenting and pointing out every little thing that he loves about you, how your blessed by the great spirit itself. Charles isn't exactly the same way in front of the rest of the camp (unless it's Arthur), he'll compliment you but he won't be as gushy, mainly just to avoid either of you getting teased or rude comments towards you by people like Micah who aren't exactly the most native respecting people.

❦❦❦

Sadie Adler

Acts Of Service

We all know that Sadie is a blunt woman as well as not exactly hands on with people. Sure if you just need to be held, she's happy to provide her arms as your support but she won't just randomly grab onto you. Not that she doesn't love you, she loves you more than anything but she's just not like that you know? Instead much like John, she'll start taking up jobs for you. She most likely won't be doing your chores around camp since she believes those should be shared between you two but if you just need someone to vent to than she'll sit down and let you vent, scream, cry, anything you need. If you're too shy to go order a drink for example, she'll step up and get you a drink (not that you're paying because she refuses to let you ever pay for anything)

❦❦❦

Sean MacGuire

Physical Touch

If he can have his hands on you he will. Especially around camp just to rub it in everyone's faces, he loves to show you off and will be your official hype man. His favourite thing is having you in his lap while he drinks and chats with his friends, placing a kiss every now and again to your shoulder. No one in camp is really tired of it, hey it gets Sean off of their backs since he's always following you around like a little puppy who got lost, your hand almost always in his. He can't sleep anymore unless you're with him, so if he's off on a long job or you're away from camp for a while, than guess what? Sean isn't sleeping and that's just a fact. He will pout like a child till he can see you again and have you back in his arms.

❦❦❦

Josiah Trelawny

Receiving Gifts

Josiah is gone for many days at a time, you rarely ever know where he is. So when he would be gone on these week long no contact days, you started writing letters with little gifts attached to them such as pressed flowers or a shiny pebble or a card you found that you thought he'd like. You never knew where to send these letters, you just dropped them off at the post office asking if they ever saw Josiah that he was to earn these letters. You never knew exactly how he ever got these letters but everytime he returned, he had your gifts with him. He carried most of them around on his horse Silver Dollar along with a photo of you two, just as a reminder what he would be returning to when he came back to the camp.

❦❦❦

Bill Williamson

Physical Touch

Bill is a big guy, so even if you're a big person, he will still love to crush you in his arms. He loves how he can just envelope you regardless of your size, plus he loves how safe he can make you feel in his arms. Nothing can get you while he's around, he won't ever let anything happen to you. He most likely won't do anything in front of other members of the gang because he's just more of a private guy. When it's just you and him though? He'll pick you up, he'll be loving up on you in his arms, anything that allows him to make you feel safe and loved in his hold.

❦❦❦

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog as it really does help me out

Taglist: @margofiore

❦❦❦

[dreamdaddydutch]

✒️All writing - Master list ✮

🖤  I finally decided to not only update my Masterlist, but to re-do it completely. Below are the current 57 pieces of writing I’ve done for the RDR2 fandom, split into four categories; Headcanons, Long fics - all 18+ explicit so minors DNI, Explicit fics (just shorter or headcanons) and Drabbles. I’ve tagged the characters I write about most frequently, but have written about others/included others in headcanons. Over time I will update this list to include better summaries, word count, clearer pairings etc. But for now I’ve left a rough idea next to each one.  🖤

Headcanons  ★

Time of the Month - How the gang reacts - Headcanons for Charles, Arthur, Javier and Sadie - how they look after you when you’re on your period. Warning for blood/a little smut.

Sleep Paralysis - How the Gang react - Headcanons for Javier, Tilly, Hosea, Lenny & Kieran. Little thoughts on how these members of the gang would help if you awoke from experiencing night terrors/sleep paralysis and the things they’d do for you.  

Time Travel head canons - Self-explanatory - A collection of thoughts regarding the gang and if they time-traveled to our time - some of it involves the reader.

Lenny - Guard Duty Headcanons - Pretty self-explanatory, just a collection of thoughts on what it would be like to be on guard duty with Lenny.

Pottery Date Headcanon - Javier x gender neutral reader. Short head canon imagining going on a date with Javier - it’s basically imagining ‘that’ scene in the film Ghost.

Van Der Linde Gang time travel karaoke head canons - Does what it says on the tin.

Headcanons - Dutch reacting to their s/o being teased - Request.  does wha it says on the tin. Pretty fluffy really and with gender neutral s/o.

Sean Looking after you headcanons - :) Gotta give Sean some love and he clearly likes looking after others!

Javier Teaching you how to play 5-finger fillet.  Long head canon regarding Javier’s teaching methods (he’d be the best and sweetest teacher)

Taking Mary-Beth to a book store Headcanons - Time travel, it’s short and sweet but I love Mary-Beth and she deserves the world.

Headcanons - reader sleeping on Dutch. Request. Honestly one of my favourite things I’ve written, it’s cute and fluffy!

Drawing Headcanons - Request. Fluff. Hosea/Arthur/Dutch and how they react to a reader who loves to draw members of the gang/the camp.

Javier/Charles/Arthur in an argument with reader - Request. CW relating to heated arguments/flinching in case of violence (of which there is none).

Going for drinks with Lenny Fluffy & Fun. Does what it says on the tin. 

Trelawny ‘s favourite plants - fluffy, thoughts on what plants  Trelawny loves and why - kind of linked to my piece ‘Everyday Magic’

Christmas/Yule with Javier 

Arthur being jealous & possessive 

🔞 Long Fics - All 18+ Minors DNI  ★

The Fairytale She Wove Pairing: Dutch x ofc (his s/o) - It’s over 17k words long, it’s easily my favourite thing that I’ve written for this fandom. There’s smut/angst/some violence and a warning for miscarriage. Essentially I wanted to write about what it would be like to be Dutch’s s/o through the years, the good and the bad. I may revisit this and add at some point.

Damned from the start. Request. Quite a bit of Angst. Pairing - Javier x f! s/o. Javier falls in love with Bronte’s daughter without knowing her true identity. Naturally when things go down, it gets awkward and Javier questions his feelings/loyalty. 

Absolution at the base of your Altar - Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four.  Pairing - Javier x afab reader. The reader was at Blackwater and thus carries around a lot of anxiety/survivors guilt over what happened. She thinks of something that may help her process the grief and guilt, but it will take Javier’s help. A lot of content warnings apply aside from the smut/explicit material, there are references to survivors guilt, anxiety, mental health, degradation, religion/theology, spitting during sex, reader being triggered by certain words during sex, hair pulling, choking. 

When It Rains - Hurt/Comfort/Angst . Javier choses Dutch over the one he loves, only later to return to them and beg for forgiveness. 

🔞  18+ only/explicit  ★

Ride of a Life time Part 1 - The Ride of a lifetime Part 2  Dutch x female reader - smut - Whilst the gang escapes in the middle of the night, Dutch and the reader ‘get dirty’ whilst riding the Count. Dutch has a new toy he wants to introduce to her…

First Times - Wax Play - Javier x gender neutral reader - smut - Headcanons (though a lot of bullet points, I got carried away) for the first time Javier and his s/o experiment with wax in the bedroom.

I See You - Charles x gender neutral reader. Smut & Angst/Hurt/Comfort. This broke my heart writing it… The reader was Arthur’s s/o, Charles promises to look after them, after Arthur’s death the reader and Charles process the pain by sleeping together.

Javier (slow, romantic sex) Headcanon - This is just fluff and smut really. Thoughts on Javier being super tender and romantic during love making.

What Do we have Here? - Molly O’Shea x female reader - Smut & some fluff - The reader comforts Molly after a particularly bad argument with Dutch, manages to soothe her by ‘getting into bed’. Of course there’s a chance they get caught.

Coming undone - Javier x John - Smut (a little fluff) To escape a storm, John and Javier decide to stay in a hotel, there’s only one room with one bed left, but that’s okay. After a bath, Javier heads back into the bedroom to find John, naked, in front of a mirror watching his reflection as he gets himself off. Javier intervenes.

Torturous - Dom Dutch x f! reader - (Prompt) - Smut (includes bondage and edging) Dutch is punishing the reader by fucking them incredibly slowly and teasing them a lot, no matter how much the reader begs/whines for more.  

Punishment - Dutch x f! s/o reader - (Prompt) Smut (a little fluff) The reader hasn’t been pulling their weight in camp so Dutch decides it’s time to punish them with a good spanking. Also contains a little over-stimulation and squirting.

A lesson in intimacy - Javier x Reader - Reader wakes to find they got their period during the night, Javier awakens to wonder what’s up. A lot of fluff/comfort and Javier being a sweetheart. Also contains Menstruation sex so please read with caution.

Charles gives a spanking - Request. 18+. Gender neutral reader. The reader opens up to Charles regarding the benefits of a good and loving spanking.

Dutch Face-sitting head canons Request. Dutch x f! reader. 18+ Does what it says on the tin.

HomeComing - 18+ Dutch x gender neutral reader. Imagine what it would be like returning to the gang after several weeks away, especially if you were Dutch’s s/o...

Punishment befits jealousy - Request. 18+ Spanking. Dutch x gender neutral reader. The reader lashes out at Mary-Beth with jealously, Dutch gives them punishment in the form of spanking.

The Lawman’s Uniform - Request. 18+ Dutch x f! reader. The reader (Dutch’s s/o) gets turned on by seeing Dutch in the lawman’s uniform, but is too nervous to say anything. Dutch takes matters into his own hands.

The Lawman - Request. 18+ Dutch x male reader. Dutch’s life is basically saved by a lawman, they’ve seen each other several times, started to get a feel for one another and realise there’s a connection. They decide to commit to this connection.

Take me to church - 18 + Request. Dutch x f! reader. Dutch robs the reader at gunpoint, the reader is in to it....

In A Cave - Request. Javier x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Things are pretty tough in Beaver Hollow, Javier knows that so he joins his love who is sat in the cave escaping the rain to comfort and reassure them.

Snow Request. Charles x gender neutral reader. 18+ In Colter the reader and Charles manage to get a moment away from the others to connect and return to their primal states while escaping the snow.

Pleasant Encounters - 18+ Dutch x f! reader. Based on a dream I had about Dutch. The reader meets Dutch at one of the mayor’s parties and gets to know him really well.

Thigh Riding with the gang - Featuring Javier, Charles, Lenny, Dutch & Mary-Beth. Does what it says on the tin. 

Together - Javier x Gender neutral reader. When things get difficult, sometimes the best medicine is just being close to the one you love.

First time - Dutch x afab reader. Just some thoughts on the first time the reader has anal sex with Dutch, how he prepares them/looks after them etc. 

Caught off Guard. Request. Dutch x afab reader. Set during Guarma, reader should be on guard duty but Dutch catches her pleasuring herself instead. He takes things into his own hands, quite literally. 

Drabbles  ★

What am I to you? - Arthur x gender neutral reader. Fluff & some angst/low self esteem. Based on a prompt I got sent, the reader and Arthur go fishing, Arthur asks a question that’s been playing on his mind. Longer pieces of fiction 

I can’t believe you believed me? Dutch and Hosea (being dads) - No warnings - a little fluffy. Based on another prompt that was sent to me, Dutch decides to try and get Hosea back for all his years of pranks and show the conman he isn’t always on the ball.

Just Breathe - Javier x Charles - gender neutral reader (Platonic) Hurt/Comfort/Fluff. The reader has a pretty awful panic attack and leaves the camp as they don’t wish the others to see. Javier and Charles find them and comfort them and help to coach them through it and calm down. Written in a way that can be taken as platonic, but also potential relationship.

Everyday Magic. Trelawny x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Trelawny and the reader are out on a mission for the Gang, they enter a greenhouse where the reader’s mind is opened to the beauty of plants. They and Trelawny share a heartfelt conversation over lunch which leads to a little more than was expected.

A Prophecy - Fluff/angst/comfort. Arthur & Mary-Beth talk about their future and Mary-Beth’s writing.

The Opera Singer. Request. Arthur is at one of the Mayor’s parties, there’s a female opera singer and he just cannot take his eyes of her. Of course Dutch has to intervene to make it awkward.

The Bird - Javier x gender neutral reader. Fluff/romance. This started off as something that was meant to be a short paragraph but ended up being a mini fic. The reader and javier are in love, they find an injured, young bird and look after it. The bird represents other parts of their relationship.

Singing while Javier plays guitar - Request. Pure fluff. The reader loves hearing Javier play guitar and sing in the evenings, it helps them sleep. Occasionally they join in. 

Molly reading Arthur’s diary - Request. One day Molly finds Arthur’s diary when he drops it, before returning it she has a quick read and within finds his thoughts about her. 

Everything will be okay in the end Pairing: Javier x reader. Fluff, a little angst. Javier comforting the reader when things get tough. Written during the covid days.

Autumn Haze - Lots of fluff, a little angst. Plenty of Javier providing comfort.

Kissing You - Fluff. Javier x gender neutral reader. The reader dreams of kissing Javier under the mistletoe, this fics shows that occasionally dreams can come true. 

[ch3apv0dkka]

Josiah Trelawny x Reader - Magic Man

All Masterlists | RDR Masterlist | Rules For Requests Everything I Post On Tumblr Is Also Posted On Wattpad: @/Ch3apV0dkka

Author's Note: I don't know how I feel about this. I don't see a lot of stuff written about Trelawny and I wanted to show him some love. It didn't really come out the way I wanted. Even though it's not very good and feels out of character, I thought the idea was kind of cute, even though the reader is a bit mean in the beginning. I also put Mary-Beth in here because I love her so much she's so pretty. Sorry if it's random and out of pocket, I just wanted to put her as the reader's bestie because I want to be her friend rahhh.

Plot: Trelawny is always trying to get your attention whenever he's at camp, even when it's clear that you're preoccupied. He's always trying to impress you but you seemed to find his tricks and antics childish and annoying.

"Is this your card Miss (Y/n)?" Trelawny asked, showing you an Ace of Spades. He was trying to get your attention and win your heart over. One not-so-small issue, he was terrible at talking to women, and in his mind, the best way to woo a woman was attempting to show off his magic tricks. Even though you were clearly preoccupied with a book and couldn't care less, he didn't back down.

"No," you scoffed, rolling your eyes, and continued to read your book, not paying much mind to the magician in front of you. You were tired and not in the mood for his antics today. You didn't even look at the card you picked in the first place. Maybe he was right, but it wasn't of any concern to you.

Trelawny seemed a bit saddened by your uninterested response, but he continued to try and charm you. He shuffled the cards in his hands and attempted to show you another one. "Okay, then how about this one?" He asked, holding up a Queen of Hearts, trying his best to keep a smile on his face.

"So close yet so far," you mumbled, still not paying much mind to him.

He let out a nervous chuckle and shuffled through his cards once again. "I have another one for you, care to try it?" he asked.

But you were growing more annoyed with him. "Honestly Josiah, I'm not interested. Can't you see I'm trying to read?" you replied, your eyes not leaving the pages of your book.

He frowned a bit but still persisted in trying to start a conversation with you. He looked at the title of your book, trying to find something to talk to you about. "What are you reading, dear?"

You placed the book down on the table and looked up at him. "If I tell you, will you leave me alone?"

He chuckled lightly. "Perhaps," he said, a small grin on his face. It was clear he didn't want to leave. He tried his best to sound charming, but it was clear he was just desperate to keep talking to you.

You gave a small sigh and reluctantly showed him the cover of the book. "It's a romance novel, nothing special. Now can you leave me alone?" You said, your tone was cold and harsh.

He seemed intrigued by the cover of the book. "A romance novel huh? I'll bet you're quite the romantic yourself, darling," he teased.

You scoffed once again. "I wouldn't say that."

"But surely a lady as lovely as yourself has some experience," he said.

"And surely a man like you would know by now that cheap tricks and pick-up lines won't win a clearly busy woman over," you retaliated.

He sighed, clearly a bit embarrassed and put down by your words. "Alright, I'll admit it, I'm not the best," he replied. "I'll see you later Miss (Y/n)."

You watched as he walked away with his head down and a frown on his face, slightly feeling bad for harshly rejecting his advances. Sometimes you couldn't help the way you acted towards people, you were always easy to set off. But you quickly brushed the feeling aside and went back to reading your book.

Later that night, as the sun went down, you sat down by the campfire, talking with Mary-Beth as usual. "Maybe I was a little too harsh towards him," you said, feeling a bit guilty.

"I told ya' you should've let him talk. But I guess everyone knows how you get when you're annoyed," Mary-Beth replied, taking a sip of her drink. "He's very persistent, I'll give him that."

"I guess I'm still not over my last relationship," you said, lowering your tone a bit. "It's been affecting my mood more than usual, but I didn't mean to be that harsh with him. God, I'm a horrible person," you said, hating to admit it out loud.

Mary-Beth looked at you sympathetically. "I understand how you feel, you're not a horrible person, (Y/n), but you can't push every man away forever because of a bad experience that happened months ago. You gotta let someone in someday."

You gave a small nod, knowing that she was right. She was always right. "I know, it's just hard. I don't want to get hurt again...I can't, I won't make it out alive," you said, feeling vulnerable, something that you hated being.

"Come on now, don't say that. You can't live life being afraid of getting hurt," Mary-Beth said, gently rubbing your shoulder. "You're not going to let what a past lover did define your whole life, are you?"

"It's just hard, every time I try to get close to someone it always ends up the same," you replied, the memories of your past relationship still fresh in your mind despite it being months ago. "Everyone else seems to be so happy and successful when it comes to their love lives."

"That's not always true, you don't know what's going on for them behind closed doors. There are some good ones out there, you just gotta find them," she reassured you.

You only nodded in response, not sure what to say. You knew she was right, she always was. She was smart when it came to not just helping herself make decisions but helping others as well and you appreciated that she wanted to help while also giving her honest opinion.

"I'm not saying you have to go for Trelawny, that decision is yours to make. But I will say, if you look past his little magician hobby, he doesn't seem bad at all. He knows what he wants and is willing to fight for it and I think that's something to admire," she said. "But don't push him away because you're scared of getting attached to the wrong person again, he seems like he wants to treat you well, but you have to give him a chance for that to happen. We all see the way you look at him, I know you like him, even if you don't admit it."

Her words had you thinking about things. You did have feelings you tried to suppress and you rejected Trelawny very quickly and harshly, without giving him a real chance because of it. He did come off as a bit annoying and arrogant at times, but he did have good intentions. "You're telling me people have noticed? That's embarrassing," you said. "I doubt he wants anything to do with me now though, I mean I was a total bitch earlier."

"I think some men like a bit of a challenge. He sure seems to at least," Mary-Beth said with a shrug. "It's clear that he wants to get your attention, I doubt he's going to give up. He's too stubborn to give up on a girl."

"What do you think I should do?" you asked her, still conflicted on how you should handle the situation with Trelawny.

"Why don't you apologize to him?" she suggested. "At least say you're sorry about how you acted earlier. You did hurt his feelings, after all, it only seems fair. Especially with how he looked like he was about to tear up when he got back here."

"Alright alright, I get it. Don't make me feel any more guilty than I already am," you said with a sigh. "I guess I do owe him an apology for that. You got up from the log you were sitting on. "I'll go find him now, thanks Mary."

You began to search the camp for Trelawny, hoping he was still awake, or even still at camp. You saw him sitting at one of the tables, the same one from earlier. You approached him, feeling a bit nervous. "Hey Josiah, is it alright if I sit here with you?"

Trelawny looked up at you, surprised to see you talking to him. "Ah, good evening dear," he said, trying to sound cheerful. "And of course, by all means, have a seat."

You sat down next to him. "Thanks," you said, before pausing, taking a moment to think of the right thing to say. "Listen, I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh, what is it, dear?" He asked, turning to give you his full attention. He still looked a bit upset.

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself. "I wanted to say I'm sorry about earlier. I was a real bitch to you, you didn't deserve that. I was just irritated, having a bad day, and dealing with my own set of issues. I didn't mean to take it out on you. I guess you kinda caught me at a bad time."

"It's alright dear, I was pestering you far too much anyway," he replied with a slight chuckle. "You were just trying to enjoy your book and here I come trying to impress you like a damn fool. I probably should've taken the hint when you told me you didn't want to talk."

"Yeah well, I could've been less mean about it," you said, feeling a bit better that he accepted your apology. "Honestly, I don't mind the tricks. It's kind of impressive how quickly you can shuffle a deck of cards."

"You weren't mean, simply firm in your decision. I just need to work a bit more on my performance," he said.

"Yeah maybe just a little bit more work," you said with a laugh as you leaned against his shoulder. "But I'm sure you do just fine when you don't have someone like me being rude to you."

He was happy to see you being kinder and not so hostile towards him. "So is it safe to assume you're not angry with me anymore, dear?"

"No more anger," you said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around him. "But for future reference, don't expect me to be very enthusiastic during my reading time," you laughed.

"Understood. No disturbance during reading time," he said as he held you close.

"Good, I'm glad we established that," you said as you looked up into his eyes. "But I still feel like my apology wasn't enough. Is there anyway else I can make things up to you?"

"You know, it has been a while since a lovely lady was this close to me. Perhaps if you let me take you into town tomorrow, that will suffice?" He suggested.

"Are you asking me out?" You asked, already knowing the answer. You just found it fun to tease him about things.

"I guess you could say that," he replied with a sly smile. "You have a problem with that, dear?"

"No, I don't have a problem with it. I'd like that a lot actually," you said. "You deserve a chance."

"That's the answer I was looking for, darling," he said, pulling you closer to him as he began to toy with a strand of your hair. You felt your cheeks get a bit warm as he played with your hair, but you didn't mind; you actually found it quite nice. You leaned into him, enjoying how gentle he was with you. "I'm glad we could settle things, darling," he said.

"Me too," you said. It had been a while since you let a man get this close to you. You thought you would never let something like this happen again. It made you a bit nervous, but you loved the way he showed affection towards you, it felt so right.

"Can I ask you something, dear?" You let out a small hum to signal that you were listening. "What made you change your mind about me, dear? A few hours ago you didn't even want to look at me, and now you're practically clinging onto me. Not that I'm complaining, mind you." he asked, genuinely curious about your sudden shift in attitude.

It wasn't like you to be so sweet and vulnerable around someone like this. You shrugged, "I guess Mary-Beth talked some sense into me. Made me realize I can't just shut everyone out and deprive myself of happiness because I fear abandonment. I always liked you, but I was scared and I tried to cover it up, but all I did was hurt your feelings."

"I don't blame you for being guarded, I know this life hasn't been kind to you," he said, trying to be understanding and sympathetic. "You've done a good job at hiding the way you feel, I genuinely thought you despised me. But I understand why, I'll be careful and patient with you."

"You're already doing a good job at being patient and understanding. Most would've given up the second a girl is rude to them, but not you, you kept trying," you said. "Why is that?" you asked curiously.

"Why not? You're a beautiful, intelligent woman. You don't act naive and helpless like the girls I've met before. You're strong and independent, and I find that quite attractive. I like it when you speak your mind, it's something I can respect, dear," he said, taking your hand in his. "And besides, I like a little bit of a challenge."

"You like it when a woman makes you grovel for her affection? You're a strange man, Mr. Trelawny," you teased as you looked up at him.

"I say it makes things feel much more rewarding," he said, bringing your hand up and kissing it. "I love you, darling," he said.

You smiled as he heard his words and gently placed your hand on his cheek."I love you too, Josiah," you said before kissing him. He let out a small hum of surprise as you kissed him, but quickly kissed back. He liked it when women would initiate the affection and it was even better coming from you. One of his hands held your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

The only thing on your mind was the feeling of his lips on yours and his arms holding you against him. You were so used to pushing people away, that it felt like a breath of fresh air to finally feel loved again. You were nervous about letting a man into your life like this again, but something about Josiah made you feel safe. He pulled away from the kiss to let you breathe, his hands still holding your waist.

His cheeks were slightly flushed and had a look of pure happiness on his face. He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. "I've wanted to kiss you the moment I laid eyes on you."

You smiled and placed your hand over the one he was caressing your cheek with. "Oh really? Do you think it was love at first sight?" You teased.

He laughed "For me it certainly felt like it. When I first saw you, sitting by the fire, reading your book with that focused look in your eyes. I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on," he said. "I used to never be on the camp this often until you arrive, I'm usually in Saint Denis."

You felt a bit surprised when he admitted that he made more time to come back to the camp just to see you more. "Stop it, you're making me feel even worse about how I was earlier," you said, hiding your face in your hands. "You changed your routine and traveled all that way from Saint Denis, just to see me more? Seriously?" You asked.

He gently pulled your hands away from your face so he could see your expression. "Of course, darling, I wanted more opportunities to see you," he said, gently pulling you closer to him again. "And please don't feel bad, I'm not upset with you, dear. I know why you did what you did."

You smiled as he reassured you. "I don't deserve you. You're too sweet," you said, letting out a small yawn.

"Darling, it's getting late, you sound tired," he pointed out as he gently ruffled your hair.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a bit sleepy now," you admitted, letting your head lay back on his chest. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow though."

"Go to bed, sweetheart. I want you to be well rested, I plan to spend the whole day out with you tomorrow," he said. "And I'm sure you will look stunning for me tomorrow, as you always do."

You smiled at his compliment. "Thanks, I'll get some sleep now," you said, starting to stand up. You were a bit sad that you wouldn't get to feel his embrace for the rest of the night. "Goodnight, Josiah."

He held your hand as you stood up, "Goodnight, my dear." He said as he kissed the back of your hand. You kissed his cheek one last time before you headed to your tent to fall asleep.

[saturnxlust]

Links❤️

TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY? Unheard of

Masterlist

Rules

Johnnie Guilbert

Pretty girl

Arthur Morgan

Nsfw alphabet

Age gap

Josh Hutcherson

Paparazzi

Chris Hemsworth

Meeting him in a movie 🍿

Brahms Heelshire 

Backgrounds hurt

Bo Sinclair

Buff girl

Vincent Sinclair

Buff girl

Will Grahm

Buff girl

Thomas Hewitt

Buff girl

Jasper Hale

Darling

Jake Webber

Hispanic!Reader

Tim Wright

Doctors in the house!

Brian Thomas

Doctors in the house!

Toby Rogers

Doctors in the house!

Benjamin Lawman

Doctors in the house!

Eyeless jack

Doctors in the house!

Jeffery Hodek

Doctors in the house!

Jacob Black

Gettaway

Dutch Van Der Linde

Age gap

Hosea Matthews

Age gap

Sean MacGuire

Age gap

Javier Escuella

Age Gap

Chales Smith

Age Gap

Josiah Trelawny

Age Gap

John Marston

Age Gap

Smut😝

Habit

Hyper reader

General hcs

Atticus Fitch

Late night love ❤️

Noah Maxwell

Fair time🤡

[agyraty]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Requests!

ׂ╰┈➤ I’m taking requests for Oneshots about Red Dead Redemption, Tlou and Call of duty!

Rules?

ׂI’ll Write just about anything!

ׂ╰┈➤ I will write Fluff, Angst, etc.

ׂ╰┈➤ if requested I could try Yandere.

ׂ╰┈➤ I might do smut? Idk though

ׂ╰┈➤ NO incest, for obvious reasons 💀

ׂ╰┈➤ I only do Male characters x Reader

ׂ╰┈➤ just like smut, I’m not to sure I’ll write about abusive relationships unless it’s like, good for the story? Idk 😭

—

Please give me any requests! I NEED something to write because I enjoy it 🙏🙏 so if you got any ideas message me!

Please don’t rush me though, I promise I’ll finish it as soon as possible. ❥

[orphicrose]

Fish out of water

(Arthur x OCPirate!Fem!Reader)

My art, don't steal please.

Prologue

Summary : Orphia has to leave her destined life as a pirate behind when she is marooned in America. Losing everything, and having to rediscover how to survive on the earth. Living a new life with little help. Till she falls in with a gang, not being able to bring herself to rejoin the sea and leaving those who she cares for.

! ! This is going to have a decent amount of chapters. I understand that it being long is intimidating for some to read, but despite if no one is interested i will be continuing this as its a passion project of mine. Skip the prologue if you want to! But it is important for the story. I do love a slow burn story with a lot of backstory so I apologise.

Warnings !! Guns, violence, swearing, slight g0re

Words : 3k

-----------------------

The mistress of the Atlantic was a old wives tale, told to children to petrify them into desired behavior. A name whispered in hushed tones across every tavern along the coast. Her true reputation proceeding her, striking justified fear into sailors and merchants alike. Eyes that gleamed with the cold fury of a storm-tossed sea, the embodiment of terror on the high seas. Not because she was a ruthless killer. Because she was a calculated woman, not afraid to teach those a lesson who under estimate her. She was feared for her sudden appearances, and her story. No woman during this time had ever accomplished such control over her men as she had managed, and in the eyes of those who had heard the stories they thought she was a witch. A witch who casted a spell on her crew.

Her uncanny ability to outmaneuver and outsmart her enemies struck a interest in the men she now called her crew. Never a boring day at sea with her. Respect being earnt, and not expected. That's one of the reasons they never left her side, her leadership was like no other. She pulled her weight and ensured the safety in return for their service. Till disaster finally stuck. Her luck sailing to an end.

It was 1890, Orphia had been a pirate captain for almost a decade. Learning from her experiences and growing as a leader. But even when the brightest minds are caught off guard, they can be overthrown.

A freeing breeze whipped through the sails as normal, waves crashing against the solid wood of the black pearl. Blue stretching for miles as the horizon curved at the edge of the earth. "Captain!" a voice hurried from behind her followed by a herd of footsteps. Orphia turned to find her brother, her first hand man. Stood in front of the audience of her crew. "They caught up with us, and they have friends" he pointed to the armed force of army ships a few miles away. The English army had been chasing them for years, they had grown too smart and advanced with their knowledge on Orphias crew.

The battle was short, but it seemed the dawn had caught up with them as the darkening sky came upon them as the deafening raw of dozens of cannons terrified the night. Ships closed in around the black pearl, suffocating it's structure. Orphia had to say goodbye to her life that day. The ship began taking on water fast as the four rival ships battered it beyond repair. Fires not being given the mercy by the salt water, bringing down the sails as they crashed into the deck. Cries for their captains help haunt her mind to this day.

If her brother hadn't pulled her from the burning pits of the crumbling platform, she wouldn't be here. Jumping into the pits of the dark blue below them with nothing but survival in their minds.

She had woken up on a muddy shore, a pistol still tangled in her hands. Sunburnt and covered in seaweed. The crew was scattered on the sea bed along with their former vessel. Determination to reclaim her lost glory was lost along with everything else, except for one other survivor. Enzo had been awake for a lot longer than her, pulling himself along the coast with bruised hands. Looking for his sister. She ran to the body on the floor, looking like a burnt corpse.

His shrapnel wound shifted her priorities to a pure motif of survival. "Am i going to die? Orphia?" his voice was desperate, digging his nails into the dirt next to him.

"Hush. I made a promise to our father that i wouldn't let that happen" she tightened the cloth ,that she ripped from her own shirt, around the bloody mess on the young boys leg. He gritted his teeth together in agony, refusing to let out a noise. "Right..." The pirate pulled the hat off her head, twisting it in her hands to ring out the water. "We need shelter, think you could stand"

The boy looked at her as if she was an idiot, motioning to the blood stained dirt surrounding his limb. "Think for a second. What do you think the answer to that question is?"

Orphia scoffed, her hat landing atop her hair once again. She hoisted the boy up, leaning his full body weight on hers as his arm clutched around her shoulder like a walking stick. "Don't be a smart ass, or I'll leave it here"

Dragging the harmed man through the deep swamps of mud was no easy task, but she managed. The morning sun setting over the Lemoyne landscape gave a nice feeling of their drenched clothes drying off.

A house stood, hidden behind bushes and a large forest along the coast. A miracle, she thought. The mansion itself is a grand, yet dilapidated structure. The surrounding marshland serving as an efficient barrier from unwelcomed guests. Though the atmosphere was eerie and foreboding, it was the perfect place to hide.

Enzo rested as best he could, tossing and turning as soon as night rolled around. Orphia spent the next week hunting with a small knife, not having much luck considering she had never done it before. Managing to steal a chicken from a farmers stead in the night was her best bet at survival. "My leg" The boy whimpered, gripping at his leg with both hands. His head was covered in blankets of sweat and his body burned to the touch. "Its not gone gangrene, you'll be fine" Orphia mumbled, peeling away the rotting dressing that covered it.

"Tell that to the metal in my leg" He hissed in pain.

She made attempts at stealing medicine from a small town, but their guns were intimidating enough to make her turn the other way. The gun powder in her pistol soaked, not having the right tools to fix it she was effectively weaponless. Defenseless. Back to being the damsel in distress, not being able to help herself or her brother. She was no one on land. A fish out of water.

"Use your knife" "against a whole town of fully armed Americans?" She scoffed "I don't think so, kid"

"So, steal a gun."

"You aren't very smart are you?" the two bickered around the fire they had made outside the home. Sharing an old tin of beans they found in an old wagon. Orphia spent the night pondering. Her next task was to find some sort of weapon. Perhaps she could trade for it. Or sell something. But what.

Society scared her, the unnatural order of it all. The stillness of the land made her feel ill. But she had to somewhat conform if they were going to survive. Then it hit her, that farmer she stole chickens from had a nasty shotgun on him. She'd nearly fallen victim to him countless times. She knew he was a drunk, a drunk who passed out when consumed to much. She can use that to her advantage.

The next night, she waited. Watched him from afar. The man was sat on his porch, polishing said shotgun funnily enough. A bottle of beer sat next to his chair. Not long passed before the old farmer fell asleep, rocking on his chair and spilling the contents of his drink all over the wooden floor.

Orphia suck up to him, a cloth tied round her face as to not reveal her identity. It was too easy to be true. She snatched the gun from the floor next to him and ran like she was being chased by it. Snatching a chicken on the way put because why not. The alarm calls from its friends woke the man, he stood abruptely to the sight of the figure running away like a fox. Even more alarmed when he went to reach for his shot gun and finding his hands empty.

"I'll catch you, little maggot!"

Orphia laughed with relief as her legs carried her further and further away, holding both the chicken and the gun.

"You did it? You beautiful bastard" Enzo cheered at her as she entered the home. "Who's not very smart now" He prodded at her, pulling himself to his feet using the table in front of his chair. His sister moved round the table and pushed him back onto the chair. Causing a painful sigh to escape him.

"Now i just need to somehow steal medicine" She threw the now deceased animal onto the table alongside with her newly obtained wespon.

"Going at night would be easier, no?" The boy began to pluch the feathers from the chicken.

"That's a idea, but the sheriffs is right next door. and I'd have to cause a lot of noise to get in." Her hands were rested on the table as she leaned on them. pondering once again. "I'm going to wait till morning, when it first opens. The sheriff on morning duty is another drunk so there's a high possibility he will be hung over or passed out"

"Look at you go, cowboy" Enzo threw a feather at her playfully, Orphia lightly whacking his head in return.

"Dirty pirate" She laughed back. "someone has to get us out of this"

Early the next morning, before the sun even had a chance to unveil itself, Orphia threw on her jacket riddled with holes. The shotgun was thrown over her shoulder, and fabric was tied around her face to once again hide herself.

The town was close to the farm she had been robbing for, the citizens calling it Rhodes. It had everything you'd need. So she didn't want to cause to many issues, as it was the closest civilisation to her apart from the big city. Saint denis. But she would be avoiding that sespit at all costs.

The sun peaked over the horizon as the doctor unlocked the door into his establishment. The rest of the town quiet of people. Orphia snuck through the door as he was settling into the desk in front of her. Pointing the gun at him to see when he turned around. A frightened 'Oh!' left his lips, immediately raising his hands as if he had done this before.

"I don't want to hurt you" was her first words, pushing forward towards him. "Keep quiet, and give me something to treat a wound, and you keep your head"

The pharmacist began sweating profusely, his poor mustache twitching above his lip. His hands still in the air, a finger stretched and pointed at the shelf on the far end of the shop. Bandages and tonics sitting idly, rising sun shining through the glass bottles and reflecting on the wood of the floor.

Her gun never left his site, keeping a keen eye for any sudden movements as she walked sideways to the cabinet. Using a free hand to stash anything she could find into her satchel, and backing away into the door behind her. When she was out, she ran. As fast as she knew how to.

It wasn't long till she could hear the Clerk shouting for help, the sluggish sheriff flying through the doors to see the commotion. But it was too late. She was already out of site.

Enzos wounds were tended to properly, disinfected and bandaged. A wave of relief hit the two, hope for a better tomorrow. "You know, you could have just casually stole this shit without pointing a gun at the poor man" Orphia tightened the fabric around his leg, causing him to wince in pain.

"Yeah well, I haven't exactly been cowboying for that long" she tapped his leg, again, causing him to hiss. "Maybe you can give me some lessons when you get up off your ass"

"Hey, it's not my fault i can't walk" He fell silent after the sentence left his mouth. Neither of them having a chance to grieve, to really think about what happened. Their whole life was on sea, they barely remember anything before that. That ship had been their home since they were children, baring victim to its cellar for a large portion of their childhoods.

"Are we going to talk about what happened?" Enzo mumbled, looking up to his sister from his resting place by the fire. She shook her head. "There's nothing to talk about, our luck ran out and they got us."

"We lost our friends. Are we just going to ignore that?"

"What do you want me to say? Want me to throw a funeral for all 22 of them without their bodies?" She bit back rather quickly, pulling the hat from her head and playing with the feather. "If we think too deep about it, we wont be able to move on. The army believe we are all gone, so we have the chance to start over. Lets take it" Orphia's tone shifting to a more desperate one, turning to see him. "You're only 19, brother, you still have so much ahead of you"

His face solemn, looking deep into the pits of the fiery blaze in front of him. "Where do we go from here?"

She thought for a second, sharing his view. Then looking over at the house behind her. "We already have shelter, lets focus on food for now. Maybe i'll look into getting us some money."

"What? You want to join this shit hole?"

"If we are going to stay here, we need to play the part. I don't like it either"

Enzo made quick progress over the next week, on the third day he managed to catch a rabbit. Orphia will never know how it happened but she was grateful to have a proper meal that night. They made acquaintances with some of the locals, Enzo sweet talking some strangers into lending him a bow. Which massively improved their diet. Adapting rather fast to their new life style.

In means of money, they kept to a piratey rout. Setting up small heists and jobs around towns to get some simple cash flow.

These jobs consisted of simple robberies, stealing carriages and selling them. Things like that. But with the new rise in crime, they also had competition with rival gangs. The lemoyne raiders being especially a pain in the arse, more so than Sherrif grey.

"Hey, check this out!" Enzo was heard, shouting from outside the gates of shady bell. His figure not visible. Orphia stood from her seat on the porch, looking around for the source of the sound.

His head bopping over the hedges around him, finally revealing a large black and red horse he had found. His legs flung around as his arms wrapped around the neck of the beast for dear life. "I don't know how to control it!" He yelped, turning to a worried mess as the horse attempted to buck him off its back. Orphia sat back down, agreeing that this was his well earned Karma.

"Orphia! Help! Please, i'm going to die up he-" His back his the floor with an 'oof'. Leaving the horse to roam freely around the edge of the swamp, still visibly disturbed. "She was fine earlier, maybe she saw you and was spooked" He clutched at his winded abdomen. His sister stifling a laugh as she shook her head.

"You're going to have such a stupid death one day." she laughed between words, resuming to polish her gun. Her idiotic brother climbing to his feet and attempting to win over the horse once again.

"Lets call her Pearl. She will be our new vessle" He shouted over, now standing a meter from the rearing horse with his hands out ready.

"No, you cant just use the same name again"

"Okay, you think of something."

Orphia looked up at the horse. "Hmm" she readjusted in her seat.

"What about Atlantic. No. Atlantis"

"Atlantis" He repeated. "Makes sense, she was lost before i found her."

[softrozene]

Miss Me

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

rdr2 masterlist

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

Originally published on September 17, 2020

Josiah Trelawny x Reader (Gender Neutral/Nonbinary)

Warnings: fluff, hints of past violence from that mission

Words: ~900

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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