#young!dutch

[splat-dragon-correct-fandoms]

Arthur: And what if I pull the trigger and nothing happens?

Dutch: Throw it away and punch him on the nose.

[ladyg3m1n1]

I wanna go off more on the baby au tbh, imagine all the tired nights with the baby as it demands being fed and both them are just like "your turn."

Absolutely!

It had been only a few weeks since they found their newest member of their family. Little Arthur. Dutch had been reluctant at first, but after seeing Hosea cradling the baby in his arms, that soft glow that seemed to appear around his lover. It seemed like a big step, seeing as he and Hosea had only been in a relationship for a few months but Dutch was a softy and Hosea was good with the baby. 

Dutch and Hosea had been taking turns going out on small jobs. Mostly, Hosea, he was good at conning money from people. Dutch wasn’t nearly as good, he was usually going after the bigger jobs, using the loudest route possible. But with the little one, they had to be more careful. 

Arthur was a generally happy child, if not a little mischievous. Always trying to put things in his mouth that shouldn’t be in his mouth. He had started to crawl around the little homestead they fixed up at least until he was big enough to ride with them. 

At night though, the child was a terror. No matter what they did, Arthur would be up half of the night screaming his little lungs out. It wouldn’t be so bad if Hosea didn’t insist that Arthur’s crib was put in their room at the foot of their bed. Dutch was wholeheartedly against the idea, but he couldn’t deny Hosea anything when he looked up at him with those big blue eyes. 

Tonight, they both prayed and hoped it would be different. That Arthur would finally sleep through the night. It wasn’t. Dutch groaned quietly into his pillow while Hosea groaned into his back his arm tightening around Dutch’s waist. 

“Your son is awake,” Hosea grumbled. 

“Before dawn, he’s your son,” Dutch grumbled back wincing as Arthur let out a shriek. 

“It’s your turn,” Hosea countered. “I got up this morning, you get the first one.” Dutch heaved out a great sigh taking Hosea’s arm off his waist and went over to the crib where Arthur was kicking his little legs while fat tears rolled down his face. 

“Okay, okay Arthur. It’s okay,” Dutch said tiredly picking the child up. Arthur continued to cry as Dutch took him out of the bedroom into the front room so Hosea could try to get a little sleep. “One night, that’s all I’m asking kid. Just sleep for one night,” Dutch scolded lightly while he went over to the table and checked his diaper. “You’re clean…” Dutch said wrapping him up again. Arthur was still crying as Dutch picked him back up and went over to the little bottle on the counter of cows milk and tried to put it to his lips. 

Arthur whimpered until he realized the bottle was there. He put his little hands on the glass bottle and took the nozzle into his mouth slowly. “There,” Dutch sighed in relief while Arthur sucked down the milk. “So you were hungry, I shouldn’t be surprised,” he said and sat down in one of the cushioned chairs by the fireplace while he fed Arthur. “You know…I never wanted to be a dad. Didn’t really have one growing up myself. My mother and I never got along either. I thought I’d go through my whole life living by my own rules, stealing from the rich, robbing banks, trains, and stagecoaches. Living my life to the fullest.” 

“Then I met Hosea and I knew life wasn’t going to be the same. We still do our thing, outlaws and such. But…” he sighed with a smile and looked down at Arthur who was still suckling. “I love him, it’s only been a few months, but I love him. He’s my partner in all things. In crime, and in my bed, and…” he paused and looked at Arthur who had finished the milk. Dutch pulled the nozzle away putting it on the stand next to him and put Arthur against his shoulder rubbing and patting his back. It only took a few minutes before Arthur let out a burp followed by a few gurgles and cooing. 

“Very good, you feel better?” Dutch asked cradling the child again. Arthur cooed again grabbing at Dutch’s necklace. “Hey now, don’t tug,” he said rocking the child slowly. Arthur’s little hands went around the ring at the bottom of the chain. His eyes were wide and curious. Dutch chuckled sliding the necklace off so Arthur could grab at it without pulling. “It’s a special ring, I play it off as nothing special, but I plan on giving this to your daddy someday,” he whispered to Arthur. “But you keep that between us, you hear?” he asked. Arthur gurgled again in response making Dutch laugh. “Good,” he said. 

Dutch doesn’t know how long he was sitting there with Arthur. He had propped his feet up on a foot stool he had moved over to his chair. Arthur on his chest rubbing the baby’s back and telling him stories until Arthur fell asleep. 

Dutch looked at the clock, it was after two in the morning. He got up going to the bedroom and tucked Arthur back into to his crib kissing his forehead and pet his head. “I love you, son,” he whispered. He took the necklace out of Arthur’s hands putting it around his neck again and moved to lay down in the bed. 

Hosea hummed a little when the bed dipped and rolled over to lay on Dutch’s chest his arm slung over his stomach while Dutch’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. 

“Finally asleep?” Hosea asked sleepily. Dutch hummed in reply, his eyes closing while he turned his head to rest against Hosea’s. “Good night, Dutch,” Hosea said leaning up to kiss his jaw. 

“Good night, Hosea,” he said while he drifted off himself. It wouldn’t be the last night little Arthur would wake them up, but Dutch no longer complained when it was his turn. He never wanted to be a father, but for Arthur and Hosea, for his family. He’d try. 

[ladyg3m1n1]

Vandermatthews and their first kiss? Or maybe from Hosea or Dutch's perspective and their hesitancy on acting on their feelings

Sure! 

It was a relief to finally travel with someone in Hosea’s opinion. Dutch was a fair bit younger, but he acted so much older than his age. He was charming, handsome, charismatic. Charmed Hosea out of his wallet that’s for sure, then again, he did the same thing to Dutch. He smiled to himself while he turned a page in his book. He looked up briefly at the young man on the other side of the fire. Dutch was laying on his back, hands behind his head, his hat over his eyes.  

They had been traveling together for a few weeks, though Hosea wouldn’t deny he was somewhat attracted to him. At least a little, more than what was probably considered acceptable among friends.  

It seemed to blossom overnight, this feeling. A dull heat in his stomach, burning through his body. It grew more as he and Dutch spent more and more time together pulling jobs. The one thing that made it worse, was that Dutch was very openly affectionate. Nothing too obscene, a pat on the back, the way he’d sling his arm around Hosea’s shoulders after a job well done, or the way they’d sit back to back to read against each other. 

It caused a lot of confusion for Hosea. But he was able to choke it down enough that he wouldn’t make things awkward between them. Dutch was the closest friend he thinks he’s ever had, for a very long time. 

Sighing softly, Hosea closed his book tucking it away in his pack before going over to his own bedroll. He laid back and looked over at Dutch one last time and smiled a little. “Good night,” he said quietly and settled in. 

The following days would consist of traveling through the wilderness together until they reached a bustling town called Millerton. Hitching their horses Dutch looked around while he stretched. 

“I’m going to go case the bank,” he said. “What are you going to do?” he asked. 

“Not here five minutes and you already want to rob the bank, how about we take a break. Get a bath, eat, get drunk, then we can plan a heist?” he said. “What is it I keep telling you?” Hosea asked with a coy smile. 

“That I’m as handsome as I am stupid?” Dutch said nudging Hosea. Hosea laughed at him and rolled his eyes. “Or do you mean the other thing of I expect instant gratification the moment I set eyes on a mark?”

“That’s the one,” Hosea said his eyes still crinkled at the edges with his smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, old man, we’ll do it your way,” he said and tossed his arm around Hosea’s shoulders. He may have been younger, but he was slightly taller than him. Hosea laughed heartily leaning into Dutch briefly before pulling away to put an at least semi-respectable distance between them. 

“I’m going to the Inn, I really need a bath,” Hosea said running his hand through his greasy hair wincing a little. 

“Alright, I’ll head over with you and get the room. Then when you’re done primping we’ll head over to the saloon and not come out until dawn,” he said. Hosea’s smile widened at that and he fell into step behind Dutch while they entered the inn. 

The bath was much needed and Hosea allowed himself to relax and get clean. He had pulled a few clean clothes from his pack. A simple white button shirt and jeans. He put on his boots and brown coat quickly swiped his hair over neatly before he exited the bathroom and made his way upstairs. 

Dutch looked up when the door opened and his jaw dropped a little. It had been a few weeks since he’s seen Hosea look so handsome. He had to admit, the blonde cleaned up nice. He managed to snap himself out of it when Hosea dropped his bag onto the other bed in the room. 

“Took you long enough,” Dutch ribbed. 

“Yeah yeah, let’s just go get drunk,” Hosea said. 

It had been the first time they got truly drunk together. Dutch was obnoxious, but when he was drunk he was strangely poetic. And way to close for Hosea’s liking. It was hard enough to keep a respectable distance between them when they were sober. When they were drunk it was near impossible. Not that anyone was really paying attention to the two of them in the corner of the room. 

They left the saloon late, Hosea hanging off Dutch to keep his balance. Both of them laughing, face flushed with drink. Though Hosea would never deny the nice feeling of Dutch’s arm wrapped around his waist holding him up. 

Dutch practically tossed Hosea onto the bed falling over him laughing. Hosea shared in the laughter, putting his hands on Dutch’s shoulders to push him away only slightly. The laughter died down when their eyes met, the smiles slowly vanishing from their faces. Dutch was close, very close. Closer than should be acceptable. His breath was fanning across Hosea’s lips, his eyes darting between hazy sapphires and Hosea’s mouth. Hosea didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that the feeling in his gut had finally got to the boiling point he lunged up planting a kiss against Dutch’s lips. 

It took a few seconds for Dutch to finally respond. Pressing back against Hosea nearly climbing on top of him on the bed. Dutch’s tongue slowly pressed into his mouth, rubbing against his own slowly. Hosea moaned quietly wrapping his arms around Dutch’s neck tightly. Dutch moaned back, his hands slowly going to Hosea’s chest and started undoing buttons on his shirt. 

That had an almost sobering effect on Hosea when he felt those warm, slightly calloused hands on his chest. He pulled away putting his hands on Dutch’s chest pushing him away slightly. No words needed to be spoken, they both knew now was not the right time to go too far. Instead, Hosea moved over on the bed inviting Dutch to lay next to him. The younger man fell next to him, slinging his arm over Hosea’s waist and nearly passing out then and there. 

Hosea smiled petting Dutch’s head. This was the start of a wonderful relationship. 

[ladyg3m1n1]

Vandermatthews drabble “First Kiss”

“This is not how I pictured today going!” Dutch yelled over the hail of gunfire coming from the lawmen. He and Hosea were pinned down behind a stone wall shooting back at them. Their horses were on the other side of town, behind the men shooting at them.

“Really?! We rob a bank in a very populated town, you decide to shoot someone, and you didn’t think about the fact there might be more than a sheriff and his deputy?!” Hosea yelled back at him while he turned and unleashed a barrage of bullets.

“Not like you did anything to contribute!” Dutch yelled back while he reloaded. “Besides! You said it yourself! The bank was foolproof!”

“It was! Until you decided to shoot someone!” Hosea shot off a few more rounds before sitting down to reload. “I should’ve known better than to stick around! If I had known that riding with you would get me killed within two years! I would’ve just stuck to conning people!”

“Oh please, Hosea! You and I both know that you’d never get to have this much fun just conning people!” Dutch laughed sending more bullets.

“No! But at least it would be safer!” Hosea snapped. They fell behind the wall again as bullets flew over their heads. “We need a plan to get out of this mess. Now.” Hosea looked at Dutch, the younger man’s eyes were moving rapidly in front of him. He was thinking. Dutch was always thinking. Slowly it was like dawn rising over Dutch’s face. He smiled and looked at Hosea. “I’ve got a plan,” he said. God, how many times has Hosea heard that line since he started riding with Dutch two years ago? He was about to ask about it when Dutch dragged him close placing an aggressive kiss to Hosea’s lips.

The blonde sat there looking shocked but slowly kissed back. He wouldn’t deny he had feelings for the younger man, no matter how many times he’s nearly gotten killed by following him around, but he never once thought Dutch had the same feelings.

When Dutch pulled away with a gasp their eyes met, Dutch’s hand still tangled in Hosea’s hair. “I fucking love you,” he said. “Stay low, I’m going to draw their fire. You go around and get the horses.” With that being said Dutch bolted headfirst into gunfire.

“Dutch!” Hosea called out going to stand up when more bullets went flying. He peeked over the side to see the lawmen chasing Dutch through an alley. Hosea too that time to start to bolt towards the horses to get them. Mounting Silver Dollar and taking the Count’s reigns he leads them away from the town and into the hills. He waited for Dutch at the top, blue eyes scanning carefully for any sign of the Sheriff, or Dutch, or anyone really.

It was near dusk, Hosea had made his way back to camp still leading the horses. Worry coursed through his veins until he saw a fire burning dimly in the camp. He dismounted Silver Dollar and slowly made his way to it, his gun drawn at his side, hammer cocked back. He was about to raise it until he saw a familiar silhouette next to it. He sighed in relief and put the hammer back and his gun holstered.

“Dutch,” he breathed. The other man looked up at him and Hosea saw the relief in his face. They gravitated to each other until their arms were wrapped around each other tightly. Hosea buried his face into Dutch’s neck and Dutch pressed a kiss to his hair just clutching on to him tightly.

They moved apart only slightly until Hosea pulled Dutch into a kiss that mirrored the one from earlier. Dutch kissed back sliding his hands up Hosea’s back a low hum coming from his chest. When they pulled away Hosea punched Dutch across the face hard. “Don’t you ever do that again! Or I’ll shoot you myself! Am I clear?!” he yelled. Dutch rubbed his jaw slowly and then looked at Hosea and pulled him into another embrace.

“Crystal.” He said.

[ladyg3m1n1]

Vandermatthews Kiss drabble #5 “Against a wall”

So this one is technically done, but I will add a dirty scene and post it on Ao3 when I finish it. After the purge, I don’t dare post it here. I’ll post a link when I do. But I think this will do it for me at least for tonight. Unless some other plot bunny decides to start nibbling at my toes again. Thank you as always for the likes, follows, and reblogs! -S

Horse hooves pounded against the ground while two riders made their way out of a town. Law hot on their heels but not for much longer. They cut across the valley hoping to disappear into the canyon towards their camp.

Dutch stopped at the entrance and motioned for Hosea to go ahead. He looked out across the dark valley hoping not to find the law behind them. He didn’t see lanterns, didn’t hear guns or hooves or yelling. They were in the clear.

Pulling down his bandana he kicked The Count to continue into the canyon. It was still some distance to their camp so they would be safe for now. Hosea had stopped at the top of the hill waiting for him, bandana pulled down a devilish grin on that handsome face.

“Clear?” he asked.

“Clear. You okay? Thought I saw a bullet hit you.” Dutch asked pausing next to the other man.

“Just a graze on the arm. Nothing serious. Are you okay?” Dutch grinned with a wink.

“Never better. No better feeling than a job going right and making off with the money.” He said.

“Agreed.” Hosea nodded. They turned their horses and started to make their way through the winding rocks to their hidden oasis in the middle. No one in their right mind would follow them this way. The canyon was a maze. Even if the law did come through here, they would hear them and already be gone before they found them.

Dutch groaned when he got off The Count and took off the saddlebags patting the horse affectionately.

“Good work boy,” he said rewarding him with an apple. He went over to Hosea helping him down off the back of Silver Dollar. The older man lost his balance falling into his chest. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked holding Hosea’s shoulders.

“Just fine, don’t worry,” Hosea said turning towards Silver Dollar again to take off the saddlebags. They put them near the wall giving their horses a break. Dutch looked at Hosea’s arm seeing a blood stain on it but it didn’t look serious. 

He took Hosea by the forearm ever so gently making the older man look up at him. There was a fire in Dutch’s eyes. It was always there after a job like this, the thrill of the robbery, the chase, all coming to a head when they got back to camp. Hosea swallowed a little a shiver going up his spine at the intensity of the gaze.

He had no time to react when Dutch pushed him firmly against the canyon wall, lips crashing against each other. They kissed like it was the last one they’d ever share. Hands started wandering to shirts, belt buckles rattled, clothes were tossed to the dusty floor. Hosea’s legs wrapped around Dutch’s hips while he was pushed a little more firmly against the rock wall.  But their lips never parted.

[ladyg3m1n1]

Sappy Vandermattews

Just a little vandermatthews drabble with Young!Dutch and Young!Hosea before Arthur came into the picture. I love these two so much. Also accepting prompts and headcanons. Message me if you want to know more. 

In addition, I actually got this prompt idea from a list posted on the site. 

"You...are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Dutch's words were soft, a mere whisper into the ear of the blonde man laying next to him. They had gotten caught in a particularly violent rain storm and found refuge in an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Honestly, Dutch was glad they had a roof over their heads for the night that was just theirs. He didn't mind the fact that they were on bedrolls on a filthy floor next to a dying fire. All that mattered was that he was next to Hosea and they were completely alone. Not that it really meant much. Not when Hosea had no idea how the younger man felt.

It had been a simple feeling at first. A slight heat that would emerge whenever the blonde was close to him. Dutch just thought it was the joy of having someone with him, after being alone for so long. Then the feeling grew, the heat inside of him was burning hot.

Whenever he heard Hosea laugh, saw his smile, or just simply watched him try to con an unsuspecting victim. The heat grew stronger. That's when he realized he had fallen, hard, for the other man. But there was no way in hell that he would, or hell even could admit that to Hosea. No matter how long they've been around each other, which had only been for two years now.

Dutch sighed heavily still leaning over Hosea and moved his hand to brush his hair back from his face delicately. "You have no idea how much you really mean to me, 'Sea. The way I feel about you, it...it's indescribable. You make me happy, happier than I think I've ever been."

Dutch bit his lip and looked down at Hosea's lips, slightly parted while soft snores escaped them. Dutch had leaned over him a little more, just a breath away from pressing a kiss to those soft if slightly chapped lips. He paused before he could kiss him though, his eyes half-lidded while he watched the older man sleep. He swallowed, thinking better of himself then moved to lay back down his back towards Hosea. He closed his eyes and tried to will away that overwhelming feeling of affection that always seems to be around when Hosea is close.

What he didn't realize is that when he had laid back down, a pair of blue eyes were gazing at the back of his head. Hosea looked at him with concern, his hand raised a little before he shook his head. He'd just make it worse, for right now at least. 

He laid his hand back down and turned on his side, his eyes closing. He resisted the urge to wrap his arm around Dutch's waist, bury his face into his back, and tangle their legs together. That could all wait for another time.