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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.
#rdr2 writing#rdr2 fanfic#rdr2 x reader#rdr2 dutch#dutchvanderlinde#dutch van der linde x reader#dutch x reader#drabble#fluff#light angst#oneshot#hope this is fine!#first fanfic#x reader#also thank you so much for the request
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~ Vandermatthews ~
Dutch : We did it, Hosea.... We saved ourselves, and we reached Tahiti....
Hosea : Yes... It's exactly like we're dreaming about... And it's because of you... Thank you
Dutch : I could never make it without you, old partner ❤️
An alternative happy ending💜
For the two gay dads of the gang 😆
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All the main characters I've drawn from Red Dead Redemption 2 so far! 🤠
#RedDeadRedemption2#red dead redemption 2#RDR2FanArt#RDR2#FanArt#ArthurMorgan#DutchVanDerLinde#HoseaMatthews#JohnMarston#SadieAdler#CharlesSmith#Yeeehhaaawwww!#Digital Art
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I’ve been seeing a lot of people doing this and I wanted to give it a shot 🔫 😌
Also I never want to draw fingers again
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❦Heart Of Gold❦
❦01: A Soul Is So Desperate For The Attention❦
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Summary: Once more, Dutch runs into the Green heiress girl why she is enjoying a drink in Valentine
Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, talk of pregnancy,
Note: this chapter is a lot of setting the scene but the next few chapters will pick up the story pretty quickly
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Hiding in the shadows, you watch as the man that saught for your affection for months move through the room. You weren’t ready to reveal yourself quite yet, or ever. His advances were annoying. The way he walked into Valentine like he owned it, dressed impeccably with an air of confidence around him. All your old memories of Dutch Van Der Linde rushed back, and you suddenly understood the nature of your recent anxieties. This was fate. You weren't to be able to escape his eyes, they would always return begging for your attention and body.
It wasn't just your body that the outlaw wanted, you were sure of that. Being the Green's only heir, you had been reminded well that it was your duty to marry well and not to fall for common advances that only looked at your pocket for the future wealth. You steered from men for years, you lacked all those teenage firsts that all your friends had experienced. All of your friends were fooling around with boys while you were cooped up at home, reading book after book on how to be a proper lady.
Your father always dreamed of having more children, you knew that for certain. If he could've had a son instead he would have, sons brought with them the family name while daughters? Well they were more a bargaining tool in truth. Things would've been different if you were born a boy but you didn't, and the years of miscarriages before and after your birth deemed your mother infertile with only you to bring on the family.
"He was completely unreasonable, I cannot understand whatever I ever saw in the man." You heard the grumbled words of Anna beside you, talking along with Winnie. You had tuned your two friends out while you stared at the man who had made leaving to grab a drink with friends exhausting. It didn't matter what or when, he was always there try to woo his way under your skirt.
You hadn't noticed Winnie trying to catch your attention till she snapped her fingers in front of you, "stop ogling the man and go to him, he isn't some art exhibit." You shook your head politely, Winnie rolled her eyes, "if you don't, I will."
"Do not make a fool of me, Winnie!" you quietly scolded, smacking the back of her hand lightly. Winnie pulled her hand away with a slight pout, grumbling quietly to herself. You gave her a warning glare, "I know of that man, he isn't to be trusted. Father would have my head if I went home with something like that."
"Since when did he control what you do?" Winnie questioned audibly to herself but also indirectly towards you.
"Do not forget that when Elijah Green passes on, the entire fortune goes to our dear friend as long as she marries well," Anna sipped on her beer, her tight corset choking her waist yet she kept a hearty smile winking at an older man at the counter, "unlike you Winnie, Y/N and I have a reputation to uphold and cannot be fooled by poor fools that thinks there is diamonds between our thighs."
It was true, Winnie wasn't like you or Anna. While you were the only Greene heiress, Anna was the eldest of six brothers and three sisters. Anna had the choice to marry whoever liked but she wasn't one for love, she cared more for name and fortune like your father wanted for you. You truly only knew Anna due to your fathers' being business partners and your father wanted you to be around good structured people that would be a good influence.
Winnie on the other hand never knew her father; he was an outlaw that fled the America not long after her birth. She was born to a carpet girl and shortly after being born, was left on sheriff's doorstep, who raised her like his own.
Your father favoured Anna as your friend, he didn't care much for Winnie but as long as Winnie didn't seem to have a negative influence, he didn't care much for your friendship.
"I have a cultivating imagination Winnie dear," Anna paused to bring her bottle to her lips, "age comes money, money comes with inheiritance. I marry an older man, he drops in a couple years, I only have to make a fool of myself for a couple dreadful years and than? I'm burying a skeleton of a man with a golden shovel!"
"Is that truly what you wish though?" you asked, sure you knew it was your duty as the only heiress to marry well but what if you met your true love and he was only two gold short to your dad's favour.
Anna laughed like she couldn't believe you actually said that, realizing you were serious she stopped laughing, "oh you mean that.."
Anna sighed, placing the now empty bottle onto an empty table for someone else to clean up, "a wrinkly soul is so desperate for the attention a beautiful young woman as I. They know I do not care for them yet they do not run. Why? Because I am a Pinkerton and the thought of laying with a woman such as me makes them bend over backwards."
"But what if I don't want some old fool?" you asked, your eyes glancing back to the man at the bar that had followed you for months. He was talking to some older man in a fancy waist vest, "I know I must marry out of wealth but I want to live my life happy."
"I'm very happy with Joseph, he keeps me well and desires me alone," Winnie butted in, Anna glanced at Winnie with a pitied expression.
Anna seemed to be thinking for a second, looking up and down at Winnie. Winnie asked what was up as Anna only shrugged, "pleasure?Men of poor wealth such as Joseph desire nothing more than pleasure and give none in return. It will please you at first, the thought that all you have to do is sit pretty and woo him but some people will think that's frivolous."
"If Joseph thought me as frivolous why would he propose to me?" Winnie sassed back, smirking proudly.
Anna only shook her head, tutting quietly, "you are thought capable of bearing sons, are you not? Unfortunately from what I can tell and that drink in your hand, you're still not pregnant. He'll tire and find a new."
You pitied Winnie, seeing the frown form on her lips as she placed a hand to abdomen. You shook your head, "if he ignores what a good woman you are all due to your womb, I hope that he rots."
Winnie smiled thankfully at you, Anna eyeing the old drunken man at the bar as he began to stumble out the door. Anna excused herself rushing after the man and hooking his arm in hers, pulling him to her side as she whispered something in the drunken's fools ear. crossing her fingers behind her back unknown to the drunk fool as they escaped into the night.
Winnie laughed mischievously, some plan coming to the young girl's mind as she skipped away from your side to the bar counter where Dutch stood; his gaze never leaving your figure despite talking with the older man in the vest. Winnie beckoned the older man her attention, pulling him aside to the piano and sitting next to him, playing a tune.
You cursed Winnie quietly, nothing was holding Dutch back now from looking for your attention. You wanted to run but by the time you eyed the exit, Dutch was already striding over and you just had to sit there and brace yourself to deal with the obnoxious conversation that was to come from the outlaw.
He tipped his hat at you, his thumb hooked into the belt loop of his pants. Sure he was handsome, you couldn't deny that but you knew what he wanted; he wanted money. That's all outlaws ever wanted, they had no feelings for others, only for the weight of gold in their pockets. You wouldn't be a fool, you knew the truth and what he meant when he would call you beautiful and would treat you kind.
"Miss Green, we must stop meeting like this!" he joyed proudly, as if you couldn't tell that he had followed you here. He always did. Anywhere you went, he would be close behind. You were surprised to never have him watching you while you slept. He pulled a cigar swiftly from his pocket, lighting it at his lips and letting the smoke slip out.
You coughed inhaling the poisonous smoke as you waved your hand in front of you, wafting it from your nose before it could affect your lungs, "Dutch how much of a pleasure to-" you coughed again with another puff a smoke making your eyes begin to water, "be in the same room."
You lied, you didn't want to be even breathing the same air as an outlaw. What was stopping Dutch from tying you to a tree and using you as ransom for a handsome sum of money from your parents.
As if Anna was wrong in her speech either. It will please you at first, the thought that all you have to do is sit pretty and woo him but some people will think that's frivolous, Anna was right, if someone was to see you with the outlaw they would think you frivolous and needy. But you are not, Greens aren't needy, they have everything they could ever want. Maybe you just envied Anna, everything always came so easy for her.
"I will say the image of that body in my bed has gotten me through many a dark day," charming, you had guessed that was how he attempted to woo you? It wasn't wooing at all nor attractive, it only proved Anna's point more, cannot be fooled by poor fools that thinks there is diamonds between our thighs.
You could only sigh, turning your waist from Dutch in a hope of an escape. You wanted out, you just wanted to go home. Winnie was still playing on the piano and Anna had left with the drunken stranger. "Dutch." Dutch puffed again making you waft the smoke away, "Dutch. I'm not sure if you understand what is happening here."
"We both know what you want Miss," Dutch was a cocky soul, that was truly obvious and possibly a little self obsessed. You were used to being around those kinds of people though but those were rich folk who stuck their nose in the air and could buy an entire market's stock if they wished. Outlaws were just what their name suggested, outlaws. Dirty filthy outlaws. The kind of people that your father would disown you over if you were even seen with.
"If you truly know what I wish Dutch than you're doing the opposite," you made the attempt to turn on your heel to escape Dutch but he was quick to grab your wrist and pull you back to him. You tried to pull away, the thought of his dirty, life stealing hands on your skin made you sick yet also gave a weird liberating feeling that couldn't be name in English alone, "release me murderer."
"Now now hold on miss," Dutch pulls you closer to him, trying to woo you to his favour yet it only falls flat, "no one says no to Dutch Van Der Linde."
You glared, ripping your wrist from his grip, "I believe I just did, outlaw."
THank you for reading, I'm sorry if its a little boring since it is just the first chapter
Please reblog as it does help me out
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Portrait of Dutch van der Linde: Red Dead Redemption 2. Portrait of the leader of the van der Linde gang, the one and only, Dutch van der Linde. I will be honest, usually these take me about 2-3h from start to finish, but this one took 8h. It was something special for me, since I wanted to show every little detail I simply could. Yet I would agree, it is not perfect, I am only a hobbyist, I feel satisfaction with the result. And again, this is drawn as an interactive part of my upcoming fanfic (a journal familiar to Arthur’s) where the reader could find more of OC’s thoughts on the events and characters from RDR2. #dutchvanderlinde #dutchvanderlindeart #dutchvanderlindefanart #reddeadredemption2 #reddeadredemption2fanart (at Horseshoe Overlook) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkwGNvzsfkO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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-Come on, Arthur! To do that for a couple of minutes. In total, there are 50 lawmen. Half as much as last week.
-you're really an fucking idiot or you're pretending to be?
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Me: I will never edit with something like Supernatural. That is way too much footage to comb through...
Idiot Me: ...take a listen to this song. Now, wanna edit something with one of the longest story/plot/cutscene in a video game?
Me: ...
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Cold collision-Arthur Morgan story - Chapter 2 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1374959420-cold-collision-arthur-morgan-story-chapter-2?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MartaPaulaVolosova&wp_originator=3dz8PLPnIiyODdTGNrmz2voyfQ7QSBhRHK1TIqLyqv8lSfL0ZkO0P6ufH4oY3HqGuweSl0sFXgYflJ%2Be9vLdtooA6XdvGmr23RU5SipeI8qtKZVU6o5JkQFzM%2BLgW6zl Agnes O'Shea was always different from her younger sister Molly who was very ladylike. Agnes was not so soft, she was never afraid of jobs given to her and always made sure that the job was done perfectly. Even being rude was normal to her...Knew how to wield a weapon nicely... But life in Ireland was never perfect for her so she and Molly left for more adventures in dreamland America. And who knows what awaits them...
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This game is so underrated #rdr2 #guarma #underrated #arthurmorgan #dutchvanderlinde https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl2kT5BMbQY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Lyle Morgan and son , mу art, 297×420 , pencil drawing, 2024
it seems that Arthur's father was a lousy man, but nevertheless Arthur keeps his hat and his photo, using this photo I tried to recreate his image
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starting my writing account!
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.
requests are open, do not hesitate! thank you :)
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~WE NEED MOOONEYYY AND BOAT FOR TAHITI~
Just Dutch being Dutch
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Go spend 1.02 minutes of your time on this video. Guaranteed it'll make you smile.
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I read somewhere that Dutch and Micah in the epilogue are just the Lighthouse western version so here it is, I might rewatch it tonight bc it's such a masterpiece nfngnfnf
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silly dutch edit
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