hello everyone! this is going to be a rdr2 writing blog. this was an old account but i decided to finally use it!
i will be taking requests, or even just answering asks if you want to talk! i will be writing for rdr2 and will write basically anything as long as it doesn't make me uncomfortable (if it does, i'll say it). i think i can try writing smut but i don't have a lot of experience.
as for the characters, i will write for as many as i can, but i have to admit i would feel more at ease with the main characters, as they're the ones i know best. also, it is obvious but i won't write anything romantic about characters who are children. this is obvious but i still feel the need to clarify it..
english is not my first language, but i really love writing and will try to do my best to write well.
Arthur Morgan with a s/o who found a wild animal and wants to keep it
Hey! So sorry for the inactivity, I have a lot of things going on rn in my life and don't have much time to write, but anyways this was a request from @freakygirlforeve7-blog-blog ! I just loved the idea, it is so cute and this is just fun fluff material. I hope you like it, I feel like Arthur is kinda out of character but I tried making something fun to read and not too short since it's been a while since I got that request, really hope it's still good!
Pairing : Arthur Morgan x reader
Warnings : None
Tags : Fluff, Arthur being cautious, reader being the opposite, Hosea being your partner in crime
The gang was in Horseshoe Overlook for a week now. The supplies were low, and food was becoming a real problem, so you and Arthur decided to go on a hunting trip for a few days. Some supplies were forgotten in Colter, so you would go get them back and hunt in the mountains. This was a bit risky, but it was important.
The trip was alright. You and Arthur took a wagon with provisions for a few days. When you arrived, you chose to settle in a small cabin while Arthur was already gone hunting. You were putting food in the cabinet when you heard a faint noise outside. It startled you, but it sounded almost like a whimper. You opened the door and found a hurt mountain lion cub, with multiple wounds on its leg. You let out a small gasp and your first thought was to take care of the poor thing. Taking it in your arms, you carried the cub in the cabin and put it on the bed, bandaging him as well as you could. You had some meat, and decided to give him a small amount. He’s so adorable, you thought. You had the need to protect him, to take care of him. But would Arthur agree? You didn’t think so. He was very wary of wild animals, even more since John had been almost killed by wolves. But that cub was so small, unable to do any harm.. You sighed and got back to work. The little lion would not stop meowing, so you put him on your shoulder and continued to store provisions.
A few hours later, you heard the door open.
“Hey, I’m back. Hunting was good, I got-”
You had your back turned to him, and couldn’t see why he stopped talking all of a sudden. You slowly turned to him with a raised eyebrow.
“What’s wrong? Did you see anything worrying?” You asked.
“What is that thing on your shoulder?" His eyes widened, as he pointed to the lion.
“Oh, him? He’s a little cub I found in front of the cabin. He was hurt, so I took him in and took care of him. Isn’t he cute?”
“Are you kidding? What if his mother is looking for him? We have to get rid of him.”
“Can’t we keep him? He’s harmless, look. I don’t think he would be here if his mother was still alive, and I can’t just leave him to die.”
Arthur sighed as he watched you gently pet the cub. It’s true, that thing was cute, but he was worried.
“Listen…just don’t let him eat all of our food and we’ll see when we’ll go back to camp.”
You thanked him enthusiastically and hugged him.
For the two next days, you hunted with Arthur, leaving Zeus (you both decided to name him) at the cabin to let him rest. When you came back in the evening, you didn’t find Zeus anywhere. You were getting worried, and, frankly, sad.
“Where is he?” You kept saying, over and over again.
“Maybe he went back to his mother. It’s okay.” Arthur pulled you in a hug, arms wrapped tightly around you in an attempt to comfort you. Suddenly, you both heard a loud sound and saw Arthur’s eyes widen in surprise.
“What’s wrong, Arthur?”
He quickly pulled away, trying to reach at his back and turning it to you in the process.
“There’s something clawing at my coat! Can you see it?”
Of course you did see it. Zeus was there, hanging from the back of Arthur’s coat, hooked with his tiny claws.
“It’s him!”
You carefully took Zeus in your arms and hugged him. You started patting his head as Arthur looked, slightly annoyed about his damaged coat.
“How the hell did he get here?” Arthur groaned.
To answer his question, you looked around. It really seemed like he jumped out of nowhere. And as you looked around, you saw it.
“Look, the cabinet’s door is open.”
“Did he really hide there?” You both laughed.
“Well, at least you’re not sad anymore”, said Arthur. “By the way, I think we’re done hunting. Maybe we could go back to camp tomorrow?”
“Yeah, that’s alright with me”, you replied. There was a small silence, and you looked at Arthur with big eyes, obviously trying to ask for something without actually having to speak.
“What is it?” He asked, confusion in his eyes. Suddenly, he got it. “Yeah…I guess we can keep him for now. Don’t know if he’ll be allowed in camp though.”
You kissed Arthur on the cheek to thank him. Your eyes were glistening with joy, looking at Zeus like a baby. Feeling tired, you decided to go to sleep now, taking care of packing things in the morning. Arthur and you went to bed and Zeus slept next to the both of you, comfortably laid on the floor.
The next morning, Arthur helped you pack all of your things. You left the mountains at about noon, Zeus was on your lap as you were next to Arthur driving the wagon. Zeus was incredibly docile, doing nothing but sleeping, stretching and occasionally asking for a treat. His wounds had healed and he was full of energy, which relieved you. The ride was quiet, went quite fast and was pretty nice. You got to camp at night, while everyone was already gone to sleep.
“Okay, this is convenient”, Arthur said. “Let’s just sneak him in our tent. He won’t be too much of a trouble-maker, I think.”
You carried Zeus in your tent, followed by Arthur, and you both collapsed on the cot, exhausted. Arthur kissed your forehead and cuddled you to sleep.
“Y’know, I’m pretty happy you found him. He’s cute.”
“See? I knew you would grow fond of him!”
“I’m still careful, in case he tries to steal you away,” he joked.
Arthur and you both woke up late. You were still tired from the exhausting hunting but sleeping helped you a little. You turned over and let your arm hang over the side of your cot, your hand looking for Zeus. But you didn’t feel any fur. You got up, and didn’t see him in the tent. Where was he?
“Arthur, I don’t see Zeus anywhere.”
“Eh, he might be hiding again. I think that’s his forte.”
Still worried, you headed outside. Everyone was doing their usual activities, and you quickly waved hello to Javier sharpening his knife around the fire. Suddenly, you heard Hosea’s voice behind you.
“Ah, you finally woke up. Come here for a second.” He was behind your tent, only his head visible.
You walked to him, and saw him holding Zeus in his arms.
“Did you two bring him from your adventures?”
“I’m, uh, I’m sorry, he was hurt and I didn’t know what to do, I-”
“I like him,” Hosea said. “He was wandering around the camp early this morning, only me and Dutch saw him.”
You let out a sigh of relief.
“Is it okay if we keep him? He’s harmless, I promise, and he could help us hunt.”
“Alright, just keep him hidden for now. I don’t want everyone in camp to know about him yet. Dutch likes him, by the way. Did you give him a name?
“Yeah alright,” you smiled. “his name is Zeus.”
“Okay well, leave little Zeus in your tent for now, make sure he doesn’t escape and we’ll show him around tonight,” Hosea winked at you and walked away. Never in your life had you thought you would get so attached to a wild mountain lion, but now that he was here you knew good times were coming.
just wanted to quickly apologize for the inactivity, im on vacation rn and I don’t have much time to write but I promise I’ll work really hard to post as soon as possible!!
normalize thanking writers when they write something you really like. like thank u for the food I am inspired and ready to go on about my now awesome day
your dutch fic was great!! it was awesome. you can’t tell that your new to writing fan fiction at all!! are you able to write something about arthur dealing with a really REALLY drunk s/o?
Hey!! Thank you so so much!! I wasn’t too sure about how I should do this, so I wrote it as headcanons (it’s almost a little story.) I hope you don’t mind!
Arthur Morgan with a drunk reader
Pairing : Arthur Morgan x reader
Warnings : None
Tags : Fluff(?)
A/N : I hope this is okay! I feel like it is too short but if you want me to remake it or make it longer (or a fic), just tell me!
At the beginning, Arthur might think you’re acting drunk just to annoy him.
But when he asks you basic questions and all you can do is stare at him and giggle like an idiot, he knows you’ve had too many drinks.
He tries to stay calm but on the inside he’s panicking. What should he do? Should he take you to your tent now and just put you to sleep or should he just let you have fun and keep an eye on you? Should he just leave you alone?
He decides to stay with you when you clumsily loop your arm around his and ask him to share a bottle with you
He’s really flustered, the way you look at him with those half-lidded eyes, that dreamy gaze…He’s blushing. A lot.
Even if you’re drunk, you might notice it. He’ll just deny it.
If you start singing, he’ll eventually join in. However, if you want to dance, panic is going to take over him. You will probably trip over his foot and fall though.
If you flirt with him, he’ll probably say it’s just the alcohol kicking in and will just tell you that you are, indeed, VERY drunk. But he’ll flirt back and tell you he loves you.
If you try to kiss him, it might turn into a makeout session if you’re in a relatively private area. Private depends on how many drinks the both of you have had. Unfortunately for everyone else, the campfire is considered a private place when you’ve had too many drinks.
Once you start yawning and stretching every minute, he’ll decide it’s time for you to go to sleep. He won’t even let you protest, because he’s just carrying you like a potato sack.
He’ll let you rest, but will stay close so he can give you medicine if your head hurts, or water if you’re thirsty.
The morning after, he might tease you about how ridiculous of a drunk you are.
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hey are you able to write something for dutch where his s/o has an awful nightmare and he comforts her?
Hello, thank you for the request ! I tried, it's a bit short but I hope you'll like it :)
Dutch comforting his S/O who had a nightmare
Pairing : Dutch van der Linde x Reader
Warnings : mentions of blood
Tags : angst, fluff,
A/N : As I am very new to writing, this is my first "fanfiction" ever. I am open to criticism as long as it's not too rude, I hope you'll like it anyways :)
Fire, fire everywhere. The camp was destroyed, flames licking the canvas of the tents. You were standing in front of you and Dutch's tent, petrified by the vision before you. Everyone was dead, their lifeless bodies lying on the floor next to your feet. Your hands were covered in their blood. The Pinkertons had come and burned the camp to the ground. They mercilessly slaughtered your friends -- your family. You felt as if you were drowning, despair submerging you, smothering you as you gasped for air, your sight grew dim and-
Your eyes opened wide. Your chest rose and fell back down a few times, and you tried unsuccessfully to regain control of your breath. Tears were rolling down your face without a noise. You instinctively wiped your forehead with your forearm, but all you removed was sweat. A nightmare, again. It was not unusual for you to have those, but it has been happening more and more often lately. As silently as you could, you rolled over to see Dutch's back facing you. At least I didn't wake him up, you thought. He was tired as of late, the gang's dangerous situation had taken a toll on him. The last thing you wanted to do was tire him even more.
The camp was silent. Everyone had gone to sleep for at least an hour now; There was no sound but the occasional singing of a cuckoo. Careful not to make any noise that could awaken your lover, you slowly stood up. As you were walking out of the tent, you heard a low voice behind you.
“Come back, sweetheart. What happened?”
You felt your whole body become tense. So he heard everything, you thought. His voice was enough to make the tears you tried to repress flow. You crawled back into the cot, facing Dutch as he was now turned to face you.
“Had a nightmare… These bastards killed everyone but me,” you whispered with a shaky voice, sobbing. You hated this feeling that was creeping over you; you felt like this was just gonna worry Dutch even more. But your thoughts were interrupted by his sleepy voice.
“Oh, darling,” he sighed. He slowly cupped your cheek. “You know I would never let these men come here.”
He looked at you with concern, as he lovingly moved his hand to your chin. He gently brought your lips to his, fondly kissing you. His facial hair softly tickled you, but you didn’t mind.
“I had your blood on my hands, Dutch. I felt so hopeless..”
“Look at me.” He grabbed one of your hands and kissed it countless times. “Those hands will never get dirty as long as I am here,” he said as he pulled you close to him and embraced you tightly.
You wished you could stay here forever, protected in his strong arms as the hand that didn’t hold your chin was affectionately stroking your back.
“You are safe. We are safe. Alright, dear?”
“I love you, Dutch.”
“I love you too. Now come here.”
He laid flat on his back and gently grabbed your arm to help you move yourself on top of him. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes as you smelled his comforting Cologne scent. His arms rested on your back, securing you in place as the two of you fell back asleep, the only thing on your mind being how lucky you were to have Dutch.
