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A/N: Because apparently I’m having a normal one about Percival fucking Dolarhyde rn. Just a bit of an impromptu post. Y’all can blame @e-moneyyy and @sweetums0kitty for this one. <3

Warning: lmao smut, unprotected sex, general teasing, minors pls don’t interact or I will chew your toes off, thx <3

Having the most love/hate relationship with him. You’re sworn enemies. You’re absolutely in love with him. But, god, you hate him.

He’s easily the most annoying and entitled man that you’ve ever met. That’s what makes the idea of knocking him down a peg so much fun. Because he’s a man who’s just dying to be humbled.

A single hard stare would make him feel like his authority is being challenged. He’s so used to being the big man in town (aside from his pa, of course). So to have a little lady looking at him that he’s a bit of grime on her boot? He absolutely won’t tolerate it.

Good thing you don’t tolerate him either. When he starts pulling out his gun and threatening to teach you a lesson you simply say, “Go ahead then. Shoot me, Dolarhyde.”

And though he momentarily raises his gun and fires off a round, he completely misses you. Sure, he’s a terrible shot. But he wasn’t even aiming for you in the first place. He simply meant for it to be a warning.

But you barely flinch at him. Instead, you roll your eyes and say, “That’s what I thought. Go on home, little boy Dolarhyde. Thought I heard your mama call you in for supper time.”

As you turn tail back into your storefront, Percy is left looking like more of a fool than ever. More of a fool than when his father chewed him out for running up a nearly hundred dollar tab at the saloon.

But that interactions sets the tone for how he feels about you. You live inside of his mind at almost all hours. He starts out seething.

How dare she think she can talk to me that way? How dare she think she can make a fool out of me? How dare she smile like that? How dare she wear skirts that pretty? How dare she walk around in the summer heat smelling like a floral dream? How dare she just…exist…like that?

And what began as a withering, ugly stem of hate, soon flourished into a big, rich red rose with all the thorny glances and delicate petals left intact. And he itches to wrap his hands around the stem, even if he bleeds.

He enters your store right before you can close up for the night. And as soon as you see him and his smug little grin, you know he’s up to no good.

But he’s got none of his handlers with him, which is a little odd. It doesn’t make you nervous though. Little old Percival Dolarhyde is all bark and no bite. He’s just a scared little boy playing with his father’s guns and money.

“What do you want now, Dolarhyde?”

He inches closer, licking his lips, “Just wanted to talk.”

You sigh, “Of course you did. That’s all you are, a lot of talk.”

“As if you’re any better, sweetheart.”

“At least when I talk, people listen. You just make a whole load of noise.”

Percy is inches away now, looking down at you with that cheeky smile plastered across his face as he croons, “Oh, honey, you haven’t heard half of the noises I could make.”

Heat rises through your chest as you tug on his bandana and pull his lips towards you. His hands are on your hips in an instant, lifting you on the store counter. But your hands are…somewhere entirely different. Your fingers make quick work of his leather belt and you’re pulling him out before he even has a chance to comprehend the action.

“You gonna stand there looking like a sap or are you gonna show me what other noises you make, huh?” You tease.

And with that, he’s off. He hitches your skirt up to your thighs and helps you pull down your bloomers. He barely sees a sliver of your pinkish cunt before he lines himself up and pushes in.

He exhales hard as soon as his head sinks in. And you hardly give him a chance to catch up before he feels your heels digging into the back of his knees, forcing him deeper. And as more of the welcoming warmth engulfs him, the more he’s gasping for air.

Your loosen the already disheveled bandana from around his neck and discard it so you can latch onto his neck. You taste the salty sweat that clings to his skin and bite down lightly. Percy reacts quickly with a whimper.

And you pull away from a moment to whisper breathily in his ear, “I quite liked that sound. Do it again, will you?”

He’ll do anything. Absolutely anything you ask him to as his thrusts turn sloppy and desperate. Percy holds you closer than he thought he ever would, desperate to keep you attached to him. A girl like you could get away if he couldn’t keep up.

So he does everything in his power to whine and whimper and gasp for you as you work at marking up his neck.

And he tries not to lose his mind too much when you take one the hands you’d laced through his hair down to rub harsh circles around your clit. The way you moan directly into his ear? He can’t handle it.

With shuddering ruts and a strangled whine, he buries his head into the crook of your neck as he spills inside you. His head is in the clouds; none of that seething resentment remains. It’s entirely possible that you fucked the rest of it completely out of him. All that’s left is stupid, adoring puppy love as he pulls out and rests his sweating forehead against yours.

You’re equally as out of breath, still recovering from the heady comedown of your own climax. As your eyes flutter open, you see his wide, toothy smile.

“Did I make pretty enough sounds for you, sweetheart?”

You laugh and press a small kiss to his lips, “Perfectly lovely sounds, Percy.”

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Sketches of Pierre Bezukhov by M. S. Bashilov, 1866 || Paul Dano as Pierre Bezukhov in BBC’s War & Peace (2016)

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a Calvin Weir-Fields playlist

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i’m going to pass out he’s so

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hes just a little guy

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Fool for love with Percy? Maybe it’s their wedding night and they’re laying in bed having a fluffy little convo? The world NEEDS soft Percy!!! Also, congrats on 500!!! You deserve it, hon! 💖💕💓

Author’s Note | you asked for soft Percy, anon?? you're sure as hell getting it cause good god almighty I am so weak for him. imma need y'all to freak out with me on this one because WOW, when's it my turn to be happy, huh????

Warnings | implied smut, nothing else I can think of!

“Stop it!” You gasp for air through giggles.

Percy’s cold fingertips curl into the side of your body teasingly. You feel the jagged edge of his nails scratch along your skin and you wince, lightly smacking his hand away. Percy simply chuckles like the scoundrel he knows he is. It's hard for him to not be aware of how inexplicable this position is. With far more time left in the night, he has that giddy energy packed away like gunpowder in his bones, just waiting for another chance to explode.

So he doesn't stop. Instead, he gets closer to your face and says, "What's the matter, darlin'? Don't like being poked at?"

"It's not as much being poked at as it is the fact that your fingers are freezin'." You whine and try to pry away his relentless touch.

Lips inches away from yours he says, “You weren’t complainin’ about them bein’ cold when I had ‘em inside of you.” Wrenching his hand from your grip, his fingers creep across your thigh towards the dip between your legs.

You sweep his wandering hand away quickly and protest, “Percival Dolarhyde, I told you to give me a minute to breathe!”

“Oh, you’ve been breathin’ alright. Breathin’ a lot of hot air.” He teases you before attaching his mouth to your neck, sucking what you were sure would be a new mark on the column of your throat. Thank the lord that all the gorgeous dresses Percy’s father had bought for you to wear on the honeymoon would button up over them. You tilt your head reluctantly to give him easier access.

Feeling his tongue run over your skin you gasp, “If you keep pawin’ at me like this, I’m gonna start to wonder if ya’ even like me.”

Percy pulls away within seconds, giving you a look of concern, “Like you? Christ almighty, woman, I sign my life away to ya’ and you’re still not convinced that I like you?”

You hum playfully and nod, “Mmhmm, right now, I’m thinkin’ that you’re doin’ the looong con just so you could butter me up and get in bed with me.”

“Darlin’, if I’d just wanted to fool around with ya’, I would’ve done it. But instead I had to give ya’ my name, a ring, a whole buncha’ sappy vows, a honeymoon, the whole works. I think that’s a little much for a man who supposedly doesn’t like ya’.” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. His usually dubious green eyes are glossed over with a sheen of affection.

Suddenly, you feel very lucky that the rotten, sour, good-for-nothing, Percival Dolarhyde chose to make you his. Especially if you got to wake up with his pink lips pressing little kisses to your shoulder and his skin smelling as fresh as a spring daisy from the scalding bath he’d taken in preparation for his big day. Though part of you thinks that he had been easy on the eyes even when his jacket still reeked of whiskey and his hair was so oily you could’ve fried an egg on the top of his head in the boiling afternoon heat. But that’s another matter entirely.

“So you do like me, huh?” You continue to tease him.

A deep grumble resounds from Percy’s throat, “You’re relentless, sweet pea.”

Fingers lacing through his locks near his scalp, you tug on his hair to get his attention. Percy whines as you pull him up to look at you.

“I saaaid, you do like me, right?”

He gives your hopeful expression a careful once over before his gaze softens and he breathes out, “Like you? Darlin’, I love you more than life itself.” And that answer seems like it's more than enough as his lips make their way to yours again.

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I’ve always liked cowboys but Dolarhyde just confirms it

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i don’t know what it is but i am about to go crazy. go stupid. go crazy. go stupid. why is he so fine. he’s not even doing much. he’s pulling up his pants. or he’s giving someone a very stern look. i wouldn’t know. but he’s also wearing all brown. all i’m asking is for one chance—

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Swiss Army Man

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He deserves so much from the world, the world owes him so much

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write some enemies to lovers blurb with Percy Dolarhyde?? Like they hated each others guts but after Percy gets abducted and comes back to town the reader hugs him?

Sweet Pea | Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,490

Author’s Note | hee hee, you guys are getting FED this week!! I was gonna keep this as a sweet little blurb but then I felt too many things! Oopsie!

Warnings | Percy and reader bully each other lol, just a smidge of angst and fluff, nothing I can think of!

For almost twenty long years you’d dealt with Percival Dolarhyde’s bullshit. From the second his daddy started spurting gold out of every orifice of his body, the universe decided that Percy would never grow up knowing poverty. On his own, however, he decided he’d never know a moment of good, pure silence either.

You and him developed a routine. By the time you were both twelve, Percy came to the conclusion that you gave the best reaction when he pulled on your hair. And kicked dust in your face. And threw rocks at you. And called you ugly, smelly, gross, stupid, silly, and any other easy word that could pop into his head. He tended to use a lot of the same ones since no matter how many tutors his father brought in to raise him up right, he still couldn’t read very well.

That was the first thing you’d ever teased him about.

All the money in the world and still you can’t read for nothing, Percival Dolarhyde.

That was another thing he hated. You called him Percival. Sure, it’s his full name. But you say it like he’s a toddler, running around and making a mess of everything. And on the day he gets abducted, he acts exactly like he is one. Throwing his tantrum in front of the saloon and shooting his gun off. You’re almost glad to see the new stranger in town give him a fraction of the wallop he deserves.

“Heard they’re cartin’ your sorry ass all the way out the Santa Fe tonight.” You chuckle, approaching his jail cell. “Terribly wasteful trip for those horses. They should make you walk instead.”

Percy lies on the cot in the corner, hat tipped over his head as if he was actually intending to sleep in the musty old cell. He looks up at you from underneath the brim and grimaces before rising to his feet.

“Not if my daddy has anything to say about it.” He steps the short distance between the bed and the bars, almost pressing his face against them.

You inch closer, “Your daddy doesn’t care whether you rot in here or in Santa Fe, I can assure you that. Just as long as you don’t come home, everyone will move along with their lives just fine.”

“You don’t mean that, do ya’, sweet pea?” He argues back in that deliciously low twang of his, tongue between his teeth in a teasing manner that drives you positively insane.

The stranger snaps from his own cell, obviously not humored by the back and forth, “Are you two done with your lover’s quarrel over there?”

You’re the first to glare at him and say, “Lover’s quarrel? You must really be new around here, mister.”

“Yeah, if my sweet pea had a lover, that poor sap would be getting it twice as hard as I do.”

“You shut your mouth, Dolarhyde, or I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Smack me? C’mon now, I thought I wasn’t your lover?”

Percy smirks slyly and you sigh. No matter how many times he sneered at you...he never failed to infuriate you. If only you could grab him by the collar and smack him. And maybe give him a little kiss.

No. Absolutely not. Don't fill your head with that load of bull.

“Enjoy your stay in Santa Fe, Percival.” You give him one last smile with pursed lips, entirely sure that this is the last time you’ll get to see his sniveling, beautiful face.

Then he got himself abducted. Those horrifying creatures descended from the sky and snatched him away. It's a fate that you’d been praying upon him for practically your whole life. And instead of being grateful for this blessing, you’d kill to have the Percy from your childhood throwing pebbles and kicking up dust and doing his best to irritate you. Because at least he would still be there, vying for your attention.

Against your better judgment, you worried about him. You never wanted the last time you saw him to be him screaming.

If anyone was going to drag his sorry ass out of the mess he was in, it would be you. You kicked up a fuss, demanding that Woodrow Dolarhyde let you join the ragtag posse who would attempt to save those who'd been abducted. Though he'd been confused at how committed you were to finding his drunkard of a son, he let it be. They needed as much help as they could get. And, frankly, he didn't care what guilty conscience was fueling your ferocity. As long as you wanted Percy to be safe and sound, that was enough of a common goal to consider you an ally.

Once it's all said and done and the adrenaline fades, one person is on your mind. 

"Percy?" You search the crowd desperately for his stupid face, convincing yourself that it's because you'll give him that smack across the cheek that he's always deserved. You'd helped kill a handful of aliens now. Giving Percy a taste of his own medicine was nothing compared to the hell that you'd been through almost losing your life for him.

But that idea is gone with the wind as soon as you spot him, eyes wide and darting from person to person. For a second, you smile, thinking he must be looking for you.

"Percival!" you run to him like you never have before and throw yourself into his arms. You smile when you feel him wrap around you. His hand his hesitant, but ultimately rests on your head and holds you to him. The affection is unnatural, you’re well aware. But it's there. And since Percy has always hated you, it's more than enough.

“You really have a habit of getting yourself into trouble, huh?” You ask him, trying not to get too misty eyed as you pull away, “Just let me get a good look at you.”

Woodrow Dolarhyde appears beside you and rests a solemn palm on your upper arm. Percy got all of his cockiness from his father, but in that moment, Woodrow shows none of the loathed trait.

He simply clears his throat and says carefully, “He’s still a bit…shaken up.”

“Shaken up?” You glance back and forth between the men, waiting for their awkward silence to manifest into a satisfactory answer until Percy finally pipes in.

“Who are you?”

You tense up more than you want to. “That’s not funny. Don’t you dare start with me.”

“Kid. He doesn’t remember…anything.”

"No, no, no. You can't forget," with your hands on his shoulders, you stare into his eyes, searching for some reluctant recognition of your existence. "You despise me. I'm the only one who calls you Percival because I know how much it upsets you. And I'm terrible because I love upsetting you. But you love making my life hell too so it all evens out."

"It sounds like..." Percy trails off, gazing off someplace in the middle distance before refocusing his attention to you, "Why would you want to remember me?"

The question takes you off guard. At every twist and turn, Percy was there to make sure that you were miserable. Teasing you with that silly little name because it made you blush every time. He probably had no clue why it got you so. Was probably painfully unaware of how badly you wanted to hear him say it with just a hint of care in his tone. Sweet pea. He taunted you with the name; held it above your head like a child with a toy you so desperately wanted. Why would you want to remember how he was?

"Because— because I don't know who I'd be without you." The choked sob you let out makes you suddenly self conscious. Woodrow already looks uncomfortable watching the scene play out. So you turn, wiping the stray tear off of your cheek with a knuckle. As soon as you step away, Percy's hesitant voice utters something that makes you freeze. 

"Sweet pea?"

You wonder if you'd just hallucinated it. Your lovesick mind was playing a trick on you just to cope with the obliterating reality that you'd done all you had for nothing. Then he repeats it. Like he's finally sure of the sound. Like he knows that name belongs to you.

Within seconds, you're back in his arms. But this time, it's Percival Dolarhyde holding you like he's afraid to let go. You seem to anchor him to the ground. Arms tightening around his nervous frame, you return the warm embrace. No alien is ever gonna snatch your Percival away ever again.

"I don't remember you. Not exactly. But I remember that." His voice shakes with a vulnerability you're not used to from him, "You're my sweet pea."

With your thumb caressing over his dirty cheek, you look into his muddled green eyes and smile wistfully, "That's good enough for now."

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