•Arthur isn’t overly affectionate with words, but he shows his love through actions: pulling you behind him during danger, fixing your broken toys, making sure you eat before he does.
•He’s not great with “parent talk,” so he just ends up grumbling things like,
“Eat your beans or you’ll die,” and that’s love in Arthur language.
•He teaches you to fight, not to be cruel, but so you can survive.
“Keep your chin up, fists high. World don’t play fair.”
•You get a bruise? He says “You’ll live,” but then immediately applies a cold cloth and mutters about the damn world being too hard on kids.
•Fishing. Lots of it. Mostly quiet, peaceful moments. Sometimes you fall asleep and Arthur lets the line slack so you can nap longer.
•He teaches you how to clean a gun before you even hit double digits.
•If you complain about chores, he just points at the horses and says, “You rather shovel or starve?”
•Doodles of you sleeping in camp.
•A sketch of your first catch, your first deer, your first lost tooth.
•He never shows them to anyone. They're just for him, tucked away like fragile pieces of his soul.
•You steal his hat at every chance. He pretends to be mad, but you catch the smile every time.
•When you get cold, he drapes his big coat over you without a word, like a walking blanket.
•Arthur always knows when something’s wrong. He ain’t good with soft talk, but he’ll say:
“You ain’t gotta carry it alone. Tell your old man what’s got your jaw tight.”
•If you cry, he doesn’t mock you. Just sits nearby and maybe says,
“You’re stronger than you know. You just don’t see it yet.”
•You grow up with the Van der Linde gang as your messy, chaotic extended family.
•Uncle Dutch tells you long-winded speeches about freedom.
•Javier plays guitar for you.
•Micah... Arthur tells you to stay away from Micah. He's a bitch
•If someone even looks at you wrong, Arthur’s entire body shifts—fingers twitching near his gun.
“That’s my son. Mind your step.”
•He’d burn the world down before he lets it take you.
•Late nights, he tells you stories about his mama, about his mistakes, about what he wishes he could’ve done better.
“I ain’t perfect, son. But I’m damn sure gonna try to be good for you.”
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FanfictionWell, it's a group of one shots, preferences and imagines that I wrote on Tumblr and notes before so I'll post them here so that my work won't be lost if I can't open my Tumblr or i accidentally delete my notes. So here you go! Warning: Warnings are...
