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This was created for me to post Headcanons and Fics I write after I realized how harmful using genAI actually is. Writing is something I’ve always wanted to do but I never had the courage to post. However I finally worked it up now so here I am :]
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Characters I write for: (I'll also write for Hogwarts Legacy Characters if requests)
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
James Potter
Severus Snape
Voldemort/Tom Riddle
Lucius Malfoy
Draco Malfoy
Viktor Krum
Barty Crouch Jr.
I'll mostly write for GN or Masc Reader since I'm a trans guy and feel more comfortable writing in that perspective :] !!
I'll probably add more characters to this list!! If the Character you want to read about isn't on it don't worry and just send me a request :]
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Can I make a request that’s set back when John and Arthur are young? I just wanna see Arthur, John and reader acting like siblings, messing with each other, playing pranks, and whatnot ☺️
Thank you for your request!! I’m glad I can provide reading material for so many people on here :] Also this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long, I'm sorry for that Anon. I'm still alive, just had to get through a lot of tests at school and writers block. I really hope I can post at least once a week now.
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Cats, Pranks and Sibling Rivalry (hc format for now, will be edited and posted as a fic later)
Normally the camp was quiet, normally, when Arthur, John and you weren’t together in one spot, then it was quiet
Right now though? It was anything but
You had somehow managed to sneak a stray cat into the camp, it was an energetic little thing, so obviously the first thought that came to your mind was to play a prank on your two brothers
Arthur was allergic, that was already enough for you, so naturally John would be the poor soul that had to suffer the main hit of your prank
The little animal nestled in your arms, purring happily and occasionally kneading it's paws into the fabric of your clothes, was the main event
It was completely harmless, at least with you. You had tried to show it to Hosea earlier and the cat had tried to scratch him, wasn't even happy with how Hosea had been looking at it
After another soothing stroke you carefully placed the animal down in John's tent, closing the flap behind you after leaving
Then you settled into a nice spot, a bit further away to not rise too much attention to yourself but close enough to have a nice view onto John's tent
Arthur was close, he had seen the mischievous glint in your eyes and knew that you had most likely set up another prank
Instead of reprimanding you for it he leaned against a tree close to you and just watched, curious to see what you had planned
John returned to his tent not too long after
He opened the flap, slipped inside and allowed it to fall closed behind him
You held your breath for the first few seconds until a loud and high scream could be heard
John running out of his tent, closely followed by the cat you had found
Arthur had to hide a small grin
You couldn't hold back the sharp laughter that tore from you throat
Watching everything play out kept you distracted, so distracted that you didn't even realized how Arthur grabbed a slug...and let it fall right into the back of your shirt
The cold, slimy feeling made you tense and sqeal, trying to shake whatever it was that caused you discomfort out of your shirt
Arthur quickly disappeared after that, no doubt sitting down close to Hosea, neither you nor John wanted to get reprimanded by the older man again for trying to pull a prank on Arthur while he was so close to Hosea
Eventually you managed to get it out, and John managed to escape that cat, it quickly settled onto your bedroll though
Miss Grimshaw rolled her eyes with a tired sigh, Dutch tried to ignore the chaos and everyone else was just happy that you three had each other to annoy, otherwise the day would have been a whole lot more exhausting
As always thank you for reading!! And I would like to apologize once again for the long wait. I fear i really just overwoked myself and since I actually do have a life outside of writing it got too much rather quickly :]
Hey, just wanted to check in. I hope you are doing alright.
Hello :] Thank you, I'm doing okay. I know i haven't been posting all that much lately and I'm sorry for that!!
My life has been kind of busy but I promise I haven't given this blog up!! I'm still writing and working on requests, even if it's a little slower now. (I fear I did actually overwork myself a bit when I started posting fics every day)
Thank you for taking the time to check in thkugh :] I really appreciate it!!
Hello, hello! I am popping in once more to request some headcanons, if it's okay. I would like to request some headcanons for Arthur, Colm, Dutch, and John who get into a particularly nasty argument with S/O, and as they move forward or make a gesture with their hands, S/O flinches away believing they're about to be hit. I do enjoy angst and hurt/comfort, it is terminal I fear.
Thank you for your time and I hope you are having a great day. :)
Hello!! Of course it’s okay, I really enjoy doing requests like these :] My days have been a bit rough lately and writing hurt/comfort is my favorite way of coping with things :) Your request came at the right time for that!! Also I’m sorry for being kind of inactive, I’ve had a lot going on and actually just managed to make some new friends after I’ve struggled with that for years :)
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Flinching during an argument, Headcanons for Arthur Morgan, Colm O’Driscoll, Dutch Van der Linde, John Marston
Arthur Morgan
The Argument had been petty and small, insignificant, at least at first, it quickly escalated into something bigger
Now neither of you knew what had started the argument, you were both hurling insults and mistakes from the past at each other, mistakes you had promised each other were never that bad, now they came back up
It was quiet, both of you had stopped, now you were just glaring daggers at each other, trying to find words or new arguments, or maybe even trying to somehow make it better again
Arthur eventually lets out a heavy sigh and raised his hand to scratch the back of his neck
The movement happened so quickly and caught you off guard and with the adrenaline from the argument still running through you you were hyper aware of everything
You flinched, taking a small step back, pulling your shoulders up and raising your hands a bit, preparing to block a blow that never actually comes
Arthur doesn’t make another move, he just stares at you, shocked, mostly at the fact that you had felt so threatened to react like that
He didn’t say anything at first, just stared, then he slowly lowered his hand, taking a small step back and waiting for you to slowly let down your hands
He didn’t want to push while you were obviously still on edge
He waited, patiently, and after you slowly relaxed a bit more he took a step closer again
even when you teared up because you felt guitly, you didn’t think he could ever hurt you, you didn’t even really know why you reacted the way you had just reacted
The argument was mostly forgotten now
After making sure you were okay with being touched he just held you, neither of you spoke, perhaps it was still the hurtful words weighing heavily in the air or maybe it was how peaceful this moment was
Arthur would maybe ask afterwards what this was all about, if you really thought he could ever hurt you
Depending on your willingness to open up you two would spend the rest of the night talking or just silently cuddling close to the campfire
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Colm O’Driscoll
Arguments between you and Colm weren’t that rare, they happened more often than not, but usually it was small things, arguing over who had misplaced the other’s guns, who had forgotten to sharpen the knife properly, things like that
This time however it was different
Colm was already stressed and mad because of a job, the small mistake you made had just been the final drop that caused the bucket to overflow
The screaming match started, both of your voices raised and insults were just getting thrown around, hurtful words that neither of you meant at the moment
Colm suddenly raised his hand in a quick and fluid motion, he was used to slapping his men around, he had never raised his hand towards you though, until now
You weren’t afraid of Colm, not really, the sudden motion of him raising his hand however made you flinch backwards violently
You kept a defensive posture, waiting for a hit that never actually came
Colm froze too, his expression didn’t show it but he wasn’t unaffected by how you reacted
He didn’t apologize, that’s not the type of man he was
He would just leave you alone in that cabin for hours
Those hours were the longest of your life, you didn’t know why you had reacted that way but it left you shaken
Long after nightfall Colm came back, he was quiet, more gentle and careful
He didn’t speak, just dropped his jacket over one of the chairs and went to lay down next to you in bed
He smelled like gunpowder and alcohol and horses
He was silent when he wrapped his arms around you and just…held you
It was the purest act of kindness Colm was capable of, it wasn’t a promise that it wouldn’t happen again, because it most likely will, it was just a small apology, for scaring you like that
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Dutch Van der Linde
Dutch and you never really argued, you trusted him and he trusted you
You knew how he could lash out sometimes, you didn’t blame him, you knew it wasn’t truly his fault so you were there for him, pulling him back from the abyss constantly trying to pull him in
This time it was worse than usually
Something had gone wrong and Dutch was on edge, constantly pacing around close to his tent, muttering to himself
You had tried to get him to see reason which quickly escalated into an argument
Dutch grew more erratic and even aggressive
He took a fast step towards you, raising his hand in a wild gesture which immediately caused you to flinch backwards violently
He didn’t realize at first, too caught up in his own head, his own thoughts
It wasn’t until much later, after he had left you and had gone somewhere else to find someone to do a job for him
You were already in bed, still a bit shaken up from everything that had happened when Dutch came back into the tent and closed the flaps carefully
He sat down at the edge, his head in his hands
You knew that he was calmer now, not as close to the abbys as before
Slowly and carefully you wrapped your arms around his middle, sitting up behind him
He gently put his hands over yours and started to rub slow circles into your skin
A quiet apology followed afterwards, barely spoken
but you knew he meant it, so you gently shushed him
Dutch himself knew that it would probably happen again, he could feel himself slipping sometimes, but he also knew that you would always be there to pull him back before he went too far
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John Marston
You and John don’t argue all that much, it still happens but it usually is never that bad
This time though the argument had escalated. You had brought up how he had left and he immediately grew defensive and slightly aggressive, not in a way that frightened you, it just annoyed you a bit
Neither of you were willing to drop the argument in any way and it escalated even more, so far that John took a quick step forward, raising his hand in a quick motion
He was probably only trying to exaggerate something but for you it immediately send warnings through your whole body
In a quick motion you flinched backwards, your hands twitching upwards to protect yourself from a blow that never lands
John looked more shocked than you were, for you it was a reflex, you hadn’t thought, only acted
After a few seconds of awkward silence, your racing heartbeat slowly calming down again, he spoke
”Did you…..did you think I would hit you?!”
He sounded exasperated when he said that, shocked and a bit hurt that you thought he would hit you
You didn’t answer him right away, you wanted to tell him the truth, to reassure him but you weren’t sure what the truth was right now
so you stayed quiet
He left shortly after, hurt still deep in his eyes
It wasn’t until later, when you were sitting by the campfire, that he came back and sat down next to you slowly
At first he didn’t speak, then he carefully pulled you into his side
This gesture meant more than any apology ever could
Without making another sound you curled up against him some more, quietly promising to tell him eventually, and he didn’t push anymore
Okay!! I finally got this done, halfway through writing i realized that I already had another draft so I will upload that draft tomorrow. I hope I can go back to writing more regularly again now.
Thank you for reading!! I hope you all have a nice day
hi this is my first time doing a request, sorry if are some mistakes, english is not my first language, but can you write about a reader that is kind like sadie, she wear pants, she is a outlaw, and very good with guns, Pretty badass and can you writte bill and kieran preferably pls
I’m sorry but I’ve stated multiple times that I will not be writing for fem reader :) I post rules and even started linking them in my works and honestly it’s a little tiring that some people still won’t read them. From now on I will be deleting every fem reader request I get. This blog is meant for GN, Masc and Transmasc readers
Requests are still very much appreciated, just maybe try to at least take one of my boundaries into consideration
(I’m working on two fics rn as an apology for not writing all that much lately, life has just been a it stressful)
I didn't feel like writing today, I promise I'll get back to it tomorrow :) I instead tried to practice some horse anatomy so you guys get to enjoy some very very rough sketches :]
I want to eventually draw some fanart for RDR2 so I felt like practicing horses is a great way to start!!
Hello almighty, gracious sir that makes the most wonderful headcanons. I have a request for you, your majesty. I need Javier Escuella’s headcanons x trans masc S/O in shark week.
Thank you and have a wonderful day and weekend
Hello kind sir that keeps giving me inspiration for Javier Escuella. I very much blame you for how much I enjoy writing for him! (I’m joking I absolutely love your requests and I always get excited when I see your name in my Inbox bcs I can be 99% sure that it’s going to be for Javier :]) (kind of writing this with from my own experiences, everyone’s experience is different so I tried to keep it as ambigious as possible)
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Shark Week, Headcanons for Javier Escuella with a transmasc S/O
Javier always knew when your Period is coming around, and he knew how it made you feel
It builds up most of the time, sometimes the cramps would be worse, then you would have small stomach aches weeks before, when they weren’t that bad there were no cramps beforehand
He had been keeping a closer eye on you since you had first winced in pain and shifted your stance.
That’s why it didn’t come as a surprise to him when a few days after you were curled up on your bedroll, unwilling to get up
He didn’t push or prod or force you to tell him, he sat down next to you and carefully started to run his hands through your hair
Javier would sit with you for a few minutes, making sure you were as comfortable as possible before he got up again to get you some water and a warm blanket (he had let it warm up close to the fire, he had learned fairly quickly that a warm blanket draped over your midsection helped quite a lot)
Javier took up all your chores for the first day, when it was especially bad, he knew you still wanted to be useful but he assured you over and over again that you were allowed to rest for a day
You were in pain after all
He’d make sure you have enough clean clothes and things to help with the bleeding
Sometimes during bad periods when the gang couldn’t find enough food or had too much stress because of constantly being on the run you wouldn’t get your periods
so in a way it was a sign that at least you were well taken care of and weren’t under too much stress
He still didn’t like that you were in pain every other month
Thank you so much for reading! I hope all of you have a nice day :)
HIII I LOVE YOUR FICS SO MUCH!! I’m so grateful to find someone who actually does bill Williamson x readers because there aren’t a lot of them!! But I was wondering if you could do one for him I don’t really know what about if you need ideas just reply to this and I’ll think of some ideas but just anything sweet with a gender neutral reader since I know you don’t do specifically fem readers (which is totally understandable lol) but no pressure and take your time!! (Also sorry if anything is spelt wrong there’s a chance and I might be dyslexic so my spelling isn’t the best!)
Thank you!! And I agree omg Bill is so underrated. I love to write for Characters that don’t get a lot of attention :) I’ve tried to keep it gender neutral and I’m pretty sure I didn’t use any pronouns but if I did please forgive me and feel free to correct me!! It’s a bit short, around 500 words, I hope you don’t mind.
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Peace and Comfort by the Campfire
The soft crackling of the campfire and the small and gentle sounds of the nature surrounding you two provides a serene and actually peaceful environment. For once you feel like you can actually relax.
Ever since the mess in Blackwater it seemed to be one mistake and bad job after the other. Pinkertons were constantly tailing you guys, the Bounty Hunters never seemed to rest either and Camp didn’t feel as safe as it used to anymore.
Bill was somewhere next to you, you were able to feel his body radiate warmth and a feeling of safety. You two had been nearly inseperable ever since escaping together. You two had been close before that, but now it was almost like you two shared everything.
Bill took a long sip of the bottle he was holding in his hands while stretching one of his legs out a bit more, the muscles no doubt sore from being in a saddle all day.
You let out a small chuckle, he sometimes reminded you of one of those large dogs you could sometimes see in cities and villages. They always seemed big and scary but you knew they were puppies at heart. The resemblance was a bit uncanny but you would never say that to his face (well maybe late at night when you two are alone and you feel like teasing him a bit).
With a small sigh you allowed your head to slowly fall against Bill’s shoulder. He merely glanced your way with small huff “You good there?” His gruff and slightly hitched voice sounded even better when there were no other sounds trying to drone it out.
You hummed, slowly hooking one of your fingers into the fabric of his brown jacket. “You’re really warm” You sighed and closed your eyes. Moments like these when you were just able to exist with Bill away from the world. The teasing. The fear. The danger. The constant threat of potentially being shot.
Bill huffed and for a small second he looked like he wanted to say something before he scoffed and shook his head. He muttered some incoherent words but you could faintly make out him saying something about how you were “impossible” and “annoying” but you knew he didn’t mean it.
If he did he would have shoved you off when you had first laid your head on his shoulder. A small grin pulled on your lips while you muttered a sleepy “Sure”.
Holding a conversation when both of you were on the verge of falling asleep was quite difficult so neither of you made another attempt.
You eventually dozed off against Bill, both of your backs would let you feel it the next day, the fact that you both had been too lazy to go and lay down, that you had preferred to stay right there, to hold onto the moment with the Campfire and your bodies pressed together, providing an extra layer of warmth and protection.
Thank you for reading!! Constructive Criticism is as always very appreciated and I hope you enjoyed this short fic with Bill
Okay so i dont know if you would like to do like a sci-fi type of thing cuz rdr is obviously old and stuff but what if like it was like a guardian angel reader and his whole job is to protect Arthur and Arthur being the big strong man he is isnt used to it so he has to get used to it and slowly over time comes to terms and slowly becomes romantic you can do nsfw if you want its up to you but Ya! hope you pick mine love your storys thanksssss😘😘
Thank you so much for your request! I actually really love the concept of guardian angels and decided to heavily lean onto how Supernatural portrayed them. I love their description of angels <3 Since I’m already at 1.2k words I’ve decided to make this into a small series with multiple parts :) I hope you enjoy! (I wanted to post this yesterday but got into a few arguments over AI with some people again so I kind of forgot I’m sorry)
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Divine Intervention
Arthur had never believed in god or in any higher being. Too much shit had happened in his life for him to believe, he had seen too much suffering. He didn’t believe you at first. You had appeared out of nowhere, dressed in mismatched clothes and with hard, pining, cold eyes.
Your way of talking was strange too, you didn’t understand sarcasm or any of his ‘jokes’. You would always just look at him with a confused tilt of your head and mutter something about how whatever he had just said wasn’t possible.
Right now you and Arthur were on the way to pick up a new gun Arthur had said he would need. You were trailing a few paces behind him, something you always did, it was a way for you to watch over him…..and it felt weird to him. He had never needed protection before, not since he had learned how to actually properly shoot a gun.
Arthur didn’t ask anymore if you wanted to wait for him outside or come into the shop with him. You always waited outside. That was the only thing he had adapted to. The whole protecting thing not so much.
Arthur rolled his shoulders while flipping through the catalogue, his gaze would occasionally wander towards the window to try and catch sight of you, trying to see if you had moved, or if you were talking to someone. But you always stayed at the very same spot, staring off into the distance, never speaking a word to anyone else.
With a small heavy sigh he eventually grabbed the new rifle from the Gunsmith, wishing him a nice day (they needed to keep their noses clean in this city, Dutch’s orders), and pushing the door open, stopping beside you.
“Ready to head out?” Arthur asked. He knew by now that everything he said sounded like an order to you, you never really objected whenever he would propose to go somewhere. You just followed him around like a puppy. A badly socialized one at that.
You fell into step next to him, there were a few too many people out on the street for you to walk a few paces behind him. Your gaze was locked onto the rifle slung over Arthur’s shoulder. Weapons, something you’ve never understood before, at least not guns. Knives you could understand, you had our own blade with you after all.
Getting back to the horses was easier than you thought it would be. Last time Arthur had gotten into a duel, you had had to interevene (you didn’t, Arthur had it handled but your orders and instincts had worked faster, afterwards you guys had to flee the scene because how do you explain a body with burned out eyes to the sheriff).
Arthur easily saddled up, you yourself stiffly patted the animals neck before getting on too. You could feel that it was still wary of you, that it felt that youweren’t what you pretended to be. Usually you liked animals, they just didn’t seem to like you all that much.
Urging your horse to fall into step next to Arthur’s you eventually lost yourself in all of the sensations again. Earth was as beautiful as it was cruel.
“Arthur” You eventually spoke up. The Cowboy tensed for a second, not used to hearing your voice, or for you to speak to him without being asked something, before he turned his head to glance at you.
“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked gruffly and took the reigns into one hand to allow his other to hang loosely by his side.
He narrowed his eyes when you didn’t answer right away. He would never understand angels, one second you could be fully there, talking to him and seeming human and the next you were spaced out with a tense posture.
“No…..we shouldn’t go that way” You just answered and turned your horse around, the animal growing more antsy by the second.
Arthur let out a small sigh and shook his head. Your cryptic answers never helped him understand anything. He knew that you were just trying to protect him but he didn’t need it. He didn’t need protection from some divine being. He had managed just fine so far and now here you were, trying to shelter him in a way he didn’t need to be sheltered.
“It’s the direct way back to camp. It’ll take us all day if we go that way” Arthur scoffed. He didn’t move his horse in you direction. He kept going into the other, the one he was originally going in. Stubborn bastard. You could force him to follow your lead, but from experience you knew that it wouldn’t end well.
“Arthur” You tried again before tightening your jaw and following the other man with a small huff. You had never met a human this stubborn before (not like you had had the pleasure of meeting humans before being assigned to Arthur at all).
You two made it exactly two miles before a tree fell onto the street and at least 10 masked figures jumped out, guns raised, yelling something about passing over any valuables. You barely understood any of what they were saying, you just fixed Arthur with a gaze that said ‘Told you so’.
Arthur rolled his eyes and shrugged before raising both of his hands and huffing a small “Calm down” to the men. They seemed nervous, like this was their first actualy robbery. They were also doing a bit much, a whole tree just to stop two horses? Come on. Even you knew better by now. Arthur had taken you on enough robberies with him (not willingly but not like he had a choice when you were basically glued to his side like an overgrown puppy).
Arthur dismounted his horse, motioning for you to do the same, which you begrudingly did because who were you to disobey the one you were supposed to look after.
One of them walked closer to Arthur, twitchy and nervous. His hand slowly inched towards Arthur’s satchel. You saw the twitch of Arthur’s hand and knew immediately what would happen.
The second Arthur pulled his gun you slowed time down. It was easy for you, especially when it was just a small group of standing so close together.
Arthur quickly fired a rapid succession of shots, all of them hitting their targets dead center. He was about to turn towards you, tell you that this should be proof enough that he didn’t need someone to look after him until he realized that none of the bodies were falling to the ground.
With an exasperated sigh he rubbed the bridge of his nose and flicked his gun in your direction.
“Get back on the damn horse and lets go” He grumbled. You tilted your head but didn’t ask, you just obeyed. You could feel that his pride was slightly wounded at receiving help once again, something you couldn’t understand. The angels you had conversed with before receiving your mission had all told you how easy it was and how happy their humans had been to know a Guardian Angel was watching over them.
Why Arthur wasn’t happy was a mystery to you, one you really wanted to figure out.
Thank you for reading! Constructive criticism, Feedback and Reblogs are very appreciated <3
Thank you so much for your suggestions! I’ll definitely be adding Detroit: Become Human and Mortal Kombat to the list <3 Sadly I’ve never played GTA or Resident Evil. I’ll maybe add those in the future if I watch some gameplay and get a feel for the characters.
I wish you the best for your exams :] (and don’t worry you’re not annoying at all I’m happy that my blog inspires you and that you enjoy my works :D)
Hello! May I request some hurt/comfort headcanons for Bill, Colm, Javier, and Kieran? S/O comes back to camp late at night covered in blood - bruised and cut from getting into a very rough fight. S/O tries to hide it for fear of making the boys worry, but all of the blood and S/O's responses to the pain makes it a little too obvious.
Thank you for your time. I hope you're having a good day. :)
Thank you for your request! Writing hurt/comfort Headcanons i my favorite thing to do :]
Also would any of you be interested in reading stuff for other fandoms too, like The Boys or Supernatural or Slasher? I want to expand my writing horizon a little (I won’t drop RDR2 it’s still my fave fandom to write for but just as a general question). If you are please feel free to send me a request for those fandoms too :)
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A bloody surprise, headcanons for Bill Williamson, Colm O’Driscoll, Javier Escuella Kieran Duffy
Bill Williamson
While Bill is drunk most of the time and is never really sober at night he tries to tone it down whenever you have to leave camp
He knows by now that he is not the most reliable person when he is drunk and you being away from camp makes him want to be there for you when you would eventually come back
He makes sure to take the night shift for that night, leaning against a tree with a rifle in his hands while he was waiting patiently for you to come back to camp
After he caught the sound of a horse walking closer he called out a sharp “Who goes there”, quickly relaxing after hearing you shakily respond with your name
Bill grunted out a “Finally” and scoffed at how long it had taken you to come back to camp
He didn’t take a good look at you, otherwise he would have noticed all of the blood staining your shirt at the moment and how one of your hands was curled around your abdomen protectively
Bill woke up Javier, who had been supposed to switch with him in a few hours and pushed the rest of the shift onto the Mexican before walking over towards your shared tent, narrowing his eyes when he saw how you moved slower than usual
“You uh….you alright?” Bill asked, his voice deeper with how tired he was, your short shaky nod didn’t seem to convince him at all
He turned back around and walked towards you and as soon as he got closer he saw it, the blood still seeping out from your shirt, your pained expression, the way you favored one leg over the other
Bill cursed, immediately wide awake
He made you sit down close to the tent
He wasn’t the best at stitching wounds back together, his hands were slightly shaky and he wasn’t really all too good at holding a needle, the instrument looking comically small between his fingers
The stitches were sloppy, but they did what they were supposed to. He gave you some whiskey for the pain
while he was taking care of you he was constantly cursing quietly to himself, cursing you for not telling him, cursing himself for not seeing it right away, and cursing whoever did this to you
He didn’t sleep for the rest of the night, he made sure to keep watch over you while you rested up
One of his hands was gently rubbing your head from time to time and he actually made sure to check your bandages every few minutes to make sure nothing bled through
Safe to say every time you came back late from now on he would make sure you were 100% not hurt and didn’t even have a scratch on your body
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Colm O’Driscoll
Colm was furious, he never liked it when you were outside for too long or at least away from camp
the mission he had given you was short, there was no reason for you to still be outside
He instructed the men keeping watch to alert him every time someone came too close to camp
It was around midnight when you finally returned
You had snuck past the guards, knowing exactly which spot was weaker since you had helped create the plan for tonight (not that there was a plan usually, Colm just ordered them to keep watch and would severly punish if someone managed to come too close to camp)
You had wanted to keep quiet, to sneak into the cabin, curl up next to Colm and play stupid if he asked you where you had been
The deep wound on your leg made it hard to move and the floor was creaking way too loud for your liking
You had just barely managed to take step into the cabin when suddenly a revolver cocked and you froze
You turned towards the sound and there he was, Colm O’Driscoll, sitting on one of the chair standing around the wonky looking table in the middle of the cabin, his legs were slightly spread and in one hand he held his revolver while his other was slowy tracing circles along the table
He didn’t speak, he didn’t have to, you knew what he wanted to know
While you had managed to hide your wounds up until now it was getting harder and harder, especially because the blood loss was making you kind of dizzy
Before you could actually start explaining yourself the world tilted around you, before you could hit the ground however he was there to catch you
“Look at chu…”
Is the first and only thing he says to you that night
He was silent while watching one of his men with medical experience patch you up with a critical eye, he was silent while he laid you back down on the small bed
and he was silent while you were dozing off, too exhausted to think too much about what had actually happened
He would have a long talk with you in the morning but until then he would allow you to rest
Colm won’t allow you to take any solo missions any time soon
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Javier Escuella
Javier prefers taking the night shifts to watch over the camp, it was then that everything was more peaceful, no one, or nearly no one, snooping around or being too loud
He especially liked when you came back late from a job, he was still awake because of his shift and then you two would just quietly keep each other company
He wasn’t too worried at first, trusting in your abilities to take care of yourself
after the sun had set quite some time ago he grew a bit more worried. You normally weren’t gone for that long
Hearing a horse come closer to camp made some tension disappear from his body
It was on the other side so he wasn’t able to get over there right away
After he made sure that his side was quiet he walked over to the hitching post, catching sight of you rather quickly
You were trying your best to keep yourself upright. The last thing you wanted to do was to worry Javier in any way even though your wounds burned and the blood was slowly making a part of your shirt stick to your abdomen
With a small hiss you slowly moved towards the big campfire, straightening as soon as you saw Javier come closer to you
“Hey..” Javier hummed and settled down next to you, keeping his dark eyes fixated onto the flames
“You alright?” He asked and nodded after you gave a small hum to affirm, even though you really weren’t alright
He realized that something was wrong after you started to zone out more and more. Javier quickly figured out what was wrong and while softly scolding you he forced you to finally show him your wounds
He had to spend the rest of the night patching you up and watching over you after he made sure you were able to rest properly on the small bedroll next to his
Javier would make sure to properly scold you in the morning but for now he wanted to allow you to to rest
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Kieran Duffy
Kieran still slept close to the scouting fire despite being accepted into the camp
It felt wrong for him to be too close, they all conversed so easily with each other and he still struggled to even get a proper sentence out or to hold a conversation with anyone
Except for you, you had accepted him quickly, so it came to no one’s surprise when you two started dating
Kieran always kept himself awake when you were away from camp
He wanted to be awake when you came back, to make sure you were okay, to remind himself that you were alive and wouldn’t leave him
He was a bit worried after you didn’t come back at your usual time
That worry kept him awake longer than he would usually be awake and since he knew the sound your horse’s hooves make since he takes care of it quiet a lot he knows exactly when you come back to camp
As soon as the animal gets close enough and you dismount slowly, suppressing a pained groan at the motion, he’s next to you
He quickly took the reigns to lead your horse away, thinking you were simply tired since you seemed fine
After he came back and he stared off into space with a pained look on your face he realized you were in fact not fine
He tried to get you to tell him what was wrong but you kept brushing him off, claiming it was just some pain in your back because of how long you’ve been in your saddle today
He didn’t believe a word you were saying especially after he saw you stumble
Kieran paused when he saw the blood coating your hands, he made you sit down and take your shirt off, or at least open it enough so that he was able to look at the wound
Kieran didn’t try to press for how you got that wound, he just wanted to make sure you were okay first, then he coud worry about how you had gotten the wound
His hands worked quickly and cleanly, he realized fairly quickly that you were exhausted so he just let you rest for the remaining hours of the night
Thank you for reading! I really need to get better time management, I finished this at 00:30 again o.o I’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes
Hello! I feel like I might have sent a req to you already and if I have you can just ignore this one if you want I honestly can not remember smh but I just read your paternal Arthur fic and I was wondering if you could maybe do a paternal Kieran fic? Maybe he finds a kid when he's off fishing that reminds him a bit of himself. No parents, lost and alone, just trying to survive and he decides to take them back to camp to help them and kind of becomes like a big brother to them.
As I said, you don't have to if you don't want to or if I've already requested something from you. I wish tumblr had a sent box for asks.
Have a lovely day! <3
Hello!! I’m not really sure since most requests I receive are anonymous o.o and there’s technically not a limit to how many requests you can send :D I’m always happy to work with any and all kinds of ideas you guys have, even if you send me 100 in a day (Please don’t bcs I’ll have to work overtime to get all of that done but I think you get what I’m trying to say)
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Not….the way a fishing trip normally goes
Kieran honestly never thought of himself as a people person, or someone younger people, especially children, should look up to. He was shy, skittish and sometimes had a stutter that, no matter how hard he tried, just wouldn’t go away.
That’s why he preferred activities that gave him solitude or allowed for as little talking as possible, like taking care of the horses for the other members of the gang, or going fishing.
That was the case today. Nearly everyone was at camp, they had started to trust him more and allowed him to leave camp without having to listen to too many comments about how he had surely run back to Colm to snitch on them.
It was a calming routine by now, hooking the bait, casting the line as far out as possible and then watching the little bobber gently float on the calm surface of the lake he was at.
His concentration was broken by the rustling of some bushes that weren’t too far from where he stood…and from where he had put his provisions. Kieran had planned to stay the whole day so he had packed something to eat…only a little of course since he had had to take it from the camp provisions.
His hand twitched towards his gun. He was a bit reluctant to pull it out, and even more to actually fire it since a gunshot was way too loud and he was all on his own. He hadn’t properly scouted the area around the lake either so he didn’t know if there were any O’Driscolls around.
His dark eyes flickered back towards the shrubbery and he let out a nearly relieved sigh when he saw a small, dirty hand emerge and inch closer to his food.
At this moment he was less worried about his meal, his main worry had been O’Driscolls but since that was obviously not the case here he allowed himself to relax for the first time since hearing the noise a few minutes ago.
”Hey…you..” Kieran called out, doing his best to keep his voice as steady and soft as possible. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the frightened child back into the forest.
He crouched down to be more on eye level with you and patiently waited until finally, you slowly crept out from your hiding spot.
Kieran felt pity spread through his body as soon as he got a good look on you. You were small for your age, your eyes were wide and you looked like you had already been through too much.
He couldn’t help but see himself in you.
With another soft motion of his hand he beckoned you closer and grabbed his satchel to pull out an apple and a piece of bread. It wasn’t much but it would do for now.
You were hesitant at first, your hand shaking while you were torn between accepting the food or making a run for it.
Eventually your hunger won and you carefully and quickly snatched the bread, recoiling like a wild animal protecting it’s food.
Kieran gave a small reassuring smile while he watched you eat in silence. After a moment of contemplation he decided to tell you a bit about the gang, maybe earn your trust. He didn’t feel good when thinking about how you were most likely completely on your own out here.
You listened to him, still half turned away, guarding the bread with your body while quickly chewing, but you were listening to every word he was saying.
You couldn’t remember the last time someone had talked to you like that, like you mattered, like you were something worth protecting. He kind of seemed like a big brother, at least you thought he did. You’ve never had one, before it had been just Your Parents and you in a small farm house far away from the city.
Listening to him tell you stories about a Gang he was running with was nice. They sounded nice, like family. The more he was telling you the more you started to relax.
Maybe it was your still naive way of seeing the world, you were too young to think of all of the dangers out there and while being naive was a death sentence in some cases, here it might have just saved your life.
Kieran took you back to Camp with him, he allowed you to ride on Branwen while he lead the horse. After seeing the happy sparkling in your eyes he asked if you liked horses and after he told you that there were even more of the animals back at the Camp you actually smiled your first real smile since meeting him.
Kieran promised himself that you wouldn’t have to suffer being lonely or hungry again, not while he was there, not while he was able to make sure you had everything you needed and everything he could give you.
Thank you for reading! I feel like some parts of my stories always sound a little like headcanons, if any of you have any ideas or tips on how I can actually make it sound more fluent it’s very appreciated
Hello and thank you so much! I actually prefer the cold seasons more than the hot ones o.o I tried writing a fic for once and tried to put as many characters as I could into this without making it sound too awkward but it’s mostly focused on John, Dutch and Hosea! (It’s on the shorter side too)
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Beach day in Tahiti (Crossposted on AO3)
The sun was warm and felt heavy on your skin. It all still felt so sureal, you had actually made it. Dutch’s plans had worked. The whole gang was safe.
The spot of land Hosea and Dutch had chosen for the farm was beautiful, nearly no one was around for miles, just a small village with a saloon and a sheriffs office that never really got used. There was nothing going on. It was perfect.
A few weeks ago Javier had spotted a nice spot at the beach, a few palm trees and clear water, it truly was a dream come true.
After getting the ranch to work and most of the animals taken care of for the day Dutch actually agreed to a day off, a day spend at the beach with most of the members joining.
Uncle and Miss Grimshaw stayed behind, with them Abigail and little Jack, she was still a bit worried about her son getting sunburned again.
Some of the men had to stay back, Dutch’s orders, those staying back included Micah, Bill and Kieran who said he’d rather look after the horses to make sure they were okay, he was a bit worried about how they would handle the heat.
That left Dutch, Hosea, Arthur and John, Javier, Tilly, Karen, Mary-Beth Charles and you.
Arriving at the Beach the group split off into smaller groups almost immediately. The girls settled into the shadow of a larger palm tree while Javier muttered something about checking the perimeter, you guessed that it was just his old habit of patrolling around camp.
You weren’t one to judge, you had your own demons to fight, still being woken up at night thinking the Pinkertons had found you here.
John made sure to keep some distance to the water, scoffing at every teasing look you shot him.
Arthur and Charles had settled a bit further away too, both of them seemingly deep in thought about a conversation. It was a bit funny just watching them but eventually your attention was pulled back towards John when he kicked a bit of water against your leg.
The cold sensation made you shiver but it was quickly replaced by a warm feeling that spread through your whole body.
With a small huff you splashed back.
The whole back and forth eventually ended when both you and John were exhausted and slumped in the warm sand.
If it weren’t for Dutch and Hosea calling everyone to go back you two would have surely ended up severely sunburned.
The journey back seemed to go on for even longer, perhaps it was the exhaustion trying to pull you into a comforting and dreamless sleep, or it was because back at the ranch you would all have to go back to your responsibilities.
Returning to camp didn’t break the spell just yet, everyone was still calm and relaxed, even after Miss Grimshaw came to complain about none of the others working, except for Kieran, or after Abigail hissed at John for something he had forgotten.
Late at night after everyone had retired to their cabins and cots, before you fell asleep you couldn’t help but think back.
A few months ago you would have probably scoffed at everyone that said you would end up here, in Tahiti with the rest of the gang but now, laying in a bed with thin blankets and the warmth of the day slowly fading you couldn’t imagine anything else for your future.
Thank you for reading! I had a bit of a hard time writing the beach scene and some of the appearances. I hope it doesn’t sound too awkward o.o
I finally got around to making a RDR2 Masterlist. I’ll try to keep updates as consistent as possible
I’ll link Headcanons that feature more than one Character seperately :] Please feel free to let me know if I’ve forgotten a fic
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CHARACTERS
ARTHUR MORGAN
- feeling paternal? kid!reader (ongoing)
- partners in crime x reader headcanons
- camp party gone wrong…or right? X gender neutral reader
BILL WILLIAMSON
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COLM O’DRISCOLL
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DUTCH VAN DER LINDE
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EAGLE FLIES
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HOSEA MATTHEWS
- comfort after a stressfull week, m!teen reader
JAVIER ESCUELLA
- fluff and platonic headcanons
- x plus sized reader headcanons
- crushing on and courting reader headcanons
JOHN MARSTON
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KIERAN DUFFY
- x touch starved transmasc reader (HC)
MICAH BELL
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RAINS FALL
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HEADCANONS
sfw relationship headcanons with Arthur Morgan, Colm O’Driscoll, Dutch Van der Linde, Kieran Duffy
taking care of sick reader headcanons with Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, John Marston
reader is killed during a job with their body nowhere to be found. they make it back to camp a week later headcanons for PART 1 Arthur Morgan, Bill Williamson, Colm O’Driscoll, Eagle Flies
reader is killed during a a job with their body nowhere to be found. they make it back to camp a week later headcanons for PART 2 Javier Escuella, Lenny Summers, Micah Bell, Molly O’Shea
reader is killed during a job with their body nowhere to be found. they make it back to camp a week later headcanons for PART 3 Dutch van der Linde, Charles Smith, Hosea Matthews
x musician!reader headcanons for Arthur Morgan, Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Javier Escuella, Micah Bell
x progressive, activist!reader headcanons for Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell
confession by accident long-timefriend!reader headcanons for Bill Williamson, Colm O’Driscoll, Lenny Summers, Sean MacGuire
kid!reader headcanons for Arthur Morgan, Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Micah Bell
sleepless nights headcanons for Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Dutch Van der Linde
forcing them to take a bath headcanons for Arthur Morgan, Colm O’Driscoll, Micah Bell, Sean MacGuire
comfort headcanons for Arthur Morgan, Bill Williamson, Charles Smith, John Marston, Kieran Duffy
It felt too real… nightmare headcanons for Arthur Morgan, Bill Williamson, Colm O’Driscoll, Dutch Van der Linde, Kieran DUffy
