(A/n: I've decided to indulge myself and make a yandere Van Der Linde gang thing. I plan on this being how you got stuck with them. It's basically everyone x reader. I wanna do some headcanons after and stuff like that. If anyone has any requests, let me know. Also I haven't finished rdr2 or played the first one, so if there are mistakes, idk lol)
Story under the cut!
The sun was just rising above the horizon as you turned your keys over to your landlord. You had left the room you were staying in spotless. The floor practically sparkled, and while you wouldn't recommend it, it was clean enough to eat off of. In your hand, you held a suitcase that carried your belongings. There were a couple pairs of clothes, books, and medical equipment that you always kept close.
The streets of Blackwater were sparse. The air was chilled as you made your way to the train station, dead leaves crunching under your feet, crisp with frost. You could already tell that it was going to be a cold winter, and you could only hope that it would be warmer in New Haven when you started your new job.
You sat outside of the train station, opening a book to read as you waited for it to open. It was a calm, peaceful morning. The silence comfortable.
However, the stillness in the air was broken by the rushed sound of hooves on dirt. You looked up, seeing a man in a dark outfit racing down the street on his horse. He was clutching his side, his face twisted into a painful scowl. Suddenly, there was a gun shot. The horse reared back, neighing loudly as it threw the man off before bolting.
You immediately stand, grabbing your bag as you rush to the man. You don't know him, but you don't need to. A man is hurt, and as a medical student, you have the need to help him.
The man attempts to shove you off. He's pale and roughed up, and when you see blood around the hand he had clamped to his gut, you could understand why. Your heart races as you look him over, assessing the situation.
"Don't worry, I can help. What happened to you? Are you hurt?" You ask, but you don't get much of a response other than some grumbles and curses. He's lost a lot of blood. Given his lack of strength, you easily pry his hand from his side, lifting his shirt. It sticks to his skin, the blood almost gluing it down. You expected a gash or something similar from the fall, but instead, you're met with a bullet wound.
You purse your lips, quickly ripping off a piece of your sleeve so that you can press it against the wound. "Sir, I need you to stay awake. I'll flag down a carriage too bring you to the doctor. You'll be alright," you assure him, attempting to talk him through the pain. The man barely seems to register your voice. He weakly grips your arm, groaning and cursing in pain.
Suddenly, you see a group of police round the corner, shouting and holding their guns at the ready. You want to sigh in relief, but at the same time, something feels wrong. You lift your hand, trying to wave them over. You barely have time to react before a storm of bullets hits them, sending them down. Within seconds, they're all dead, their corpses bleeding profusely on the ground. You blink, shock taking over your mind.
A wagon roars around the corner that the bullets came from. It's full of people, with dangerous men holding guns flanking the sides on horseback. The moment the driver sees you and the man you're tending to, he shouts to the other. The group turns and speeds towards you. You want to stand and run, but your legs feel like lead. You can't shake away the shock that's coursing through your veins, and in no time, the group stops in front of you.
A man with dark, slicked back hair and a neat outfit jumps off his horse, followed by two other men. The men grab the man you had been working on, while the man from the horse looked you and your supplies over. His eyes were intense, his tone rushed. "You a doctor?"
You tried to blink away your surprise as he spoke to you. You numbly nodded, your brain on auto-piolet as you took the hand he out-stretched to you, helping you up. He grabbed your bag as well before you could say anything, keeping a grip on you as he pulled you with him.
"You're comin' with us. Make sure he don't die, doc," the man said, lifting you up and placing you in the back of the carriage with the bleeding man. You had no time to refuse, nor did you realize you could until he started to walk away. Your blood ran cold as you looked around, seeing that the group all carried guns. You tried to will your legs to move, to jump out and run, but it was too late. As soon as the man was back on his horse, the group was back to racing down the street.
Most of the people didn't spare you a glance, too busy keeping a look out or resting. Still, you knew that you had little choice. These were dangerous people, and lord knows what would happen if you didn't do what they told you to. Your hands shook as you pulled out your supplies. The wound was bad, and while the back of a speeding carriage wasn't a great place to remove a bullet, you had little choice. Some of the girls in the carriage seemed to know a bit about what to do to help. As you got your tools ready, they gave the man alcohol and held him down. The man howled and thrashed as you removed the bullet, tossing it to the side before beginning to stitch him up. You grit your teeth, trying to keep steady as the carriage bounced around. You would hear the occasional gun shot, and that did nothing to soothe your frayed nerves. Finally, you finished. You disinfected the cut, wrapping it in clean cloth before giving him a miracle tonic.
You sat back on your heels as you looked down at the wounded man, breathing heavily. You only realized now that you could see your breath. your body had been numb to the cold from the shock, but now, you could really feel it. You glanced out an opening, your eyes widening when you saw that you were no longer in a familiar place. There was snow everywhere, and a harsh chill shook you to your core.
You shivered, turning to the women who had helped you. You had to speak loudly so that they could hear you over the creaking of the carriage and the sound off the wind. "Please, let me go. I did as you asked, I stabilized him. I don't want no trouble."
One of the girls had poofy brown hair and a mole above her lip. She grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders as the other girls all sat next to you. You flinched, but she didn't have a gun, so you assumed that she wouldn't hurt you. She looked apologetic as she spoke. "Sorry, but we're too far up for that now. If we left ya out here, ya'd freeze. Just hang tight. Dutch'll figure out how to get ya home once we stop."
Her words provided some comfort, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel dread. You always tried to avoid these types of people, and now you were mixed up with them. You weren't stupid, you knew they were outlaws. They had clearly done something in Blackwater, and you got caught up in the mess.
You settled in to the blanket. It got colder and colder, getting to the point that you didn't care if the girls stuck close, attempting to share body heat. It was miserable, and you weren't the only one who thought so. It was written all over the groups faces, and you could tell that if you didn't find shelter soon, you'd all be goners. You could hear shouting in the distance, but due to the wind, it was impossible to understand it. You could only hope that something good was finally going to happen.
After a while, the group finally stopped. When you looked out, you were greeted with an old mining town. It was clearly abandoned, time and weather wearing it down. Still, it was shelter, and no one complained. You stood with the others as the man with slicked back hair began to bark orders at people. You stuck close to the man you were caring for, following as they carried him in to one of the buildings. Everyone rushed inside as well, with an older woman dishing out orders to close up the windows and get a fire going. You felt your heart stop when you couldn't feel a pulse from the injured man. His breathing had stopped, and his body had grown cold. He was dead.
You swallowed hard, looking up at the group of outlaws. Most didn't pay any attention to you, too busy working on surviving. They were a mixed group. There were men and women, some old, some young. There was even a child. Still, all looked rough around the edges, and you feared for your life as you finally spoke. "I'm sorry, I... I did the best I could. He's dead."
There were mixed reactions. Some nodded solemnly, others didn't seem to care much. One looked angry, and he made a move towards his gun, only for another to knock him upside the head. He cursed, turning his glare away from you.
"That is a shame," the man with the slicked back hair spoke, approaching the body with the others. He watched as one of his men placed two coins over his eyes before looking to you. His eyes were dark and stormy, the type of commanding gaze that had you shrinking under it. "I'll trust that you did your best, doc. While proper introductions are in order, this is hardly the time. Why don't cha help out the others so we can all keep breathing, alright?"
You swallowed hard, nodding at him. He reached out, making you flinch and squeeze your eyes shut. After pausing and letting his hand hover in the air, he gently patted your shoulder before going back to talking to two other men. Everyone rushed around you to get the cold, derelict building livable. Having no other choice, you listened to the older woman as she ordered you around, hoping that you could live and get out of this dangerous situation.
Can't stop thinking about writing a fic of yandere Van Der Linde gang. Like imagine the reader being a random doctor or something at Black Water. Stuff goes wrong and you see Davey basically dying on the ground, so like a doctor, you try to help him. The gang needs to escape and, seeing how capable you are, they force you to come with them to continue to treat his and others wounds. They keep promising that they'll let you go once you're out of the mountains, but everyone is growing really attached to you. I'm thinking yandere poly stuff. Like they won't force you to do anything with them, but their intentions are clear and it might wear you down after a bit lol I'm still deciding if I want to do head canons, a full on fic, or both. I haven't written for this fandom yet :[
Last Song I Listened To: That song in every musical that no one likes by Sarah Smallwood Parsons
Favourite Musicians: David Bowie, Nina Simone, girl in red, mitski mitski, mother, Payton Cardoza, Shayfer James, Amanda Palmer, Ludo, Matt Fishel, Lady Gaga
Last Film You Watched: Tekkonkinkreet, a work of art, it brings me nostalgia for a kind of childhood I never had and never wish to have, the animation is beautiful but a very depressing watch. Worth the existential crisis, tho
Last Show I Watched: The Umbrella Academy season two, (spoiler alert) still can’t get over what Allison did to the Swedes, even if they kind of deserve it. If season three doesn’t have what happened with Axel and Klaus’s cult I’m gonna be very disappointed.
Sweet, Spicy Or Savory: Savory, but because I’m a monster I tend to mix savory and sweet foods
Sparking Water, Tea Or Coffee: Coffee or how I like to call it whipped cream with caramel that pretends to be coffee
Pets: none, except if sleep paralysis demons count.
Honest to God I don’t remember most of the ‘last thing’s but anyways!
Favorite color: bluuuuuue :)
Last song listened to: don’t remember - whatever was on the radio last night lmao
Fav musicians: owl city, 21 pilots, Bo Burnham
Last film I watched: don’t remember
Last show I watched: it was probably either miraculous ladybug or monthly girls nozoki-kun
Sweet spicy or savory: sweet. Gimmi all the sugar, my ADHD makes me immune to sugar highs >:) (a true both blessing AND curse)
Sparkling water tea or coffee: neitherrrrr lmao. Carbonated drinks are a no go for me, which basically means no soda. Coffee is nasty stuff. One time I had one of those…. ice cream coffee things from some coffee shop? My friend let me try a sip of hers cause I was curious and she said you couldn’t taste the coffee. Guess who could taste the coffee. Tea has never really been my thing either. I had to drink a lot of it to help with that one time I got altitude sickness, and it did not taste good. I hated drinking it but my mom made me cause it was helping with my altitude sickness. I would however, like to try strawberry tea some time, but who knows when I’ll get the chance. Mostly I just drink good old water and plain 1% milk tho. I’m bland
Pets: the only let’s I’ve ever had were my goldfish floggy and misty. But soon as I’m no longer living with my mom and can afford a cat, you bet your ass I’m getting one
Most of the people I want tagged have already been tagged
I don’t normally do these tag-a-person things but I’m in a funky mood rn
Favorite Color: Blue or red
Favorite Musicians: mother mother, I don’t know how but they found me, skillet, TMG,, I don’t really have favorite musicians or bands but I have multiple songs of these people on my playlists so :/
Last film I watched: I really don’t remember. I’ve just been watching a TON of livestreams
Last show I watched: The original Man From U.N.C.L.E
Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: I like sweet and savory, but spicy is good too
Sparkling water, tea, or coffee: I like coffee if its like Starbucks ya know? like with a ton of sugar and cream n stuff. Same with tea really, I only drink tea if it’s filled with honey. I HATE sparkling water. That shit is McNasty
Pets: I don’t have any pets, my parents and siblings are allergic to most animals. But I pet-sit a lot so I live vicariously through them
favorite musicians: howie day, simon curtis, adrian von ziegler, and then just a bunch of random vocaloid and pop stuff XD i don't really have any particular favorites
last film i watched: the ghoul (1933) been watching old horror movies to get into a halloween mood
last show i watched: umbrella academy... lol
sweet, spicey, or savory: I honestly like all of them, but i can eat the most savory. i just feel sick when i eat too much sweet stuff, and spicey gives me acid reflex lol
sparkling water, tea, or coffee: i hate sparkling water. i do love tea and i only drink coffee if it's iced
pets: i have a cute little black kitty names mico! she's a bit crazy but i've had her for over a year. soon i'll have a fish and another cat!
because i know everyone has just been dying missing me here's another wallpaper. anymore ideas for these? or ideas for imagines???? i take requests lol
Axel is the best at keeping his emotions in check, so he won't outwardly show his excitement when you mention a cat cafe in the town you're in.
When you arrive, he'll immedietly order a coffee and choose a spot in the corner, away from other people.
He'll let the cats approach him, not wanting to spook them by chasing them down.
He'll prefer the quieter, reserved cats.
His favorite will be a fluffy white cat with blue eyes named Snowball. Snowball is very confident and demanding.
He'll let Snowball and the other cats climb over him as they please.
He's gentle with the cats and prefer they rest in his lap while he pets them.
He's reluctant to leave, but cheers up when you say that you both can come back.
Otto
While Otto tries to contain his excitement like Axel would, he's not the best at hiding it. He'a impatient and a bit fidgety until you get there.
He'll end up ordering a mocha and choosing a spot where most of the cats are.
He approaches some of the cats but is nervous about scaring them, so he's very gentle about it.
He'll prefer timid cats, as they tend to be very sweet and gentle once they trust you
His favorite will be a tiny black cat named Midnight. Midnight is very timid and sweet.
The cats like the scale him like a tree because of how tall he is. He doesn't mind, liking it when they sit on his head or shoulders.
He's very careful with the cats, as he doesn't want to hurt them. He loves having Midnight wrapped around his shoulders and sleeping.
He's upset when you two need to leave, but knows you'll be back anyway.
Oscar
Oscar doesn't even try to hide his excitement. He's practically jumping as soon as you bring it up and drags you immedietly to go there.
He's not a fan of coffee, so he orders a steamer and makes a beeline straight for the box of cat toys.
He wants to pet every single cat and constantly picks them up, hugging them and being very touchy.
He'll prefer the really hyper and outgoing cats, wanting ones that will happily play with him
His favorite will be Sammy, a big orange tabby. Sammy loves to play and will sprint around the cafe to chase after a toy
He uses all the toys to play with the cats until they're all really tired, eventually sitting with a bunch of them and petting them while they rest.
While he loves to scoop them up and hug them, he's gentle with the ones that are more timid and scared. He does enjoy the ones that love to be held and pet.
He refuses to leave for the longest time until they're closed. He demands that you two return again tomorrow.
ha, just kidding, it was. get dressed, we made breakfast :)
happy ending ♡
or is it...?
jk jk jk here have bois in flower crowns for making it through the series ♡ do ya'll want something else like this or is everyone tired of cursed swedes lol
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