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moonlightkitties · 1 month ago

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You are your father's daughter - Red Dead Redemption reader insert (Part Four)

Plot: After a shaky experience in Valentine, you spend time with Hosea, Arthur and John.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k+

Chapter 2 - Horseshoe Overlook

Part One Part Two Part Three

A/N: This one was more of a filler chapter because I wanted you, Arthur and John to spend time with each other and actually build a relationship but I PROMISE Sean x reader content is coming soon!!

Colter was getting colder by the second. Everyone was miserable. It's been a long, rough, cold week but finally, the gang made enough money from the Leviticus Cornwall train to get out and go towards some place Hosea called "Horseshoe Overlook." It was located towards Valentine near West Elizabeth. You, like Arthur, were very skeptical about how we would be "staying low" if we were going to be living a few miles from a town.

Kieran was hauled on the back of Whisky since Dutch didn't want him in the wagons with the women. You helped pack up the wagons and rode along side Dutch in the front. It was a long journey down the snowy mountains and you were already getting irritable and freezing. Micah was riding beside you, talking about something that you had no interest in but, like a good friend, you listened and tried to sound intrigued. You felt the sun bear down on your back and almost cried, you were finally out of the cold and into the warm spring. Dutch called Micah over and you heard Dutch telling him and Lenny to scout the area.

You were about to cross a river and cringed, Whisky was never good with rivers. You kicked your heels gently into her but she refused to cross. You groaned "Come on" you told her, patting the side of her neck "It's just water." She snorted and shook her head, getting agitated. You took a deep breath and Kieran spoke up "M-maybe I can help."

"How?" you ask, mounting off of her.

"Just untie me and I can-"

"No" you cut him off, shooting him a warning glare.

Kieran sighed, his attempt to escape was foiled, "But I really can help" he told you "I'm good with horses." You ignored him, taking Whisky's reins and leading her across the river, so you could show her there was nothing to be afraid of. Your boots and pants were soaking wet but she eventually calmed down and walked through the river. You were behind the other caravans so you dug your heels into Whiskey and made her gallop to catch up with them. You looked behind you to find that Arthur and Hosea weren't behind you but you knew they would catch up.

Kieran was quiet so you nudged his shoulder, which earned you a grumble. "Sorry" you smirked "Just seeing if you were alive." Kieran huffed. Dutch called you over so you made Whiskey trot over "Yeah?" you asked, looking up at him.

"How's the O'Driscoll boy doin?" he asked "Given ya any trouble?" you shook your head "Nope, we're all good" Dutch nodded "Once we get to this spot, I'm going to have Bill and Javier tie him to the nearest tree, maybe near where Pearson cooks the stew." he smirks, making Kieran shrink even more.

After riding for a few more miles you and the wagons stopped at a hillside. Horseshoe overlook was settled near a cliff and you mentally noted to tell Jack to stay away from it if none of us were around. You dismounted Whiskey and helped Miss Grimshaw and Pearson unpack. Bill and Javier took Kieran off Whiskey and tied him to where Pearson was already setting his "kitchen" up. You helped Karen and Tilly set up the tents and all three of you were getting annoyed at Miss Grimshaw's nagging. Pro of being Dutch's daughter, you don't have to do chores only if you want to, you're safe from Grimshaw's nagging, and you get your own tent. You sat on your cot, looking at the camp, watching everyone bustle around, trying to get everything set up. Arthur pulled up and, you went to go greet him and Hosea.

"You weren't wrong Hosea" Dutch said "This place is perfect."

"Let's hope so" Hosea told him, getting off of the wagon.

"Gentlemen" Dutch announced, mostly to Arthur and Hosea "We have survived." Hosea let out a sigh "For now" Dutch ignored him and continued "Now, it is time to prosper."

"Arthur and I were about to prosper in Blackwater, something big. Until Micah got you excited about that ferry and here we are." Hosea grumbled. "We have all made mistakes over the years, Hosea" Dutch told him in a tone of voice that advised him to stop talking "Every last one of us" he continued "But I kept us together, and some day, (y/n), will carry us on. The Van der Linde gang isn't going any where for a long time." Your froze at his comment about you and glanced away.

Dutch walked away and Hosea, you and Arthur following him. "I guess I'm just worried. I ain't got that long Dutch, I just want people safe before I'm gone." you gave Arthur a confused glance at Hosea's comment 'Ain't got long?' you wondered 'What does he mean?'

"And now we're stuck! East of the Grizzlies, and out of money." you tuned out whatever left he said but followed them once they started moving. During Dutch's speech to the gang he mentioned that it was time for everyone to earn their keep and that whatever we find, the camp gets its slice. Hosea also mentioned a town called Valentine might have work and jobs we could pick up so you thought about going by there maybe this week but now all you wanted to do was relax.

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Two weeks passed and you were starting to get comfortable with living near Horseshoe Overlook. Things were going fine, no one was causing trouble, you and Dutch started hanging out a bit more, life was peaceful.

Until Mary Beth, Tilly, and Karen, forced you to come to Valentine with them. You sat next to Tilly in the wagon as Arthur and Uncle sat up front. "Why'd you want me to come anyways?" you ask them "Why?" Tilly repeated "Because you're our friend" she nudged you with her shoulder "And besides, you looked lonely sitting there" Mary Beth teased. You shrugged "I like being alone."

Arthur chuckled "Really?" he asked "Really" you said "That's not how you used to be" he laughed "You used to beg one of us to stay with you everyday." You glared at him, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment "Well, I don't anymore." Arthur left you alone and the girls started singing. You could see the little town of Valentine and you thought of all the things you could do. Probably get some more food for Whisky, maybe a new bridal too. The wagon abruptly stopped and you looked around to see a horse running away from a man and his own wagon. "Is one of you gonna get that fellers horse?" Tilly asked, Uncle turned around and said "I got lumbago, it's very serious!" Arthur grumbled but got out "Lumbago...really" he repeated under his breath.

"So, what are you gonna do when we get there?" Mary Beth asked you. You shrugged "I dunno yet, Whisky needs some more food and I was thinking about getting her a new bridal." Mary Beth giggled "I swear you care more about that horse than yourself." You give her a smile "Of course I do, I raised her from a foal." you told her "Really?" Karen asked "I just assumed Dutch or Hosea gave her to you." You shake your head "Nah, me and Hosea were out riding on day, I was only thirteen at the time and we stumbled upon a mare that recently foaled, we found that the mare was mauled by something and there she was, all scared and skinny, it was a miracle she wasn't dead yet."

"Oh, I remember" Tilly piped up "You made Hosea carry her all the way back to camp" she laughed "Yeah, I did" you laughed with her "How did Whisky survive without a mare?" Karen asked "I made Arthur and John steal one, apparently her foal died and the farmer was going to kill her anyways" you explained. Arthur came back and started guiding the wagon into Valentine. The scent of the sheep made you gag but you got used to it once he parked near the stables. You and the girls got off the wagon "So, you wanna head into the saloon with us or do your own thing?" Karen asked "I think I'll go with y'all." you said, trying to not get any mud to seep into your boots.

Squelch

The mud made that noise the entire time you and the girls were walking to the saloon. You were disgusted, mud was not your thing, so you made sure to scrub your pants extra hard during washing. You walked into the saloon, the girls at your side, it was small but a normal sized saloon for a small town. You never drank, you couldn't see the appeal. But one drink wouldn't hurt, right? Karen bought you all a beer and as you tipped the glass to your lips you were pulled into someone's chest.

"What'sa purdy lady like you doin in a bar all alone?" a voice, a man, asked, his voice slurred. You cringed, and looked around for help. Tilly, Karen or Mary Beth were all no where to be found. You push his shoulder away and take a step back. The man gave you a mocking pout "Aw, come on darlin" he said, taking a step closer to you, your beer was on the counter so you picked it up and slammed it into his head, making him fall to the floor, bystanders watched, but went back to their drinking, like a woman beating a man was the most normal thing in the world. Before you left, you dug into his satchel and stealthily grabbed the rest of the money he had and put it in your own.

You quickly made your way out of the saloon and outside before anyone could say anything. Arthur and Uncle were no where to be found so you crossed over towards the stables and walked in. You were greeted by an older guy who showed you the bridles he carried after you asked. You looked over them and chose a brown one, it was fairly cheep but it would work.

You spotted Arthur and Uncle outside, Mary Beth was speaking to them. You made your way over to them and Arthur gave you a smile "New bridle?" You nodded "Yeah, I figured Whisky deserved something new." You looked around, Tilly and Karen was no where near.

"Where's Tilly and Karen?" you ask, Mary Beth shrugged "I think at the hotel, they picked up some drunken fellers that they was gonna rob." Arthur's eyes narrowed "Why?" he asked, his voice rough "Seemed easy" Mary Beth told him "They have been gone for quite a while." Arthur sighed and he got up from the bench "I'll guess I'll go see if there's any trouble." Mary Beth pointed across from us "Oh, there's Tilly over there" her eyes narrowed at a man grabbing Tilly's arm and forcing her to come with him. "That doesn't look ideal..." Mary Beth mumbled "Excuse me" Arthur said, a growl laced in his voice. He walked off the general store porch and went over to them. Tilly was backed against a wall and Arthur pulled the man off of her. Arthur said something you couldn't hear but the man backed off and Tilly hurried over to us.

"Imma go check with Karen at the hotel!" Arthur said, going inside.

"You okay?" you asked Tilly, noticing how shaken up she looked "Fine" she told you, giving you a small smile. Arthur came back a few moments later with Karen, her lip busted "Are you okay?" Tilly asked "Yeah, he only punched me, Arthur punched him a lot harder" she said, rubbing her cheek. A man stopped on his horse a few feet away from us "Hey, why does that guy keep looking at us?" Mary Beth pointed out.

"Weren't you in Blackwater a few weeks back?" the guy asked, pointing to Arthur. Tilly pushed you behind her incase something happened "Me? No, ain't from there" Arthur replied "Oh, you were. I defiantly saw you, with a bunch of fellers." the man told him, clenching on his horse reins. "Listen buddy, come here for a second" Arthur walked over to him. "I saw you" the man said, making his horse run after Arthur told him to "Come here" again "I don't like this" Uncle told him "Me neither" Arthur ran to a horse and mounted him "Take the girls home, I'm going to have a chat with our friend." Arthur ran off and we gathered into the wagon.

Uncle stopped the wagon and we got off. You walked over to Whisky, took her old worn down bridle off and put her new one on. "Isn't that one much more better?" you ask her and she gave you a snort in response. You smiled and stroked her snout, she nuzzled into your hand and you chuckled "Aw, you're a good horse, Whisky."

After your bonding moment with Whiskey, Hosea smiled as you walked over to him "How are you doing (y/n)?" he asked as you sat next to him "Good" you say "How're you?" Hosea chuckled "Oh you know, little bit of reading here, little bit of reading there." you smiled at him "How's Jack doing with reading? I know you've been teaching him." Hosea sighed "Trying to teach him. The boy's smart but he just doesn't want to try."

"Like John" you joked "Exactly like John" Hosea agreed. You both laughed and Arthur came back, he looked stressed, he probably was knowing that someone from Blackwater knows he's here. The sun was setting as you and Hosea kept talking, mostly about you and when you were younger. "Remember that time when you and John were about 12 and 20 and got into a huge argument about something" you rolled your eyes "Yes, I do. I think it was about who was going to go with Arthur into town that day, but in the end he just went alone" you laughed "Gosh, John was really upset, he wouldn't talk to me all week until Dutch told him to get over it."

After your long conversation, Hosea left and something crossed your mind, it's been at least two weeks and Micah and Lenny still weren't back. You figured they'll be fine, Micah was strong and Lenny had a good head on his shoulders. You got up and walked over to where most of everyone was, Arthur greeted you with a grunt as you sat beside him and Javier was playing his guitar a few feet away.

"Did you talk to that man that recognized you?" you asked him in a hushed voice. Arthur nodded "Yep, he won't be talkin." You nodded "Good. I'm getting worried" you admit "About what?" Arthur asked "About Sean and Mac, we don't know if their dead or not." Arthur let out a grunt "They'll be okay, I think Trelawny has a lead." you nodded "Good, the faster we know where they are the better."

"Why're you so worried about Sean anyways?" he asked, your cheeks turned red "No reason" you shrug "Oh, I think I know what this is about" he teases "I don't know what you're talking about" you said, looking away from him "He's a good kid, I see why you like him, but isn't he a little too old for you?" Arthur asked, you were about to say "no" when John's voice made you jump "Is who too old for her?" he asked, sitting beside you "Sean" Arthur told him, taking a bottle out of John's hand "You like Sean?" John asked you, his voice had a lace of disapproval. You groaned "No, I don't." Arthur chuckled "She does" he laughed, trying to rile you up "Look at her face." John sighed "You're too young to be dating anyways."

"Is that what you're gonna say when I'm older?" you asked him "Yep, you're not gonna be dating till me, Dutch, Arthur and Hosea has long passed on" John said, pulling you closer to him and rubbing your head with his fist "Let me go!" you laughed, John chuckled and Arthur rolled his eyes at your and John's display. John let you go after a few more rubs and you grumbled, trying to get your hair like it was. You leaned into Arthur's shoulder, the fire warming your body, you missed moments like these. Even though you weren't blood related, John and Arthur were your brothers and you loved them.

You could feel your eyes growing heavy, your body soothed by Javier singing and Arthur and John talking. You felt someone pick you up and set you down on your cot. Arthur pulled your blanket over you and ruffled your head "Love ya, kid" you heard him say before you fell asleep.

#rdr2 x you #rdr2 x reader #rdr x reader #sean macguire x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #john marston #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader

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marksbear · 2 years ago

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can i request like literally any character/ set of characters x a male reader who based off of looks/his style, doesn't look like he'd have a southern accent or something like that, but does

idk if you know much about monster high, but yk kieran valentine? basically like him 💀 (bro is a handsome vampire with a southern accent like??? 💀💀) (also if you don't know what i'm talking about, here's a reference https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRsuuprH/ )

(also also, if u wanna narrow down what character(s) to write this for, i suppose anyone from cod, overwatch, or the boys)

Please I had the biggest crush on him. And because I'm cool like that I wrote one character for each fandom listed.

Tittle was gonna be long as hell, so heres a short version. Its gonna be Homelander, Simon (ghost) Riley, and Sigma.

HOMELANDER X SOUTHERN MALE READER

-Homelander is a judging person. He likes to criticize and study people. So when it came to you he didn't suspect you had an accent.

-In Homelander's defense you didn't dress like you were from the country. Or really like the southern stereotype.

-But once you spoke with your accent it caught him WAY off guard.

-Most definitely stared at you funny. I mean it's not everyday when he hears an accent like that.

-If you have a thick southern accent he'll always listen to your voice no matter how busy the room is or quiet. Your voice interests him so much to the point he wants to be near it.

-When (if) you both start dating he wants to be near you all times to hear you talk. Even when you read a stupid children's book he'll want to hear you read it.

-he hears your voice when hes injured or something It's like medicine to him. "Jesus darlin. You all bloody'ed up." Y/n says looking at Homelander's suit. "Only some were mine, but there's nothing to worry about."

-If you tease him or flirt with him he's already weak in the knees.

-Simon had a feeling you were different from the rest of them, but you were hiding it well.

-You were like a chameleon. You acted and dressed like you were from one place The next minute you dress like you're from another one.

-But once Ghost heard your accent his jaw would have been on the floor if he wasn't wearing a mask. At first he thought it was one of your little fakes, but once he heard it more and more he realized it was natural.

-Everyone he'd met so far in war had their share of accents, but yours stood out to him. He hasn't heard an accent like that in a good minute.

-With your accent he can hear it over the gun shots or shouting. It just keeps standing out for him. He listens to your words when he isn't even realizing that hes listening until you're done talking.

-He heard Soap call you "cowboy" And the nickname stuck with him. "Cowboy..." Simon mumbles under his breath looking at you. "What is it darlin?" Y/n says looking at Simon.

-He glares at someone whenever they make fun of your accent or they look at you funny.

-Don't even start trying to tease him about him having a thing for your accent. He would be so red under his mask and embarrassed.

-The way you dress and act doesn't give him the slightest thought that you have a southern accent.

-Sigma isn't the social man, so don't expect him to be all over you because you're new or something. But if you are different from the other people in your class he would watch and study you from afar. But honestly to catch his eye you at least gotta do something he doesn't see everyday.

-Once you two start hanging out more. And once he hears your accent it would music to his ears.

-Sometimes if you're shorter than him he would use his powers to lift you up in the air so he can hear you talk. Your accent enhances/ hypnotizes him.

-He doesn't find it as annoying as Cassidy's (Mcree) but hey gotta start somewhere.

-Sure he may be crazy for your accent, but it would be the healthy lie amount of it.

-Asks if you can sing to him. If you don't know how he'll teach you. Gives you a whole lesson about singing and music and how you can use your voice to make music to make it even better.

-He loves everything about your accent. He would study where you were born and the place history to understand your background more.

The end!

#homelander x male reader #homelander #The boys #the boys x male reader #simon riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #cod x male reader #mw2 x male reader #sigma overwatch #sigma x male reader #overwatch x male reader #overwatch #x male reader #male reader #the bear club

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adayinthelifeofyn · 7 months ago

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Valentine - (Kieran Duffy x Reader)

Type Of Story: Fluff/Lyric Fic

Song: Valentine by Laufey

I've rejected affection

For years and years

Now I have it, and damn it

It's kind of weird

(Y/N) had a hard life having to learn to steal and distrust from a very young age. The years hardened their heart until it was nothing but stone becoming harsh and deadly in order to survive the harsh lands of the Midwestern.

It surprised no one when they eventually joined a gang in their 20’s. They seemed to fit right into the rest of the misfits that was the Van der Linde Gang yet there was one person that caught their eye…..and it seems they have caught his too.

He tells me I'm pretty

Don't know how to respond

I tell him that he's pretty too

Can I say that? Don't have a clue

When those words left his mouth (Y/N) was stunned for a moment.

“You're very pretty.” the gang's whipping boy had said to them one day. No one had ever called them pretty yet the camp's prisoner, Kieran Duffy, had said it as if it was pure fact.

“You're just saying that to butter me up for something.” they had said back not believing he actually meant his words.

He looked like a kicked puppy when he heard that making (Y/N) for once feel a bit of guilt for their words.

“I don't mean any disrespect…..I think you're the prettiest person i've ever seen….” he said in a quiet tone now before he was called off to do something else. What he said stuck with (Y/N)....more than they would like to admit.

With every passing moment

I surprise myself

I'm scared of flies

I'm scared of guys

Someone please help

'Cause I think I've fallen

In love this time

I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine

From that moment on (Y/N) couldn't help but keep a close eye on Kieran. From that they realized he wasn't a bad guy.

He was sweet and mean well enough. They started to hang around him more. Talking and quickly becoming protective of the Irish man. Something that didn't just surprise everyone in camp including Kieran but themselves as will.

Slowly they noticed their heart start to beat faster when he was around…..

What the hell was happening to them?

What if he's the last one I kiss?

What if he's the only one I'll ever miss?

Maybe I should run, I'm only 21

I don't even know who I want to become

I've lost all control of my heartbeat now

Got caught in a romance with him somehow

I still feel a shock through every bone

When I hear an "I love you"

'Cause now I've got someone to lose

It was almost a year to the day now.

And they know it was now….or they would chicken out again.

Tonight was the night they were going to tell Kieran how they felt for him. Just as they had taken a deep breath and went to leave their tent to go talk to Kieran they had run into him just as he was about to call out to them from outside their tent.

Before they could get any words out and with his face like a fire he cut in saying as quickly as he could how deeply he was smitten with them.

From their smile to being able to beat up someone twice their size he said he loved everything about them and more.

And once he was done…he quickly turned to leave as if to avoid whatever their answer was. Only for them to grab his arm and pull him back.

Say their grace and seal it with a kiss.

The first one to ever like me back

I'm seconds away from a heart attack

How the hell did I fall in love this time?

And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine

I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine

#red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fanfic #rdr2 kieran #rdr2 x reader #kieran duffy #kieran duffy rdr2 #kieran duffy x reader #fluff #lyric fic

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giggly-squiggily · 9 months ago

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Candy Heart Valentine Event 2024 Masterlist (M-Z)

Here's part two of the Candy Heart Valentine Event Masterlist! :D

Moriarty The Patriot

"Hey, do you like raspberries?" + "I haven't even touched you yet!" + "What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish!" (William x Reader)

"I know all your weaknesses!" (Lee!William, Ler!Sherlock)

"I know all your weaknesses!" (William x Reader)

My Hero Academia

"Hey could you...you know?" (Lee!Tokoyami, Dark Shadow, Ler!Tsu)

"Is this a bad spot?" + "Look how red you are! How cute!" (Lee!Aizawa, Ler!Mic)

"No way! I didn't know you were ticklish!" (Aizawa x Reader)

"Oh that is IT! Come here!" + "Is this a bad spot?" (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Dabi)

"Where are those giggles I love so much?" + "You like being tickled, don't you?" (Hawks x Reader)

"When's the last time you smiled?" + "Not there? What about here?" (Lee!Mirko, Ler!Hawks)

"You like being tickled, don't you?" (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Aizawa)

"You like being tickled, don't you?" + "What's so funny?" (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Bakugou)

Pokemon

"Brave thing to say for someone so ticklish." (Lee!Drayton, Ler!Kieran)

"Hey could you...you know?" + "Do you want me to tickle you?" (Lee!Morty, Ler!Eusine)

"Hey, do you like raspberries?" (Rika x Reader)

"Hey, what are you- give that back!" (Cilan x Platonic!Reader)

"I'm gonna get you!" + "Keep your arms up!" (Tulip x Reader)

"I know all your weaknesses!" (Arven x Reader)

"I know all your weaknesses" (Lee!Clavell, Ler!Cyrano)

"Look how red you are! How cute!" (Crispin x Reader)

"No way! I didn't know you were ticklish!" (Carmine x Reader)

"Oh? Is someone ticklish?" (Tulip x Reader)

"Oh, is someone ticklish?" + "Not there? What about here?" + "Is this a bad spot?" (Ingo x Reader)

"Oh that is IT! Come here!" + "I didn't know you were ticklish here!" + "What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish!" (Lee!Nemona, Ler!Iono)

"You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!" (Cilan x Reader)

"You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!" (Lee!Archie, ler!Maxie)

"What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish!" (Switches!Emmet, Ingo)

"What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish" (Lee!Archie, Ler!Maxie)

"When's the last time you smiled?" (Lee!Kieran, Ler!Drayton)

Sk8 The Infinity

"Keep your arms up!" + "No way! I didn't know you were ticklish!" (Lee!Karou, Ler!Kojiro)

"Where are those giggles I love so much?" + "When's the last time you smiled?" (Lee!Miya, Lers!Matchablossom)

"When's the last time you smiled?" + "I just want a hug!" + "What's so funny?" (Lee!Reki, Ler!Langa)

Spy x Family

"Oh that is IT! Come here!" + "I didn't know you were ticklish here!" (Franky x Reader)

Tokyo Revengers

"Hey, do you like raspberries?" (Lee!Hinata, Ler!Takemitchi)

"Hey what are you- give that back!" (Lee!Mikey, Ler!Draken)

"I haven't even touched you yet!" + "Oh that is IT! Come here!" + "Look how red you are! How cute!" (Lee!Baji, Ler!Draken)

"Not there? What about here?" (Lee!Chifuyu, Ler!Baji)

"Stop squirming!" (Lee!Chifuyu, Ler!Mitsuya)

"When's the last time you smiled?" (Lee!Takemitchi, Ler!Chifuyu)

"Where are those giggles I love so much?" + "Oh? Is someone ticklish?" (Mitsuya x Reader)

Toilet Bound Hanako-San

"What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish!" (Lee!Nene, Ler!Hanako)

Vinland Saga

"I know all your weaknesses (Lee!Askeladd, Ler!Bjorn)

Yu Yu Hakusho

"Don't stop? If you say so!" (Kurama x Reader)

"I could do this all day" + "Not there? How about here?" (Kurama x Reader)

"I just want a hug!" (Lee!Hiei, Lers!Kurama, Yusuke)

"Oh? Is someone ticklish?" (Kurama x Reader x Hiei)

"Oh that is IT! Come here!" (Hiei x Reader)

"When's the last time you smiled?" + "Do you want me to tickle you?" (Lee!Yusuke, Ler!Kuwabara)

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #masterlist #blog stuff

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gothicgender · 10 months ago

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Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.

Requests - open

Request rules :

I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.

The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.

I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.

I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.

I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.

I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !

Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !

Characters I will write for !

Hazbin hotel :

Chalie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Cherry Bomb

Rosie

The overlords (expect Valentino)

Lucifer

Lute

Adam (probably)

Mimzy (probably)

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

Ships I accept :

Charlie x Vaggie

Husk x Angel Dust

Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)

Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb

Carmila and Zestrial

Creepypasta :

Jeff the killer

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu

Bloody Painter

Ticci-Toby (probably)

Jason the toymaker

Candy Pop

Eyeless Jack

Hobo Heart

The puppeteer (maybe)

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Nathan the nobody

Jane the Killer

Nina the killer (both versions)

Rogue

Kate the chaser

Nurse Ann

Suicide Sadie

Judge Angels

Clockwork

Zero

Lulu

Laughing Jill

Nemesis

Ships I accept :

Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)

Kagekao x Suicide Sadie

Bloody Painter x Judge Angels

Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley

(other you can suggest)

Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :

Clawdeen Wolf

Draculaura Vike

Frankie Stein

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Ghoulia Yelps

Abby Bominable

Jinafire Long

Iris Clops

Operetta

Robecca Steam

Rochelle Goyle

Scarah Screams

Skelita Calaveras

Spectra Vondergeist

Toralei Stripe

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Twyla Boogeyman

Venus McFlytrap

Marisol Coxi

C.A. Cupid

Casta Fierce

Elissabat

Clawdia Wolf

Viperine Gorgon

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd Wolf

Heath Burns

Holt Hyde

Invisi Billie

Jackson Jekyll

Neighthan Rot

Garrot du Roque

Kieran Valentine

Manny Taur

Ships I accept :

Clawdeen x Draculaura

Clawd x Draculaura

Cleo x Deuce

Abby x Heath

Ghoulia x Sloman

Frankie x Jackson

Spectra x Porter

Rochelle x Garrot

Scarah x Billie

Iris x Manny

Harry Potter :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Alicia Spinnet

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

Dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Lee Jordan

Angelina Johnson

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Tom Riddle

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greenglass

Millicent Bulstrode

Cho Chang

Padma Patil

Luna Lovegood

Marietta Edgecombe

Penelope Clearwater

Michael Corner

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Cedric Diggory

Ships I accept :

Harry x Ginny

Ron x Hermione

Neville x Luna

Molly x Arthur Weasley

Bill x Fleur

Draco x Astoria

Angelina x Alicia

Teen Titans :

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Bumblebee

Blackfire

Terra

Madame Rogue

Chesire

Punk Rocket

Ships I accept :

Robin x Starfire

Raven x Beast Boy

Jinx x Kid Flash

This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.

#hazbin hotel #creepypasta #harry potter #monster high #teen titans #writing

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my-st0ff · 1 year ago

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Love and Paranoia

Chapter Two

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption

Pairing: Kieran Duffy x female reader

Chapter Song: Dress - Taylor Swift

You'd spoken what you know to be thoroughly with the stable master in Valentine. But to Kieran's ear, you two were blabbering and not getting down to the important things about buying a horse. You were just being friendly with a man you see fairly regularly. He seemed in high spirits this morning. Your orders were accurate. The only issue in this situation was Kieran's chronic nervousness / worrying - which you could see becoming exasperating.

"You just wait there, I'll go out back and see what I've got"

You smile and thank the man before taking a seat on a rickety wooden bench, brushing off a stray few pieces of hay before doing so. The barn smell infected every inch of the area.

You: "Sure is fresh smellin', huh?"

You smile in an attempt to dampen Kieran's disheartened thoughts and feelings.

Kieran: "Yeah, sure is"

He answers promptly in a tone that leaves you with slimmed eyes, wondering why the hell he didn't seem sarcastic.

You: "I was- you like the smell of horse shit?"

He sits silent for a moment.

Kieran: "I'm... used to it"

His voice pitches up in a reasoning tone. You can't help yourself from bursting into laughter.

You: "Oh, boy"

You chuckle. You calm yourself down a bit and peer over at Kieran again. He sat awkwardly smiling in an attempt to not let you notice how unfunny this really was to him.

You: "Hey, what's the matter wi'chu'?"

Your smile completely faded.

Kieran: "Nothin Mi- y/n"

You: "It's alright. Now your a free man, sort of"

You grumble at 'sort of'.

You: "You can go and have yourself a nice long soak in the lake, can't ya'? No more menuire smell"

You smile grimly in a teasing manner.

Kieran: "Oh, I don't know about that"

You: "Why?"

You shuffle in your seat to face him, who is sat beside you. You boot stomps on the ground when doing so, making Kieran jump ever so slightly.

Kieran: "I don't really feel like gettin' out all my bits in front of everyone"

He huffs in laughter.

You: "No, dummy. Someone'll take you a bit away from camp and so you can do it there. I'm sure. That's what everyone else does, heads off a bit and bathes in the lake. Other than Bill and Uncle, maybe"

You chuckle.

You: "You'd just have to be supervised is all, for obvious reasons"

Kieran hums in displeasure and grimices at the idea.

You: "Fine, whatever"

You brush away your moment of helpfullness and face forward once more to carry on waiting.

"Just getting some tacking and whatnot"

The stable master calls from the yard. You wait for a few moments longer, fairly peaceful until the trembling hands of Kieran enter your peripheral. You turn your head and blatenly stare at them. Kieran obviously notices.

Kieran: "Sorry, my hands are shaking from all of this silence and patience"

He huffs in laughter but speaks in an apologetic tone.

You: "You nervous?"

Kieran: "Yes, y/n"

You: "Well, I must say. I ain't never seen a grown man desperately waiting for anything like this... you really love horses, don't ya'"

Kieran: "I just-... what if he screws me over?"

He whispers, under the assumption that the stable master who was all the way across the barn from you both was going to be able to hear him.

You: "What? Christian? He'd never screw me over, you kiddin'?"

You answer with a volume that makes Kieran utterly uncomfortable.

Kieran: "I-"

He hesitates, whipping his head over to Christian, who is contently whispering as he gathers supplies. He then looked back into your eyes with deep brown and emotional ones. His eyes were always full of feeling. It was as if he felt every emotion more intensely than others.

Kieran: "Not us, he might screw me over. You saw the dirty looks he was giving me, surely"

You slap a hand down onto his knee in an attempt at compassion.

You: "He, now, I get it, kid. It's tough being different from everyone around ya'. Either for being a woman in a gang a' stinkin' men"

You smirk and laugh.

"Or for being... well... kind hearted"

You peer to the ground beside him for only a moment, gathering yourself after a small flutter of joy emerged in your core. One that carried realisation that Kieran Duffy was nothin' but nice.

"They key - you just gotta act confident. Be strongheaded, ya' know? Everyone thinks that they know us, but they don't know the first damn thing, kid"

Kieran: "All due respect, you make it look easy"

He lets out a sort of relieved huff of laughter.

You: "It ain't"

You add, finally reeling your arm back in and leaving it at your side. You face forward again. That's when Christian calls.

Christian: "You're lucky, few breeders tried to take this fella' off my hands a few days ago. He's got one hell of a coat, if you don't mind riding a pretty boy of the horse world"

He chuckles, bearing yellowed and chipped teeth. A tall and wide animal led beside him, one with a muscular build that still carried a healthy and warm amount of chub. This horse had a lightly coloured torso. This colour stopped abruptly at his cheeks and some spots of his legs, replaced by a golden brown. His eyes lay half-lidded. He was not aware of his magnificence and never would be... damn, maybe I'm starting to get why Kieran loves these stinkers so much. You ponder. Kieran peers over at you for some sort of permission. When you shoot him a look of reassurance, he approaches Christian and the horse.

Kieran: "Can I take him off your hands?"

He asks politely, and Christian passes him the reigns. Kieran brings the palm of his right hand to meet the horses forehead and softly rubs the spot.

You: "Wow, Christian. You sure?"

Christian: "Course, just if you by any chance have him breed with a mare, I'd love to take a look at those little golden eggs"

He grins.

You: "You got it, sir"

You give him a firm and dominant handshake.

Kieran: "Those markings are just amazin', really amazin'"

He pipes up, yet his focus remains on the horse.

Christian: "Sure are, you better take care of him, son"

He almost threatens.

Kieran: "Don't you worry one moment, sir, I'll give him the best life you could imagine"

You could hear the giddiness he was doing his very best to conceal in his voice. Resulting in one of the corners of your lips to curl upwards smugly. You felt quite... proud? Of yourself for bringing such bliss to your otherwise rather miserable tag-along. Once you had collected all the things you needed for Kieran's new friend (best friend by the looks of things as he couldn't keep his affectionate touches away from the gentle giant), you eventually made your way out of the stable. You stood outside the front of the desolate stables together, divided by the horse, who looked contented enough to stand still for the rest of the evening.

You: "Right, now now the hard part"

You explain, walking around the the front of the horse and giving him a nose scratch.

Kieran: "Namin' him?"

He smiles, and you respond with furrow brows. He feels inclined to awkwardly mumble "joke" with a grin. You take a deep breath before breaking the momentary silence.

You: "Well, go ahead"

You take a few steps back, pinching the bridge of your nose. You'd felt a little sweet towards Kieran for a moment back there but had now remembered yourself. Kieran strokes the forehead of his companion. He whispers something with compassion and then moves to the side of the horse. He puts a foot into the closest stirrup and then pats the horses back before moving onto the next step. He pushes himself up with support from the saddle and flips his other leg over, successfully slipping it into the stirrup with the trouble. Kieran laughs in relief whilst petting the mane.

You: "Alright, this ain't his first rodeo for sure"

You erase the distance between you and the horse, from where you had stood back just in case. You stroll over with one hand comfortably on your hip. You utilise the other grab ahold of Kieran's reigns. Without warning, you begin moving at a considerate pace out of town. The horse doesn't seem to mind, but your tag-along decides to make a fuss anyway.

Kieran: "Hey!"

You: "Yeah?"

Kieran: "Weren't ready"

He mumbles.

You: "What was that?"

Kieran: "Nothin'"

He sighs.

You: "Just bought you a whole horse, it better be nothin'"

You'd rode gently through the forests near Valentine for barely that long, and it already felt like hours to you.

You: "God damnit, Kieran. Are we even close to the herbs?"

Kieran: "Matter a' fact, just across that swamp"

You peer up at him from where he sits upon his relaxed and obedient horse to see him pointing forward. Distraught is the only way you could describe your reaction. You crouch to rest your elbows on your legs, face in hands.

You: "Let me up on your horse"

You speak into your hands.

Kieran: "Huh?"

Your head whips up at him. You exclaim your demand through grit teeth.

You: "Let me up on your horse!"

Kieran: "Oh, uh, course"

He shuffles up the saddle. Upon approaching the saddle, you see the horse antsy for the first time. Hooves trotting in place and grunting uncomfortably as your long leather jacket brushes his leg.

Kieran: "Ah, ah, ah"

He gives soothed scratches to the horses neck. Each time you try to get close enough to the horse to get up, he shuffles to the side, away from you.

You: "What's the matter with ya', boy?"

Agrovation evident in your voice.

Kieran: "I don't think he likes the feel a' the leather"

You: "The wha-, oh c'mon. Don't be silly, boy, it's a god damn jacket"

You speak directly the horse.

You: "Just do it swiftly, he won't even notice"

You reach an arm up and pace towards him.

Kieran: "I- I ain't sure, y/n"

You widen your eyes, communicating urgency as you get close. He lets down an arm for you to grab, but his expression is the epitimy of anxiety. And his hands are shaking from all this, again. The horse freezes completely for a moment when you manage to sit flat behind Kieran, your hands on his waist.

You: "Ha!"

You exclaim in proud excitement.

You: "See, kid, what did I tell-"

Your speech is cut short when you shuffle and your jacket falls completely over the horses' thigh like a blanket. The animals screeches like it's in physical pain before sprinting forwards only to panic so much more when it's ankles are fully enveloped in thick mud, sinking a few good centimetres into the swamp that now sat around you. It's legs then tensed as it used all of its might to kick itself up from the mud and water. This inevitably knocked you both off. Your body made an unpleasant slap when it slammed down into sinking mud.

You: "Ow"

You whined in defeat.

Kieran: "I told you"

You hear Kieran speak. His voice travelled through the wind as he lay in a similar position from quite a bit away. The horse had retreated to a patch of grass on the other end of the swamp, to make matter so much worse.

You: "You what?!"

Your voice strains to a shout.

Kieran: "I told you he didn't like the leather!"

You: "Don't you talk back to me!"

You manage to get yourself halfway to a stand before falling ass first back into brown and mossy green sludge. Kieran, who's sat on a harder section of still wet mud holding his lower back, couldn't help but let out a few genuine chuckles.

You: "Somethin' funny?!"

Kieran: "Sorry, oh my- sorry"

He pushes out between intensifying laughter.

You: "Oh, that's it!"

Kieran just could not bring himself to feel any bit threatened for once as you pulled yourself finally onto your feet and cautiously made your way to him. The quickest you could as your legs were inches deep instantly when you took each step. As you finally got to where he was and towered over him, he brought his hands up in surrender.

Kieran: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I mean it now c'mon"

A small smile paints his rosey cheeks. You sigh and extend an arm. He takes your offer just so that you can pull him halfway to your level and then chuck his body back into the wetter part of the mud you had just trudged through. The wobbly shriek he lets out immediately knocks the anger out of you. You burst into laughter, having to bend over and support yourself with your hands on your bent knees as you watch Kieran flail about in the mud, doing all he could to stand up without one successful attempt. His entire body was covered head to toe in brown slime by the time he'd gotten up, out of breath.

You: "Oh, god, that is so funny"

You wheeze as you make slow steps towards where the horse casually grazed across the whole obstacle. Kieran trotted his way quickly beside you as you walked past a pool of dark yellow water. You pat his back with unintentional hardness.

You: "I'm sorry, kid, I couldn't help it"

You giggle.

Kieran: "Me neither"

He mumbles.

You: "Huh?"

Before another word, you are flung with one hard push into the ickiest collection of water you'd ever seen. Luckily, it's shallow enough to prevent any struggle in making your way to the surface. When you do, you find Kieran crouched near the edge, looking down at your helpless self. A dynamic you never thought would see the light of day.

Kieran: "You alright?"

He chuckles. You glare up at him for a second before the angry pressure releases and your lips curl into the smallest smile.

You: "You're a real shit, y'know that?"

He bellows out in laughter before extending an arm. You pull yourself up just to discover the two of you are now matching, covered head to toe in mud. Some of his now quickly drying to chips of flat earth on his skin that would crack at movement.

You: "I hope you know this is our first and last ever trip into town after this shit. You want more clothes, ask John to take ya', or Dutch"

You tease.

Kieran: "I think I'd rather walk around with a leaf covering my crotch"

You knees struggle to bend correctly in the swamp to make your way to the dry(ish) land. Kieran quickly notices and brings an arm up under your arms so that he can support you and you him as you mirror his action. Usually, you would shrug off the help of others, but you could not stand the thought of falling another time. You eventually, with many groans and heavy breaths between the two of you, made it to grassed over dirt.

Kieran: "Here, boy! Hey, c'mere ya' big moron"

He calls out to his horse and awkwardly waddles in it's direction, squelching noises emitted from each step. You take this time to yank off each of your boots and tip the water along with a few clumps of dirt out onto the ground. You almost regretted doing so when the horrible cold dampness meets your socks upon sliding them back on. Soon enough, Kieran returns to you with an unbothered horse trailed behind him by the reigns. His half-lidded eyes as they were before, and his jaw moving up, down and side to side slowly and lazily as he grazed. Kieran fiddles with a satchel attached to the saddle before figuring our how to unclip it.

Kieran: "Right, they grow in little clusters"

He searches the perimeter with his gaze, then angles his head down to face his feet.

"Like this"

He adds, leaning over and bunching more than a dozen small thin stalks covered in light blue pearls of herb in his fist before yanking them out of the soft earth. You observe the plant, then take a look for yourself around where you stand, only to be met with not a single dash of blue among the emerald green of tall forest grass.

You: "Oh, c'mon, this is gonna be impossible"

Kieran raises his eyebrows, packing the satchel with the contents he had just acquired.

Kieran: "It ain't"

He extends his vowels.

Kieran: "I found some just now"

He attempts to convince you.

You: "That"

You point at the satchel.

"Was lucky"

A good quarter of an hour passed whilst you busted your back bending over to pick out blue plants. Kieran did the same. Though he enjoyed the simple task, you took a moment to stretch out each limb after filling the satchel a bit higher with a load that you had found. Whilst doing so, you observed Kieran, who had just now discovered a large deposit of herbs that collected around the base of a tall, thick royal tree. He plopped himself next to the group of herbs, and with crossed legs, he began to carefully pick out the healthiest ones. A look of bliss glazed over his eyes and his skin shon in the now retreating sun.

You: "Alright, time out for me"

You yell over. Kieran does not flinch nor cower. He nods with a small smile, only gracing you with a split second to look into his chocolate brown eyes illuminated to a honey colour by the sunshine before bringing his attentions back to the patch of pretty plants. You decide to take this time to make up with Kieran's horse. You approach the animal slowly, It only looking up at you for a moment before lazily dipping its head back to continue grazing.

You: "Hey, boy. What d'you say us two have a little chat?"

You speak quietly. Some of the hidden browns in the horses eyes that would be usually covered by a sooty colour shon through to the surface of his glimmering eyes.

You: "Yeah, your alright, ain't ya?"

You ask rhetorically before placing your right palm on his forehead and stroking down his long face. But when you reposition your hand to scratch his cheeks, part of your leather sleeve brushes his short, smooth fur - pulling a grunt out of him.

You: "Woah, you don't like the feeling of leather, huh?"

The horse whines softly as if he can understand you.

You: "Well, you're gonna have to get used to it, boy, you're my ride home"

Unexpectedly, Kieran speaks from beside you, you not even noticing his approach.

Kieran: "I'd just take it off if I were you, y/n"

You: "huh?"

You ask, a hand to your chest as you do your best to cover up being startled by his sudden presence. Kieran loads up the satchel with a massive bunch of herbs as he speaks.

Kieran: "Your jacket, just hold it on the way back"

An anxiety you hadn't experienced in longer than you remember stirs in your stomach.

You: "I'd rather not... he'll get used to it"

Kieran laughs softly.

Kieran: "That's what you said before"

He moves out his arms and looks down at his own body as an example as he speaks, caked in mud. You do the same.

Kieran: "Here, lemme' get it for ya'"

He says and moves behind your body, placing a hand on each one of your shoulders. You jolt away from his touch.

You: "I said I'm alright"

Kieran furrows his brows ever so slightly in confusion.

Kieran: "You alright, y/n?"

You: "I'm covered in mud. My boots are wet and cold, and my ass hurts from getting bucked. No, I ain't!:

Sounds of people are completely removed from the alive sounding environment you stand in for a few moments. Kieran's eyes dropping to the floor.

You: "Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- look let's just get home"

You say quickly and turn to the horse, who scurries to the side and grunts a little when you approach him. You take a deep breath, peer back at Kieran (who is looking over at you and his horse with utter silent concern), and then groan in frustration. Balling your fists and then bringing your hands up to your jacket to shimmy it off your shoulders and folding it in your arms. As you do this, Kieran watches the (fair/tanned/olive/sweet chocolate) skin of your arms, untouched by mud, reveal with every inch of leather removed. His eyes jump over all of the big and small scars that dotted themselves all up and down your arms. Your head peers over your shoulder at him, your eyes vulnerable. Unable to portray the annoyed feelings you were experiencing as they were overwhelmed by nerves.

You: "What?"

You attempt to speak bluntly, but your voice comes out a tender sound.

Kieran: "N-nothin'"

His eyes flick away from your body immediately. You chuck your jacket to Kieran, who catches it and re-folds it attentively after your botched job whilst you push yourself onto a farther back part of the saddle.

You: "I fought a bear"

You side-eye him with a tiny smirk, breaking the tension as he resisted to ask anything about your hundreds of marks. He huffs in laughter, and your smile grows bigger. He strolls over and hands you back your jacket before straddling his horse and grabbing ahold of the reigns. Your hands loosely and gently clasp around his waist. When he begins the horse to a trot, he peers down at your wrist discreetly, analysing one of the whiter scars going down the top side of your arm.

Kieran: "Don't tell me, that's why you never take that thing off?"

He asks light-heartedly.

Kieran: "You look so cool, I'd be showing that off!"

His heart fills with pride and content when he hears a small laugh erupt from behind him. A flutter fills him from his abdomen to his chest as he looks into the sunset you ride towards paired with the sound of your gentle laughter. The sensation was something he could not label, similar to excitement. Either way, he likes the feeling.

By the time you make it back to camp, your eyes lay half shut, and the moon lights your way. Nobody seemed to be up, and lights were out. You made your way to your tent as Kieran hitched his horse.

Kieran: "Hey, y/n!"

He calls across camp. Making you tense up and shoot him a look of agrovated shock. Kieran mouths 'sorry' before quickly bouncing over to you whilst you chuck your boots and jacket into your tent.

Kieran: "I thought of what ima' name him"

He speaks low.

You: "oh, yeah?"

Kieran: "Branwen"

He smiles, you shoot him a confused look.

You: "Certainly unique"

Kieran: "Alright, negative nancy, I'll have you know that name actually means-m-"

He trips over his words and then fully stops in his tracks before clearing his throat and turning around once you suddenly pulk your white tank top off and chuck it into your tent also.

You: "It means?"

Kieran: "Uhh-"

You: "You going for a soak or what?"

You put casually, pulling off your trousers now. Kieran stood completely stunned as he stared at the sky. He remains silent other than infrequent 'uh's.

You: "What's the matter with ya', boy?"

Kieran: "I'll leave you to your uhh river- bath- whatever"

He says and then takes quick desperate steps away from you.

You: "Your sleeping like that?"

The dry mud piled on his skin is causing itchy spots over his body, and he is fully unsure of what to do.

Kieran: "I, um, well no, well yeah. I'll go in the morning"

You: "Alright, but everyone'll be pretty busy, so it'll be John who has to take ya' away from camp for it"

Kieran pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a long, shakey inhale when the thought is forced into him of John 'gun to his head' Marston watching him bathe himself.

Kieran: "I think I will actually-"

He says but stops when he turns to see you'd silhouette already close to the lake, wrapping a blanket around your body.

Kieran gently places the ragged blanket he had around his bare body on the sandy shore that contained spots of grass poking through the grains. He walks his way into the water as cautiously as he can to not make a sound. Gripping his fists into balls as he prays you don't turn around and see his entirely naked figure. Luckily, you only noticed the disturbance to the surface of the water when he was half submerged, the water stopping just above his naval. You turn instinctively away from the view of the dark horizon and shoot Kieran a small smile. Your heart beats faster as it's suddenly an uncomfortable atmosphere. Your body is sunk deep enough to only be exposing your shoulders and collarbone.

You: "Sorry we ain't got no soap out here"

You huff in laughter.

Kieran: "I'm just glad to have fresh water on my skin"

He sounds genuinely relieved as he sinks down further, still a fair distance between you both. You submerge your head fully to bathe your scalp, only to bob back up in a different spot, a bit further from Kieran and with your back to him. You take a deep breath and start to run the water up and down your skin, doing your best to complete this proficiently as you usually do. Though you can feel Kieran's resisting stare like a tickle on your back. You turn back around in a casual movement and see Kieran washing himself in your peripheral, currently trying to get dirt out of the shell of his ears.

You: "God, you're a jackass"

You break the silence with a smug remark.

Kieran: "Huh?"

He smiles.

You: "This is all your fault"

You laugh, your sarcasm was being taken completely seriously.

Kieran: "What is?"

You: "Why we're both covered in swamp"

You laugh.

Kieran: "Shut up"

He bellows a genuine laugh as you, more comfortably now, approach closer to him.

Kieran: "You ain't funny"

You: "Then why you laughin'?"

You chuckle. Kieran laughs as he brings his head down into the water and scrubs his hair back and forth. When he comes back up, he keeps scratching at his scalp, looking frustrated as he can't get any of the mud to slide off of his locks.

Kieran: "God damnit"

He mutters.

You: "What is the goal here?"

You tease, washing the last bits of dirt out of your own hair.

Kieran: "This stuff is stubborn. It's Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try"

You: "Hey, don't just scratch your head, jesus"

You huff and come closer to Kieran. You raise your arms out of the water, revealing a tiny bit more of your skin as you bring one of your hands to his hair and gently run the fingers through whilst you use your other to cup collections of water in your hand and pour it over his hair. This is most likely the closest you'd ever been face to face with Kieran, his skin glimmered with millions of beads of pure light from the moon's reflection on the droplets of water. The water around you illuminated with the face of the moon also. It felt like the light was focused on just where the two of you stood. It was like an aura. You did all you could to not peak down at his glistening collarbone and neck and pay attention to his hair. A sigh of content unintentionally fell from his lips when your fingers gently massaged where some of the dirt sat at the base of his scalp. His head bowed and eyes shut, sort of in embarrassment. For the next minute, you both stood in comfortable silence and took in the noises of the drips and swishes each time you moved your arms.

You: "There you go"

You speak low, almost in a whisper. Kieran's tired eyelids separated to reveal the look of pure bliss he was portraying. In this moment, you wished for the artistic skills of Hosea just for tonight so you could capture his expression forever. View it whenever you like. God, now why the hell am I thinkin' like that. Pull yourself together, woman, you think. You bring a thumb to his cheek and push the pad of it across his face to wipe a remaining smudge of dirt.

Kieran: "Thanks, feels a lot better"

He smiles. You're only just noticing his height over you, the discreet dimples that form in the transition between expressions he makes, how his skin looked so soft to the touch and how licks of his hair popped out almost every time he moved. Your entire body stiffens in place when his hand brushes and then clasps your lower arm gently beneath the water.

Kieran: "You alright?"

His brows stitch in concern.

Kieran: "You look worried"

You: "I'm just fine"

You muster up a small smile. Your whispered voices and close warm bodies all contribute towards the ever building tension around the both of you. Kieran other hand is balled up in his best effort to keep holding back from you.

You: "Um, today was actually real fun, Kieran"

Kieran: "Yeah"

He smiles and huffs a small laugh from his nose.

You: "You tell Dutch I said that and I'll skin ya', ya' know that?"

Kieran laughs.

Kieran: "Very irresponsible of you to be running around with an O'Driscoll, y/n"

You laugh a little before clearing your throat and, in a sudden coming to your senses, back off from Kieran, his hand slipping from your arm.

You: "I'll see you tomorrow, don't get yourself into no more trouble"

You say as you wade towards the land.

Kieran: "y/n"

You: "yeah?"

Kieran: "You're very pr-... you're beautiful... don't worry about hiding those battle scars you got"

He speaks with genuine tenderness. You had stopped in your tracks, your back to him as you now stood with your full top half exposed, but you did not look at him nor say anything. You'd rather just acted out a single nod. He watched you emerge for a moment before looking away quickly when your entire body was touching the air. You wrapped yourself in your blanket and shivered as you made your way back to your tent.

You'd gotten a head start on the sun this morning, being up and dressed before it had a chance to bathe the camp fully. A few of the gang were up, but a lot were still snoring in their tents whilst you waited for your piping hot cup of brown to chill enough to be drinkable. A familiar sound of footsteps haunted you as you sat under a tree by yourself. You knew who it was just by the sound of wicked large spurs clunking.

"Well, g'mornin', honey"

You: "Mornin', Micah"

You spoke monotone, gripping onto the slim hope he would for once in his life get the hint and leave whoever he's boring the hell alone.

Micah: "Glad to see your all clean"

You look up from your cup, staring straight forward whilst Micah leans on the tree.

You: "Huh?"

Micah: "I'll tell you what I was sleepin' like a baby till' you two got back last night. And I woke up just in time for a show"

He chuckles, disgusting you to your core.

Micah: "Don't worry"

He waves his hand in front of his face.

"I let you two get your privacy, I ain't no creep"

Sure

"But I saw enough to be able to make demands"

You: "to what?"

You glare up at him.

Micah: "See, they know nothing about you two's little adventure in the lake"

He points discreetly at a group of camp members sitting at a table.

You: "Oh, hell, Micah, we didn't- it's not what it looked like"

Micah: "Well, I only know what I saw, and what I saw is too naked folk touching up on eachother, now what would you label that as, y/n?"

You: "Get outa' here"

Micah: "In that case... time for some harmless gossip with Dutch"

You: "Wait"

You demand in a low and vexed tone.

Micah: "Yes, sweetheart"

You: "What do you want?"

You ask through grit teeth.

Micah: "I want a go at ya'"

He grins.

You: "Oh, for the love of god, Micah. Your disgustin'"

Micah: "Now I wake up by your side tomorrow, and my lips might not be so loose"

You: "Forget it"

Your tone rough and spikey. Micah inhales slowly through his nose.

Micah: "Fine"

Your head flips back and forth as you do your best to resist watching him smugly walk over to the group he had pointed to, with a hand on his belt. Most of the expressions you're catching are not so bothered, but when your eyes land upon Ms. Grimshaw, the look of pure outrage is enough to make a grown woman shit herself. You know, for a fact, she is on her way to speak to Dutch the moment he leaves his tent.

In your best efforts to make yourself invisible, you fold your arms and hunch over as you scatter to your tent. Making yourself physically smaller and subconsciously mirroring how puny you felt inside.

"Y/n!"

You hear the all too familiar voice of your troubles say your name and everything just stops. Including you, mid stride.

"Y/n, can you help me with Puncher, he don't wanna eat these her-"

You: "I'm busy!"

You snap back across the space dividing you. Mindlessly gaining even more side glances than you were already dealing with. Your visions does almost a full 360° as quickly as you can, it does not take long to soak in all the stares. You pace urgently towards Kieran, closing the gap.

You: "Gimme' those"

You hiss, snatching the balled up herbs from his gentle, long fingers.

You: "Wha- get outta' here"

Your teeth are grit as you growl under your breath, your heart thumping extraordinarily as more and more time passes where you are in the company of your assumed secret.

Kieran: "Sum'n wrong, y/n?"

You: "As a matter a' fact, yeah. You're in my god damn way!"

Your hand strikes outwards, gesturing towards your horse hitched up by your tent.

Kieran: "Right"

He momentarily complies, standing aside. But his leaving y/n alone streak of 2 seconds is broken when he turns around and plods after you.

Kieran: "Did I do somethin' to upset you?"

His tender, concerned little voice leaves you having to take in an outstretched and stuttered inhale before confronting him before your tent.

You: "I can't have you followin' me around like no damn puppy. I helped you out. You did the same for me. You made your mark on me and my reputation, now beat it!"

Kieran does not look in any other direction other than forward, but his eyes somehow still convey a perfect portrait of lowness, mixed with confusion and self-deprication. It wasn't, it couldn't have been. But it sure as hell felt like the camp was dead silent for those few moments.

Kieran: "Sure thing"

He musters without a single wobble or crack and makes his way back to his duties swiftly. You watch his figure grow smaller and smaller for a moment as the distance increases, with balled fists and frustrated lines upon your forehea, but soon, catch yourself. You shoot a threatening glare at the few folks that had been an audience to your encounter so that they turned away promptly in some terribly put-together false claim that they were never looking in the first place.

You lower yourself with a grunt beneath your breath next to your horse. You glanced into Puncher's somehow knowing eyes with suspicion before presenting him with the herbs that he apparently refused to accept. The animal, who was starting to regain his strength already, immediately nuzzled his snout into the palm of your hand. You kept your hand there so that Puncher could take his time and enjoy the plants. It was quite the mission to acquire them after all.

You: "Atta' boy... not eatin', my ass"

You mumble.

You: "You just not like him or somethin'?"

You smile and lean in close when you ask, under your breath like he was going to gossip back.

You: "Nah, you'd trust a starved dog starin' at ya' thighs, wouldn't ya'? Ya' big, dumb sweetheart"

The sun was coming close to the stage of setting where it is at peak magnificence. Just like how we saw it last night, you smile, watching the clouds near the sun morph. 'nough of that, you reaffirm in your mind and take your spoon to your bowl of flavour-lacking stew. The log you sat on was bumpy, and the dinner you ate was mediocre. You envied the man your view had shifted to. Kieran brushed each horse so attentively, but none had received such an amount of cooing and smiles until he made his way to Branwen. Though he seemed happy enough, he'd exhaust himself if he still didn't eat, even now he had the option.

You: "Night, boys"

You send your fairwells to your company, Arthur and John. You covertly scooped up another bowls-worth of stew. Thank god stealth was a strong suit of yours, or Pierson would have your head on a spike.

You: "Eat"

You let out a flat word as you offer, rather force, a bowl of stew towards Kieran. Who you had made your way over to, to inevitably make him jump.

Kieran: "I ain't hungry, thanks"

You: "Yes you are"

You sigh.

You: "Don't you dare waste this now"

You scolded with raised eyebrows. Kieran takes the bowl and spoon from you, only to place it on a log beside him.

You: "Kid-"

Kieran: "I ain't gonna waste it, I just gotta finish up"

He doesn't make eye contact once as he speaks.

You: "Kieran, can we talk"

You place your hands on your hips, swallowing your pride. Though nobody in camp was facing the two of you, you were silently making the decision to embrace your new reputation as you did this.

Kieran: "Th-that's what I was hopin'"

He answers breath-ily, still brushing Branwen's back, but gracing you with glances as he does.

You: "Look, it's real rough being taken seriously as a woman in this trade sometimes and... and I... uh... I regret... I regret how I were with ya' earlier today"

The tiniest smile tints his cheeks.

Kieran: "You tryna say your sorry?"

You: "Uh... yeah, that"

You struggle. Kieran laughs at your now familiar and almost comforting stubborn nature.

Kieran: "It's quite alright. Maybe we can work on those outbursts together"

He seems so pleased with himself to be able to shoot jabs at you without the fear of you drawing on him or letting one of your burly friends know if you were feeling lazy. He seemed pleased upon the thought that he trusted you enough, and had somebody to joke with.

You: "Y'know what it'd probably do me some good, kid"

You roll your eyes.

You: "What's the matter now?"

The phrasing of your question is blunt, but your tone is gentle as you nod to his hands as they shake again.

Kieran: "I um... My hands shake, I can't explain this- it's just always happened to me. Since I was a boy, I suppose"

You: "Don't help you with your workin', I bet"

You notice him struggle to keep a firm and straight movement as he holds the horse brush to Branwen's side. You peer down at the other few brushes on the ground, biting your lip in debate before failing to resist and grabbing one in your left hand. You bring it up to a different spot of the broad animal's body. Right before you place it to his fur, you see your jacket sleeve below the hand you're using. You squeeze the wooden brush and then take a deep, long breath. In a swift movement, you drop the coat off of your shoulders and onto the dirt. You freeze in place after beginning to brush when you feel the caliced but warm palm of Kieran land on your bare shoulder.

Kieran: "Thank you, y/n... for everything"

Your eye contact is so deep for such a short note of speech.

You: "Y-yeah, no worries, kid"

Your breath hitched before and after your comment, quickly bringing yourself back to focusing on the horse in quite an awkward state.

You both silently milk the amount of time it takes to groom Branwen's short and not too unkempt coat so that you can watch the sunset as you do. Making off comments but mostly living in comfortable silence.

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silkfyre · 1 year ago

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W.I.D

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WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Polyamory

OTHER

Fancasts

Writing Tips

Script Creation

Character Building

CHARACTERS

HORROR

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

Ryan Erzahler

Travis Hackett

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael

Paul

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Halloween

Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews

Misty Quigley

Natalie Scatorccio

Shauna Sadecki

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

SCI-FI

The Boys

A-Train

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Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

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Mother's Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

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Conner

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Josh

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Luther

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North

Ralph

Rk600 (Sixty)

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Simon

Fallout

Fallout 4

Deacon

John Hancock

Nick Valentine

Paladin Danse

Piper Shaw

Preston Garvey

Robert MacCready

Fallout (series)

Aspirant Dane

Chet

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Knight Maximus

Lucy MacClean

Norm MacLean

Alien vs Predator

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Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Eugene Porter

James Cameron’s Avatar

Eetu

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

Miles Quaritch

Nor

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

SUPERNATURAL

TVD Verse

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Elijah Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Kol Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

FANTASY

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunín

Dammon

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Karlach Cliffgate

Lae’zel

Raphael

Rolan

Shadowheart

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

REALISM

Red Dead Redemption II

Albert Mason

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Dutch Van Der Linde

Flaco Hernández

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Kieran Duffy

Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

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Grand Theft Auto

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Outer Banks

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Sarah Cameron

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allzelemonz · 2 years ago

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Clothes: Kieran Duffy X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘son’ and ‘mister’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: Dutch is questionable, arguing with Dutch, Dutch is a dad, standing up for Kieran, love confession, budding relationship, very fluffy Kieran Duffy Summary: You’re fed up with the way the gang treats Kieran, so you do something about it.

The man has been tied to a tree for a long time now. He gets water on a rare occasion, but hardly ever food. He’s been wearing the same clothes the whole time too. When he came back with John he wasn’t tied to the tree again and now he’s attempting to contribute to camp. He gets food and water regularly now, but he’s still in the same clothes.

“Hey, Kieran.” You say, standing by the tree line.

He looks up from the saddle on his knee. “Hey, Mister.”

“You wanna go into town with me?”

“Into town?” He asks, glancing at Dutch’s tent.

“Don’t worry about Dutch, you wanna go or not?”

He looks down for a minute, thinking. “You, uh, you sure Dutch won’t be mad, Mister?”

“If he is, he’ll be mad at me.” You say. “Come on.”

Kieran carefully puts the saddle away and joins you by the path. You mount your horses and ride into town without much incident despite the recent O’Driscoll sightings. You lead Kieran down the road and hitch in front of the saloon. A few townspeople say hello, recognising you from your few trips into Valentine.

“Here.” You say, tossing Kieran a coin. “Go to the hotel, get a bath.”

Kieran looks from you to the coin. “Ya don’t have ta do that, Mister.”

“I do. Because if I have to hear Miss Grimshaw talk about the other men in camp smelling I will throw myself off of the cliff.” You say.

“Oh.” Kieran looks away from you.

“You deserve a little relaxation after all that captivity.” You say, giving him a sympathetic smile. “I’m not paying for anyone else, the others can go in the river for all I care.”

“Well, I, uh,” Kieran takes a breath, collecting his thoughts. “Thanks, Mister.”

You turn to your saddle bag and pull out a stack of clothes. “Take these too.”

Kieran takes them from you. “Are ya sure? I don’t want ya spendin’ all yer money on me.”

“I didn’t spend any, I’ve had those for years.”

Kieran’s face goes a little red. “You’re-you’re givin’ me yer clothes?”

“You need them, I don’t.” You wave him off. “Go on, I’ll be here.”

You leave Kieran by the horses and go into the saloon. From the window you see him walk to the hotel and disappear inside. You take a table by the door and order some food for you and Kieran. You know Dutch will likely be upset when you get back, but Miss Grimshaw will be happy that one less of the men smells like horses so it’s a decently even trade. Your loyalty may be questioned, Bill and Sean will certainly think so, but Kieran’s a good guy. Even for a former O’Driscoll.

You can see Kieran through the window as he leaves the hotel. Your clothes don’t look too bad on him. He enters and sees you so he sits across the table. You point to the plate in front of him.

He shakes his head. “I told ya, I don’t want ya spendin’ all yer money on me.”

“You think this is all my money?” You chuckle. “As annoying as Micah is, he picks good jobs. I robbed a stage with him yesterday, I got money to spare.”

“You sure, Mister?” Kieran asks, looking down at the food.

“It’s already paid for, Kieran. Eat.”

“Thank you.” He says, meeting your eyes.

You nod with a small smile and he starts to eat. Compared to the constant stew from Pearson, you know how good saloon food can be. You relax in your chair as Kieran eats, having already finished yours while he was at the hotel.

“Anyone talk to you about a tent yet?” You ask as Kieran finishes his last bite.

He shakes his head. “You’ve already done enough, Mister. Ya don’t need ta-”

“So no.” You cut him off. “I’ll talk to Dutch then.”

“Really, Mister, you’ve done enough.” Kieran says. “I appreciate it, but ya don’t gotta do all this for me.”

“I want to.” You say, sitting up in your chair to look at Kieran.

“Why?” He asks. “Everybody else around here still calls me an O’Driscoll!”

“I’ve met O’Driscolls.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “You’re not an O’Driscoll.”

“You mind mentionin’ that ta Dutch?”

“I do, almost on a daily basis.”

“Ya do?”

You nod. “It’s mostly Sean that says it, I think he does it to annoy me now.”

Kieran smiles to himself. You correcting people is one thing, but the fact that it annoys you when they call him an O’Driscoll is a whole other, much more meaningful, thing.

“Let’s get back so I can face Dutch’s long winded speech.” You say, standing.

Kieran follows you. His mind is on a lot of different things now. He’s wearing your clothes, you took him into town and bought him food and a bath, you’re going to talk to Dutch so he doesn’t have to. He thinks about this for the whole ride back to camp. You’re too nice to him and he can’t wipe the smile from his face, even as he hitches his horse next to yours.

“And where, may I ask, have you been?” Dutch asks, his hands on his hips as he stands halfway between you and his tent.

“Town.” You answer simply.

“With the O’Driscoll boy?”

“I was watching him, he didn’t do anything wrong.”

Dutch sighs. “And if he had gone running to those O’Driscolls we’ve seen all over town?”

“He didn’t.” You say, looking over the forming crowd. “It’s not a big deal, Dutch.”

“It is, son.” He shakes his head. “You have no idea how big of a deal it is.”

You sigh. “Let’s talk then, Dutch. You tell me what makes it such a big deal.”

“Sure, son.” Dutch gestures to his tent. “Come on in.”

Never before has Dutch been terrifying to you, but now he seems like a monster hiding in plain sight. Some of the traits you’ve heard about the infamous Colm, you’re starting to see in Dutch. The members of the gang watch as you go into Dutch’s tent and he drops the covers. Kieran’s heart is nearly beating out of his chest as he makes himself go back to work.

“I know you care for the boy, son, but I can’t risk him running off to Colm.” Dutch says, handing you a cup of tea that you know Hosea brewed earlier.

“He has nothing but respect for everyone here, he’s thankful for you getting him out of there, Dutch.”

He shakes his head. “I just can’t let him run around with O’Driscolls about.”

“Wherever he goes, I will go with him.” You say. “I have no problem babysitting him, Dutch. If that’s what you really think is necessary.”

Dutch sighs, tapping his finger on his cup of tea. “I can’t lose a good man like you on these jobs we have planned.”

“You won’t.” You say, putting your cup down. “He’s fine while he’s in camp, right?”

“I just don’t know, son.”

“I’m not asking for you to tell him all your plans and let him run off into the sunset, Dutch!” You say, frustration starting to set in. “I just think you could treat him a little more like a person.”

“I let that boy, that O’Driscoll, live. I think that is plenty.”

“You and I both know he’s not a real O’Driscoll.” You sigh. “You want loyalty, Dutch? Make him feel like you’re someone worth being loyal to.”

Dutch stares at you, his eyes settling on the implied accusation you’ve put in the air.

You sigh. “You brought all of us in and gave us a home. You are a father to half of us, a brother to the rest. Why not Kieran?”

Dutch shakes his head. “I understand your frustration, son.”

“I don’t think you do.” You lean back in your chair. “Would you be like this if I used to work for Colm? If Charles did? Lenny? Sean?”

“That ain’t fair, son.”

“It is.” You say. “You keep calling me son, Dutch. Can you act like you mean it and trust me on this?”

Dutch’s eyes are on the ground. His hands clutch his cup and you know you’ve hit something. It could be a nerve and he might yell or it could be a heart string and he’ll have some sympathy. If there is one thing the man cares about, it’s his found family.

“I will watch him. He can stay with me and if he does anything O’Driscoll related I will kill him myself.” You say, voice low to let Dutch know you want peace out of this.

He’s still for a minute, then he nods slowly. “Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Fine. But he is to stay with you at all times, son.” He says. “Unless you are out making money for the camp, you need to keep your eye on him.”

You nod, a smile coming to your face. “I got it. I will, Dutch. I promise.”

A smile comes to Dutch’s face too. “One more thing.”

“What?”

“Tell the boy how ya feel.” He says, relaxing in his chair. “I have a bet with Hosea I would like to win.”

You chuckle. “Of course you do.”

“And do it by the day after tomorrow.” Dutch stands to open up the tent again. “Otherwise I lose. You know how I feel about losing, son.”

“Got it.” You nod.

You walk from Dutch’s tent, resisting the urge to punch Bill as he glares in your direction. Kieran is brushing Silver Dollar, half focused because he notices you right away. He holds the brush with both hands, stepping away from the horse.

“Are you alright, Mister?” He asks.

“I’m fine, Kieran.” You sigh. “Dutch says you can leave camp as long as I’m with you and you can stay with me in my tent.”

“H-He did?”

“With some convincing.” You nod.

“Ya didn’t have ta do that.”

“Stop saying that, Kieran.” You sigh. “I wanted to.”

“Why, Mister?”

Kieran has a little hope in his heart. Just a little bit of hope that you’re not just doing this out of good morals.

“I’m sweet on you.” You say with a breath that feels like a hundred pounds off of your chest. “Or, I, uh, I hope to be. I guess.”

Kieran can’t breathe for a minute. “Ya are?”

You nod. “I mean, I don’t think all that we’ve done is right to do to anybody, but I also just like you, Kieran.”

He smiles, looking down at the ground. “Dutch really said I can stay with ya?”

“He said I have to keep an eye on you.” You nod.

Both of you have dumb smiles on your faces that you try to hide for no particular reason.

“Keep an eye on me?”

You laugh. “It’s getting dark, come on.”

Kieran sets his brush down and follows you slowly across camp to your tent. With the sun setting you turn on the lantern and let Kieran look around. Your tent isn’t that big, just enough that it shows your seniority as one of Dutch’s better guns.

“I, uh, I can get another bedroll from Miss Grimshaw.” You say, looking down at yours. “I’m sure she has a few extras.”

“I think she’s asleep.” Kieran says, taking his hat and holding it to mess with. “We, um, I don’t mind sharin’ with ya.”

Your dumb smile turns into a grin and you dip your head to hide it.

“I mean, if ya want to.” Kieran says, his hands tightening their grip on his hat.

“I-I, uh, I do.”

“Good.” Kieran smiles. “I, uh, I never said, but I’m sweet on ya too.”

“I’d hope so.”

Kieran smiles, his heart beating fast again as you take his hand in yours. You pull lightly, leading him over to the bedroll. You sit, Kieran following you.

“I have to go on a job with Javier in the morning.” You say,letting his hand go. “Sorry if I wake you up, it’ll be early.”

Kieran nods. “I don’t mind.”

You nod, looking everywhere but his face.

“Ya wanna go ta sleep?” Kieran asks.

You chuckle. “We gonna do this every night?”

Kieran laughs along. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, Kieran.” You smile, laying down. “To me, at least.”

Kieran lays down next to you, a small gap of space between you. You turn on your side, making room for him on the small bedroll and he moves carefully closer.

“Ya sure about all this?” He asks.

You sigh. “Very.”

You rest an arm on top of Kieran, careful not to trap him in case he wants to back away. He doesn’t, he returns an arm around you and closes the gap between you. You lean your forehead against his and close your eyes, falling asleep quickly after the emotional exhaustion of the day. Kieran watches you for a moment, as you drift off, before following you himself.

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sednonamoris · 1 year ago

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blood of the covenant

Pairing: John Marston x gn!reader

Summary: Arthur and Abigail make a promise. You and John have a chance to find out what that means for you, if you’re brave enough.

Warnings: Christian religious imagery/blasphemy, strong language, canon-typical substance use and abuse, mild fluff

Word count: 2,432

A/N: Chapter 20, and what a milestone she is!! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as me - it was an absolute joy to write 🥰

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The threat of Pinkertons so close to camp has everyone on edge, especially since the law found you as quickly as it did in Scarlett Meadows. Everyone but Dutch, it seems. You and Arthur both agree that you should’ve moved camp by now, but you haven’t, and life must go on, so the robbing and killing has hardly stopped on that account.

Camp life is business as usual.

Ms. Grimshaw watches over all, holding the girls to a punishing standard. Dutch schemes. Hosea worries. The boys terrorize Valentine’s saloons and homesteads and lonely dirt roads. Pearson takes every opportunity to talk about his Navy days over a daily pot of stew filled with game that Charles brings in. Reverend Swanson oscillates between fits of passion and pain and morphine melancholy. Uncle can be found propped up napping anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes you stick a boot in his ribs as you pass just to make sure he’s still alive.

John, for his part, is consumed entirely by his sheep rustling scheme. He splits his days between Emerald Ranch and Valentine’s stockyards, which is probably for the best because Arthur and Abigail haven’t been shy about playing happy family with Jack. It’s like the tentative truce forged after the train job between brothers is all Arthur needed to open the cracked shell of his heart fully. The way he looks at Abigail - the way she looks at him - tugs at heartstrings you’d thought long-severed. Mrs. Adler watches them from the edge of camp with a wistful look in her burnt-barn eyes, mouth caught between a smile and a snarl. Even Kieran stutters out a comment about how sweet they seem when he’s sure Arthur won’t hear.

Trusting in how peaceful— how happy things have been is hard, but you can’t say you miss the tension and misery from before. It’s… nice. It feels nice.

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You’re more surprised than you should be when Arthur and Abigail come up to you, eyes bright and cheeks flushed and looking so strikingly young, to tell you they’re getting married. In town. Today.

“We just need a witness,” Arthur says. The asking is implied.

“Can’t you take Mary-Beth? She loves this sort of thing,” you try to deflect, caught between joy and discomfort. “I doubt there’s a church they’d let me in, even.”

It’s not that you aren’t happy for them - you’re thrilled. But to actually go with them and sign documents and make things official in the eyes of the law and the God you’re on such bad terms with? It feels like a lot. It feels a little like a betrayal, still. Your eyes search for some kind of comfort in John’s figure across camp, but it’s in vain. If anything, it reminds you how precarious this joy is. How a selfish part of you wishes to lay claim to more of it.

“We want it to be you,” Abigail smiles.

You shouldn’t.

But her eyes are pleading. You start to wilt under the happiness and hope that shines through them like the sun. “Please, Ghost.”

You’re not sure how anyone’s ever said no to her, the way she blinks up through her lashes and grasps your hand in hers and smiles so sweet. And Arthur is no better. It’s hard to remember a time he’s been so happy. So hopeful. The broadness of his frame has taken on a boyish lightness that wasn’t there even when he was a boy.

Shit.

“Fine,” you finally relent. “I guess I know the Reverend in town.”

The relief and excitement on their faces is almost worth the knot of nerves in your stomach.

—

“My friend!” Reverend Hampton calls out when he spies your approach.

You make to shake his hand but he pulls you in for a hug instead. You return it awkwardly and flash a bashful grin. “Reverend, these are my good friends, Arthur and Abigail. They’d… Well, they’d like to be married today. Can you help us?”

His smile, broad and warm and maybe even a little smug, is all the answer you need.

While he procures the necessary documents the three of you fidget near the altar in an otherwise empty church. Muted rays of midday sun fight their way past cloud cover to reflect greens and reds and golds through stained glass. It paints the French blue of Abigail’s finest dress mosaic, like she’s some kind of Mother Mary that walked right out of a window pane. She alternates between clutching the bouquet of wildflowers that Tilly helped Jack pick to her chest and beaming up at Arthur. He stands stiffly opposite her in a suit that doesn’t quite fit, itching at the collar. His returning smiles are a crooked and genuine show of teeth, like he still can’t believe he made it this far. Like his body has a hard time accommodating happiness this size. He’s spent so long in self-inflicted loneliness.

Maybe you have, too.

All four of you cry and laugh in equal measure when the vows are exchanged. Forever recited back in different shades of blue. Arthur places the ring on Abigail’s finger so delicately it makes your heart ache. He kisses her just as tender, just as careful. You look away and wipe at your tears. The Reverend pronounces them man and wife. Arthur prints his name on the marriage certificate afterwards in careful, elegant script. You both smile encouragingly when Abigail signs her X on the line beside it.

Yours fits just off to the side. You have to stop yourself from signing Ghost.

“You know,” Arthur says to the Reverend as you all turn to leave, “we know a Reverend. He ain’t nothin’ like you.”

Reverend Hampton’s expression manages to be both serene and amused. “Every Shepherd has his flock. I am honored to have been trusted with his today.”

You snort. “Figures you’d say somethin’ like that.”

Arthur and Abigail go on ahead to the wagon hand in hand. It’s impossible to miss, decked out as it is in the tinsel and bells Mary-Beth scrounged up to make it appropriately romantic. You linger a moment longer at the chapel’s threshold with the Reverend.

“Thank you for this,” you say. Your eyes trace the joy on your dear friends’ faces. “Feels like I’m always in your debt.”

“Nonsense, my child. I am in yours. You have brought life and love here - that’s all an old man could wish for. But please,” he says, and turns to squeeze your hands in his, “do not squander this chance at your own happiness.”

You tuck your chin and stare at your boots while embarrassment burns from your chest to your cheeks. “I’ll try.”

He smiles. “That’s all we can ever do in this life. Go in peace.”

—

You drive the wagon home to the sound of hoofbeats and tinkling bells and laughter and love. It starts raining along the way, light and clean. Lances of sunlight beam through the clouds.

—

“Mr. Morgan,” Dutch greets, a shine in his dark eyes. “Mrs. Morgan. We sure are glad to have you back.”

Jack runs up past everyone with shrieking laughter. “You’re so pretty, Momma!”

And she is. A vision in blue, swept up in Arthur’s embrace. He carries her down from the wagon just to hear her laugh.

The girls coo over the ring on her finger while the boys shake Arthur by the shoulder with grins wide enough to swallow him whole. Choruses of that ring is so pretty and you finally grew some balls and I bet the church was nice inside and can’t believe you squeezed into that suit and won’t you spin for us form that familiar symphony of family you’ve come to count on all these years.

John lingers on the periphery of it all, but he makes a point of stepping forward and shaking Arthur’s hand before the dancing starts. He reaches for Abigail’s hands and murmurs something close to congratulations.

“Thank you, John,” Abigail says through shining tears. A little sad. A little overjoyed. A little relieved, even.

Arthur can’t find the right words, but his eyes say it all for him.

“Sure,” John grimaces a smile, “sure. You two… be well. Really.”

They whisk away to the sound of music crackling from Dutch’s gramophone, leaving him beside you with a half-broke heart. John shakes his head at the silent question posed by the tilt of your head, so you settle on the edge of the celebration to watch them whirl in ¾ time. They’re given time enough for a few twirls and dips all their own before the others start to join in.

The rain hasn’t let up. But sometimes it’s good to dance in the rain, and it’s not so damp yet that you can’t light a cigarette. You inhale deep and sigh out smoke before passing it to John without a word. He always ends up bumming off you anyway.

“Was it nice?” he asks through smoke-filled lungs. His gaze never strays from the happy couple.

“Yeah,” you say, then huff half of a laugh. “Made me cry.”

He eyes you without turning away from the dancing. “Really?”

“Really. That goddamn Reverend always gets me… weepy and shit.”

“Easy with the blasphemy, there.” A smile ghosts across his face.

“Or what? I’ll be struck down by lightning?” you scoff. “Be doin’ me a favor. Then I won’t have to listen to you ask about things you don’t wanna know.”

“Shut up,” he says, but he’s smiling now. It’s one of the real ones - one of the rare ones - that goes a little lopsided and softens the sharp flint of his eyes. You’re unreasonably proud of yourself for it.

He turns to face you, now, hesitant. Something about the way he looks at you makes you shift in place. “What?”

“Do you…” he starts awkwardly, clears his throat. Holds out a hand. “Will you dance with me?”

You look at his hand, then at him. It’s hard to hide your smile, so you give up trying. “Long as you don’t step on my feet.”

“Can’t promise that,” he laughs an awkward little laugh as he takes your hand and leads you into the fray.

The song playing now isn’t quite as upbeat, so the tempo is a little easier on his two left feet. You let him lead through the simpler steps and take charge when he falters through the more difficult sequences. It’s a perfect give and take. He even manages not to squash your toes.

“I know this ain’t an easy thing,” you say lowly, so only he can hear you over the music. “Can I ask how you’re feeling now?”

He sighs. “I feel… I don’t know. Fine, I guess. I reckon Abigail was right about—” he cuts himself off there and swallows. His cheeks stain red past the rain. He can’t look you in the eye.

“Right about what?”

“Nothin’. Me and her not bein’ right.”

The song ends, so he spins you out one last time and then you face one another with a bow before melding back into the edge of things. He grabs a beer for each of you from a nearby crate. There’s more there, something you know you’re missing, but you don’t press. Feels like you never do. Instead you clink your bottle to his drink to new beginnings. To things working out the way they’re meant to.

—

The rain clears up just before the sun sets and paints the sky in dewey blues and golds past the few lavender clouds that remain. Silk dresses and wedding bands. Songbird wings and sunshine. Happiness. Hope.

—

Arthur is busy being newly married and tying up loose ends for Strauss, so when the time comes just a few days later John brings you in on his sheep scheme instead. It’s a simple enough thing to scare off the ranchers and take over their wooly charges. You’ve done a bit of farm work here and there, and Moonshine has a real knack for it. Old Boy is less interested in the sheep, but John does a decent job for a man without any real experience.

You run them into Valentine with little trouble.

Trouble comes instead from the foreman at the stockyard who eyes the both of you, scarred and mean, with suspicion. You guess you can’t blame him.

“Fine sheep,” John says. He’s awful proud of himself.

The man shrugs. “They’re alright.”

“You got much better?” you say, but you already know where this is headed.

“I got plenty with less… ambiguity about their provenance.” He makes a point of eyeing your beat up clothes and unconcealed weapons.

“Those are real fancy words, mister. Not sure I take your meaning.”

He doesn’t smile. “I’ll make it simple, then. You give me twenty-five percent kick back and I don’t say nothin’ to nobody.”

“The fuck do you think I look like?” you snarl, stepping up in his face. A scam is a fine idea, but getting scammed yourself? You don’t take kindly to that.

He doesn’t flinch. “I think you look like a low-down criminal, and I know folk swing for rustlin’ ‘round these parts. Twenty-five percent. I won’t say it again.”

You open your mouth to argue but John grabs your shoulder to pull you back and steps forward in your place. “Fifteen.”

“Twenty.”

They haggle back and forth while you stew in your discontent and glare at the other hands until they finally shake on eighteen. You shake as well with a look that could kill, but don’t say another word until you and John make it back to the horses hitched a little ways away.

“Eighteen? Really?”

“Like you could do better. I mean what were you gonna do? Beat him? Kill him? Then what?”

You scoff, but it’s hard to argue his point. “Fine. I guess it’s better than nothin’.”

“You’re damn right it is. This worked out, relax.” He mounts up. “Dutch wanted me to meet him and Arthur at the saloon. I’ll see you at camp?”

“Sure,” you say. “Try not to get so drunk you can’t find your way back. It’s only noon.”

He laughs. “I’ll try. It’s been that kind of week.”

It sure has.

You ride back at an easy lope on a loose rein, enjoying the day and the lightness in your chest that’s been there since the wedding. A bad deal on good sheep feels like nothing at all compared to that. Nothing at all.

By the time the gunfire sounds, you’re too far away to hear it.

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