Callumwilson2002
Story Description:
The Van der Linde gang never planned for you-not the quiet gunslinger with winter-blue eyes, a black hat pulled low, and a long coat stitched with dust, blood, and memory. You ride in after Chapter 1, when the snow has already carved ghosts into everyone's bones, and the gang is desperate enough to take in someone dangerous and loyal in equal measure.
In the Red Dead Redemption 2 world, you look like you belong to it: dark coat worn soft at the edges, a bandana usually hiding your mouth, revolvers hanging heavy at your hips. There's nothing clean about you-only restraint, tension, and the sense that you've buried more bodies than you care to count. You kill when you must, and sometimes when the world gives you no other choice, especially those who decide you're disposable. Survival has sharpened you into something cold... until Sadie Adler.
Sadie is fire where you are ash. Your crush on her is unspoken, aching, and dangerous-glances held too long, hands brushing after a fight, the kind of tension that lives between gun smoke and heartbeats. A kiss may come when neither of you expects it, raw and honest, carried by grief rather than hope. Love here is never safe, never clean, and never promised to last.
You despise Micah Bell from the moment you meet him. Something in him feels wrong, rotten beneath the grin, and your hatred simmers quietly, waiting for proof the rest of the gang refuses to see. Loyalty pulls you deeper into the Van der Linde family, but introspection gnaws at you: how many deaths can you justify before there's nothing left to save?
This is a mature, emotional fanfic told in intimate prose-still safe for all readers, but unafraid of loss, longing, or blood on your hands. A story of joining the gang, falling for the wrong person at the worst time, and trying to hold onto love in a world determined to burn it away.