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Always and Forever

Summary: You and Charles have a long history together. Will he finally come home to you?

A long, smutty, angsty Charles Leclerc imagine.

You had known Charles since the two of you were kids. You families we close friends, so naturally your childhood meant being around Charles a lot. From a very young age you knew you had a crush on Charles, who wouldn't? Your families had always been aware of yours' and Charles' blossoming relationship, but Charles always gently shut down the thought of you getting together, using the excuse that he was older than you (only by 2 years). You had remained close friends, and when Charles started traveling more and more due to F1, you also became close friends with his brother Arthur. Arthur had always known you craved Charles more than you let on, more than anyone else in the family. He was always the one to comfort you whenever Charles had shut you down, or whenever you saw a new girl on Charles' arms in every country he visited.

When you were 22, and Charles was 24, thriving in his career, things changed between the 2 of you.

The Leclerc family had invited you and yours to their house for the annual Christmas dinner. It was a lavish dinner with the fanciest foods and the most expensive wines. You made sure to dress as sexy as you could, hoping to make an impression on the one you love. Yes, you can easily say you are in love with Charles. You opted for a satin white dress that hugged all your curves in the right places. Your heels were a high as the sky. Your hair was curled and pinned in a way that made you look stunning and your makeup was simple yet beautiful. You know you looked like a million bucks. To give you a boost of confidence, you decided to forego any panties or a bra. You boobs held the dress perfectly, and you couldn't wait to see Charles' reaction. You were no more the young Y/N, too young for him. You were now a beautiful woman, ready to take her step into the world.

As you entered the Leclerc residence in the heart of Monaco, your eyes quickly searched for him. You hadn't seen him for 6 months, him busy with F1, and you had started a new internship that was in Nice.

You heard him before you saw him, but before you could react and even look around for him, someone pulled you and whisked you away to a quiet place.

'Arthur, what are you doing' you whispered.

Arthur looked at you with sad eyes, he looked scared to even say anything.

After a few seconds of raising your brows at him, he finally started -

'Y/N, maybe we should just ditch the party and go out somewhere. We can have a nice dinner and then hit up a club with some friends.'

Confused, you questioned him again. 'why would we do that? Your parents are throwing an amazing party so why would we just up and leave to go someplace else?'

'It's...it's..-' he stammered. 'Charles. He's here with a girl. Alex.'

Your heart started to heat faster. You didn't know what to make of that. You certainly weren't prepared to see another girl on Charles' arms tonight. Not when you haven't even spoken to him for a few months, and not when you made an effort to get noticed by him, only for him not even give you a second glace.

'That doesn't mean its ok for us to leave the party. Your mum would be very upset with us' you said.

Arthur continued to look at you with a worried face.

'I'll be okay' you lied.

He simply nodded his head and took your hand, leading you back to the living room where everyone was mingling.

As soon as you entered the room you eyes found his. He flashed you his signature smile, dimples showing, eyes crinkling. You felt your heart start to beat faster. Maybe you should have taken Arthur's offer to leave. You felt him squeeze you hand, to let you know he was there for you. And you were grateful for that.

Charles and who you assumed to be Alex, made their way over to where you were standing. 'Y/N' Charles sweetly said, kissing both your cheeks and pulling you into a hug. Your body felt frozen, out of place. This was your Charles, your friend first and foremost, yet you felt like you were meeting him for the first time. 'Charles, how are you?' you managed to smile. 'All well. Oh, this is Alex by the way' he said, looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the room. He wasn't wrong. She was beautiful. So beautiful in fact. Her slim figure wore a lovely dress and her long hair looked so soft. You managed another smile. 'It's lovely to meet you.' Charles turned to you 'and this is Y/N, one of my first best friends.' Alex kissed both your cheeks in greeting.

You spent the rest of of the evening mingling with different people. Family members of the Leclercs, friends, when finally Joris, a very good friend of both you and Charles found his way to you. 'All okay?' He asked.

'Yep, all good. Actually getting a bit tired. I have an early drive back to Nice tomorrow to fetch some of my stuff. My internship is over so I'll be back in Monaco for a while'

'That's great. It will be nice to have to back. I miss our catchups' he smiled.

Hearing him say that made you think of the memories you had growing up alongside him and Charles. You always had the best time with them. Only now you couldn't imagine making yourself available to tag alone with them, especially with Alex at Charles' side.

'I need some air,' you croaked out and walked away.

You made your way to the back garden, desperate for some fresh air to breathe. It felt like you were holding your breath the whole evening.

As soon as you stepped outside you immediately regretted it. There was Charles. With this tongue down Alexs' throat. Hand up her dress. You wanted to be sick. This was one thing you could have gone without seeing tonight. It all happened in a matter of seconds. You hoped they didn't hear your heals clanking on the bricks. But they did. Charles' eyes immediately widened at seeing you.

'Y/N' he smiled and let go of Alex. ' I was hoping we could spend some time together. I'd love for you Alex to get to know each other better.'

What was he playing at? He knew you had a 'crush' on him, so why the fuck would he want you and his girlfriend to be friends.

'Oh, sorry for interrupting, I was just one my way out' you muttered, hoping he would shut up and leave you. You started making a beeline for your car, when he ran after you.

'Y/N what is this. You hardly talk to me for months, you somewhat ignore me all evening, and then you don't even attempt to get to know Alex better.'

By now you were fuming. You were hurt for sure, but angry.

'I have a busy life too, you know. You're busy traveling around the world, but I'm not sat here waiting to message or call you every second of the day. You could have tried to contact me too. But it all makes sense now. Alex is keeping you even busier that you can't even check up on a friend or congratulate her for graduating and getting an internship.'

'Oh yeah, it all comes down to Alex.' He scoffed. What? That was what he took away from your whole rant?

'Why can't you just be happy for me that I found someone and I'm in love?'

You felt tears start to sting you eyes.

He continued 'At least i can keep a partner and not have them cheat on me'

That was a dagger to you heart. He knew how broken you were when your ex cheated on you, then broke up with you, as if you had done something wrong. Arthur was away at the time, so it was Charles who comforted you. To have him throw those words to you, you didn't know who he was anymore.

'I need to go' you whispered as you walked past him to your car and drove off.

It was so surprise that you struggled to sleep that night. Arthur had texted, asking where you disappeared to. You told him you wanted to get enough sleep before your drive to Nice tomorrow.

You thought back at the night. It definitely didn't go the way you thought it would. But more so you were disappointed in the way Charles was towards you. Where was the boy who made you laugh, who showed you an endless amount of respect, who gave you flutters of hope every time he smiled at you. Today he only broke your little heart.

As you were deep in thought, your phone lit up and the noise of a new message. Your heart skipped a beat at the name that popped up

'CLC'

'Y/N, i apologize for my behavior tonight. You did not deserve all those things I said to you. I hope you find it in you to forgive me.'

Just as you finished reading that text, another one popped up:

'And i wish I told you in person - you looked absolutely beautiful tonight....goodnight..x'

You heart skipped a heat at reading that and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

'Thank you, Charles. Goodnight' was all you said back to him.

A few months had passed since that night. Charles was back to his traveling, and you'd exchanged a few texts here and there, and even Face-timed once after he won a race.

One Friday night in, alone at your house in Monaco, when your phone rang with an unknown caller ID.

'Hello?'

'Y/N.' You would recognize that voice anywhere

'Charles' you smiled. 'Are you ok? Why didn't you call me from your number?'

'I uh..forgot my phone at home. Yours was the only number i remembered. I'm out at a nightclub..I wondered if you are able to come and fetch me? I really need to talk to you.'

'Of course I'll come fetch you, but is everything ok?' you panicked. But secretly felt happy that he only remembered your number.

'Everything will be better when you're here' he said into the phone.

Not 15 minutes later and you were pulling into the nightclub he was at. You saw him sitting at the curb, surprised he wasn't with any friends or anyone. As you parked, you got out the car and made your way to him.

'Charles are you ok? Why are you sitting here alone? Have you been drinking?'

He smiled 'very little, can i drive?' he stood up and took the car keys from your hand. You followed him and sat in the passengers seat.

He started the car and backed out onto the street, you noticed he was going in the direction of his house.

The car ride was silent, until you started 'Hey, what's going on?'

He looked at you. His eyes bore into yours.

'Alex and I broke up'

Oh. Oh you weren't expecting that.

'Oh, im so sorry to hear that, Charles.' To be honest, you weren't sorry.

'I'm not' he said.

You didn't really know what to say back. It was silent for few more minutes until he started again:

'Breaking up with her made me realize something'

You looked to him, waiting for him to continue.

'It's you'

Wait what? What did he just say? What's 'you'?

'Y/N, I'm sorry. I've dragged you along for too long. Given you hope. False hope. Even though I was lying to myself. I've always had feelings for you. You're always going to be my annoying little best friend, but I couldn't help falling for you.'

I'm sorry, are you hearing this right? Charles is telling you he...likes you? What? You had no words, you weren't sure if you could even voice a word right now. So you stayed silent.

He parked the car at his apartment basement and turned his body towards you.

'I know this is a lot to take in right now. But i needed you to know. I've wanted to tell you since last summer, but never had the guts to. Too scared to hear you tell me you've moved on from me. But i cant hold it in anymore. I really really like you Y/N.'

You were shocked. All you could do was smile but then a doubt crept into your mind.

'if you've felt like this since summer, why did you start dating Alex for the most part of the year?' you asked. It just wasn't adding up for you.

He sighed. 'I started dating her to try and forget about you. I couldn't bring myself to tell you how i feel and be shut down by you, so i thought finding someone else was the solution. I tried to distance myself from you.'

You didn't know what to say. Charles took you hand and kissed your knuckles.

'I still want to be with you Charles. I don't think there will be a time where i don't want to be with you.' you smiled at him.

The pair of you quickly made your way to the elevator to get up to the apartment. Everything was happening quickly. Too quickly even. But you both were so caught up with everything that was said.

The two of you stepped into the elevator. Standing close together, but before the door could even close, Charles had pushed you against the wall. His lips ghosting over yours.

'Can I?' he asked.

You couldn't form a coherent thought or word to say. You simply nodded.

His lips crashed into yours. They were soft and plump, and tasted even more delicious than you ever imagined them to be. (and yes, you imagined what they would taste like....a lot). You both smiled into the kiss. It very quickly got heated. The both of you battling for dominance. In the end, Charles won, as you opened up your mouth to him. You felt him suck on your bottom lip, before his tongue slid into your mouth, and explored you as if there was gold to find. Eventually he pulled back when the elevator dinged. You smiled at each other and walked rather quickly to his door.

As soon as the door was shut behind you, Charles scooped you up and carried you to his bedroom. He lowered you to his bed and began peeling his shirt off. All you could do was stare. Sure you had seem him shirtless before, but this was a whole new ballgame. Charles was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. But he also wore a smirk, that had you wrapped around his little finger.

You took that as a new found confidence, and slowly shimmied out of your dress, completely forgetting you were alone at home before he called, and you weren't wearing any underwear.

Charles' eyes widened and you gasped, but quickly his eyes darkened, and all you could see was lust. Lust for you.

He pulled you flush against himself 'so fucking beautiful, i don't know why i waited this long to see you like this'

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his words. The two of you started kissing again. A dirty, sloppy kiss with teeth and tongues clashing. He moved down to your neck and very quickly found your sweet spot. That earned him the sexiest moan from you. 'Fuck' he muttered. He gently laid you down on his mattress and opened your legs up. You should have felt conscious, him staring into your most private parts, but you didn't. If anything, you felted so turned on. You'd dreamt about moments like this. To have your Charles look at your like this.

He started kissing a path up your thighs. Too slow for your liking. He was teasing you, and you both knew it. You moaned 'Charles please' and he smirked. He very quickly realized he would never tire of hearing you beg for him.

Suddenly without warning, his tongue licked a strip up your cunt. You were speechless, you couldn't even breathe properly. In no time he found your clit, sucking and pulling at it with this mouth, earning more and more moans from you. This is what you call eating your girl out. He was a professional. If it were an Olympic sport, he would win gold. Double gold even. The feeling was incredible. The noises in the room were obscene. All it took was a few minutes until you came crashing down. Charles made sure to lick up all of your warm juices, leaving nothing behind.

'So delicious Mon amour'

The nickname made your heart flutter. You grabbed his hair gentle and bought his face up to yours to kiss him. You could still taste your saltiness in his mouth. While kissing, you felt his fingers find your pussy. He slowly started rubbing circles on your clit. He kept getting close to your entrance, then moved his fingers further away. You gave him a groan 'Charles' you said breathlessly. ''What do you want Y/N.' He was smirking again.

He continued his movements, but still didn't give you what you wanted. You continued to groan, getting so worked up. 'You need to tell me what you want Y/N' Fuck this man is going to be the end of you, and is he really making you beg after making you wait practically your whole life for this day?

'Finger Charles, use your fingers, fuck'

And without a second thought the thrust two fingers at once. You both moaned in unison. You at the incredible feeling of his fingers hitting the right spots, him at the how tight you were.

You came a second and third time. Breathless, yet still needing more. You needed to feel him. In your mouth and in your cunt.

You slowly pushed him onto his back and climbed onto of him.

He took your boobs into his hands and started massaging them and pinching your pebbled nipples. 'Fuck Charles' you said as you felt him bring his lips closer and quickly take your one nipple into his mouth while he still played with the other. Once he had enough time with your boobs, you shimmied you way down his body and peeled off his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, smacking his stomach. He looked so painfully hard. But oh so beautiful.

'My turn to taste you' you cooed. Charles flashes you his signature smile with his dimples. 'You don't have to-' 'I want to' you interrupted him.

You took him in your hands. No surprise he was thick. And long. And there was a vein at the side that made everything that much hotter. What Charles did next sent a jolt of electricity to your core. He bent forward and let his spit dangle from his mouth down to his dick. If you weren't horny before, you definitely were now. You'd never seen anything hotter in your 24 and a half years on earth. 'Fuck me' you muttered. 'Well, that is the plan' he replied.

You lowered you mouth to take his cock inside it. Obviously, you couldn't fit all of him in, so your hand took care of the rest. You slowly licked a stripe up his shaft and suck the tip of him into your mouth. His pre-cum was already so delicious, you couldn't wait to get more.

'Hmm' you looked up to see his eyes roll to the back of his head, as he pulled your hair out of your face and held it behind your head.

'Fuck Y/N, you take me so well. You're fucking amazing at this' he muttered as you started to bob your head up and down, gagging slightly as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

'Fuck, im close Y/N'

'Come for me Charles, let go for me' and with that you tasted him. Salty and warm, and oh so delicious.

He bought you up to sit on his lap again, kissing you again for what felt like hours. Until he heard his phone ringing. Whining, you climbed off him so he could take the call. It was Arthur, you heard him speak in french 'Charles? Do you know where Y/N is? I've tried calling and texting her but she's not answering.' 'Charles had to keep a giggle in. I saw her at the club earlier, she said she was spending the night at her friends.' They're probably already sleeping, they got quite drunk' he said while sending you a wink. 'Ah okay' said Arthur, 'I wanted to invite her for Charlottes' birthday lunch tomorrow, you're coming right? It will just be the 4 of us and Enzo.' Yes, we''l be there...I mean..I'll be there' Charles said holding in a laugh. 'Great, see you tomorrow' Arthur said as he ended the call.

'How am i going to be in the same room as you and keep my hands to myself?' Charles said quickly. You could only laugh as he pulled you back into his lap, resuming his activities of kissing you as deep as he could.

You started to grind on him, and when you heard a string of french words leave him mouth, you finally, finally lifted yourself up and sank down on him. It felt like you were made for each other. He filled you so perfectly. You mind went blank, all you could think about was your Charles, finally coming home to you. He started meeting you halfway, lifting himself up and thrusting into you, as hard as he could. The room was filled more obscene noises, pants, breath, moans and swear words from the both of you. 'M close, Charles' you managed to say.

He quickly found your clit with his fingers and within seconds you came for a 4th time in one night. Your bundle of nerves were so sensitive, but you still couldn't get enough of him.

He slid out of you and switched positions. This time you were on all fours, and he slammed into you with no warning. 'Fuck, so tight, so fucking tight me ma belle' he panted.

'Charles, i'm close' you muttered, surprised your 5th orgasm was rolling around so quickly.

'Wait for me cherie' he said as he fucked harder and harder into you. By know you legs were shaking, and he had to hold you upright to balance you. You could feel his hot breath on your neck and in unison, you both came undone.

You both stayed in that position for a while, catching your breaths, until he slowly slid out of you causing the two of you to let out a groan. He quickly ran to his bathroom and came back with a warm cloth and wiped you down, leaving you feather kisses all over.

When he returned again, he climbed into the bed beside you can pulled you to his side. 'I know everything is happening rather quickly, but Y/N i want you to know i am serious about you. I've known you for a very long time and every single part of your being, inside and out, is incredible. I love you.'

You eyes started tearing up upon hearing that. You've wanted to hear those words since you found out what a 'crush' is or what 'feelings' are. You snuggled closer to him and kissed his nose. 'I love you too Charlie.' You fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning you woke up slightly confused with where you were. Until the memories came crashing down. You tried to hide your smile before turning around in the strong arms that were around you. He was still asleep, slightly snoring. He looked as beautiful as ever, and you couldn’t believe he was yours. You took in his appearance. He had a soft smile, dimples peaking out, a good tan and the hottest jawline ever. You quickly pecked his nose as he started shuffling. His eyes flew open and within a second those dimples came to life. He gave you the biggest boyish grin and pulled you impossibly closer.

‘Good morning mom amour’ he whispered.

‘Good morning my love’

‘We’ve got lunch with the family today, care to join?’ He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You threw him a genuine smile, secretly hoping more days like this would come.

Instead of saying anything, you kissed him. Hard and deep, and he kissed you back. He rolled onto you and removed your (his) tshirt.

Charles started meddling with your boobs, pinching your nipples and earning a moan from you.

‘I’ll never get tired of hearing that my love. It’s so fucking sexy’

To hear him say than in his raspy morning voice turned you on even more. Yes, you definitely were sensitive from last night, but you craved so much more.

Before you could continue, an idea popped into Charles’ head. He suddenly stopped his movements and swiftly removed himself from on top of you, got up and walked to the bathroom, stripping his boxers on the way. Shocked, you looked on. What is he doing you thought. He popped his head out a few seconds later.

‘Coming? Or non’.

You’ve never got out of bed faster than right now.

He had the shower turned on and once the water was nice and hot, you both stepped in. He started to shampoo your silky hair, massaging you, earning moans from you. You did the same to him in return. Suddenly your back hit the cold tiles and Charles knelt down in front of you, opening your legs. You held onto his hair, knowing what was coming. Only it wasn’t what you expected. You thought his mouth would be on you. But he angled the shower head to your most sensitive parts. You gasped as you felt the water spray on your clit. Charles gave you his signature smirk before adding his tongue, AND FINGERS to the mix.

You mind could form no coherent thoughts. You could barely hold your body up. Luckily Charles and his strong arms held you in place. He soon placed the shower head back in place and added two more fingers to you.

‘Y/N you look so fucking hot right now. Definitely a sight for sore eyes’

All you could do was nod.

As Charles felt you getting close, he stood up and replaced his fingers with his painfully hard cock. The stretch was a bit of a sting at first, but when he started pumping in and out of you, the pleasure made it all worth it. He was fucking into you harder than you’d ever had it before.

‘Fuck, Charles’ was all you could say. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’

He smiled, ‘I am fucking you mon amour. You’re taking me so well. So tight and needy for my thick dick’ he muttered, almost to himself.

Within minutes your legs were shaking and your warm cum released from you. You wanted to taste him again, so as soon as you knew he was close, you made him slide out of you and you got on your knees. Taking him as deep into your mouth as you could. Pumping what you couldn’t fit with your hands, and massaging his balls. No sooner than I minute later you could taste his deliciousness and he moaned and praised you for your activities.

You stood up and kissed him again. You could kiss him forever, as you felt his hands massaging your ass.

‘Charles I really am sore now, no more sex for a loooong while’ you said.

He laughed ‘as if. Let’s see who breaks first’

‘Is that a challenge? Let’s see who can’t keep their hands off the other at lunch later’ you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

‘Deal' he said with a smirk.

You needed to go home to change since it was already 11.30 and the lunch was for 12.15. You'd decided with Charles that he would drive the pair of you to the lunch. And if anyone raises eyebrows at the fact you came together, he would say you talked about it at the club last night.

You opted for mini summer dress that ended just above your knees, and paired it with a pair of wedges. Charles wore a simple white cotton button up and some shorts - it was just a casual lunch, nothing fancy.

As he parked the car at the restaurant, he turned to you and stopped your movements of getting out of the car. The next thing you felt were his lips on yours surely leaving a bruise. It was hard and rough, his tongue exploring your mouth once again.

Breathlessly, you both pulled away, smiling at each other.

'Just needed something to keep me going through lunch, since i can't even touch you, and until i get you back home to ruin you all over again' he said.

You felt your cheeks get red and you heart beat faster. Not knowing what you say, you smiled and sent him a wink, before climbing out of his pista.

Walking up to the table, everyone's eyes was on the two of you.

'Did you guys come together?' Lorezno asked.

'Yep,' you said, looking at Charles who had his shades on, the sneaky bugger.

'We saw each other at the club last night and decided to come together' he said back.

'Okay, Y/N, where have you been? You hair looks like its just been through a room full of fans' Arthur said, showing you a smirk. He knew something fishy was going on.

'Oh i had the window down in the pista, thats it' you said back.

Of course the only two chairs that were left were next to eachother, which meant the lunch would be 10x more difficult for you to keep your hands away from him.

'Happy Birthday Charlotte', you said kissing her cheeks and gifting her a stunning bouquet of flowers. 'I hope Enzo is spoiling you today,' you said sending a wink to Enzo.

So far the lunch was going well. Everyone was in conversation with each other and it was nice to catch up with Charlotte after a long time. The food and drinks were flowing nicely.

Nicely, until you felt somebody's hand creep up your legs, almost touching your most sensitive parts. You jumped in surprise, and started coughing, having to blame your wine go down the wrong hole. As you settled down again, it came back. This time you had to keep your blush at bay, and you sent Charles a pleading look. All he did was smirk at you, before removing his hand.

Two can play at the game you thought, as you sneakily bought you hand to rest on his bulge, feeling his dick grow hard as rock under your touch. He could barely even concentrate on what Arthur was saying, let alone engage in the conversation.

When he was sure no one was looking, he bought his lips to your ear and said 'behave, mon amour, or you'll be sorry later'

Just the thought of later caused you to squeeze your thighs shut together to release the ache between them.

'We're thinking of taking the yacht out after lunch, to watch the sunset. Care to join?' Enzo said looking at you and Charles.

You wanted to say no. To say you had someplace else to be. But they would surely notice Charles missing as well.

'Of course' you replied, while Charles gave you an annoyed look.

Some time later, all of you were out on the yacht. It was a beautiful day to be out on the waters, and you were glad you decided to come. Although you also wish you were tucked away in yours' or Charles' apartment with him inside you. Thinking about that only turned you on, and for the past 30 minutes you were having difficulty focusing on anything other than Charles and his fingers and his tongue and his dick.

A few more friends had joined your group, and Charles was currently sitting opposite you, sending what you could only describe as heart eyes in you direction. You tried to tell him to stop, but he wouldn't.

The sun was set and the sky was getting darker. Some were in the water enjoying the coolness of the water while others were just lounging around.

You decided you need some air, so you went to the other side of the boat and climbed to the bottom of the steps where the boat met the water, and dunked your feet in. It was nice and relaxing, until someone decided to join you.

'Having fun? Or would you rather be fucking' he smirked at you.

'Oh my god Charles' you whispered. 'You cant say things like that out loud. And get away from here. Its hard not being able to jump you as it is'

'Relax, amour. Everyone is in the water on the other side of the boat' he said as he slowly got into the water himself, and settled between you legs.

The last 24 hours had honestly been a dream Everything you've ever wanted had come true and you couldn't be happier.

'Are you ok, love?' Charles asked as he caught you deep in thought.

All you could do was smile and lean forward, bringing your lips to his.

It was a gentle kiss. Not heated like before. Just a gentle embrace between two people who love each other.

'i love you'' he whispered

'I love you too, my Charlie'

Things quickly took a turn as he started to slide your bikini bottoms down from under your dress.

Before you could process what was happening or worry about the others, you felt Charles gently push into you. To say the feeling was incredible was an understand.

'Fuck, mon cherie' he whispered. 'You feel so good' he said as he started to set a faster pace. You braced yourself, holding onto his shoulders, playing with his hair, moaning into his ear. Trying to be as quiet as you could.

Nothing was gentle anymore. Charles was slamming into you. Fucking into your cunt. Hitting all the right places.

'Charles' you moaned. 'I'm close'. 'Let go princess, but be quiet, unless you want the others to find me fucking you here' he whispered, smiling at you.

'Fuck' was all you could say. You were incredibly sore but you couldn't get enough at the same time.

Within minutes you reached your peak. It was so intense that you couldn't hold yourself together. Charles literally had to carry you into the water, to support you, as well as chase his own high.

'Merde' he gasped as you finally felt him splutter into you.

'You are so amazing, I cant get enough of you' he whispered as he peppered your face in open-mouthed kisses.

You could hear some voices getting closer to where the two of you were, so you quickly separated yourself from Charles and sat back on the step.

'Oooooh, whats going on here?' Arthur and Charlotte said as the approached you and Charles.

'Nothing, just chilling' you said, although your feet were inside of Charles shorts, playing with his willy, but the others' couldn't see that

Arthur gave you raised eyebrows. 'ooookay, well we are heading back now, just wanted to let you know. As he turned on his heel and pulled a confused Charlotte behind him.

'He so knows we're fucking. He knows me too well. And he knows you' you told Charles as he started getting out of the water.

He suddenly gave you a shocked look.

'What?' you almost jumped up because of the way he was looking at you.

'I took your bikini bottoms off of you and i think i let them go in the water' he said, barely holding in his laughter.

'Oh my god Charles, im wearing an almost see-through dress, and that was my favorite bikini' you said pouting.

'I'll buy you a new one amour. and wrap my towel around you. Whatever is under that dress is only to be seen by me, no one else' he said as he helped you on your feet and guided you back towards where the others were.

'Need a ride home?' Arthur asked you quietly. You felt your cheeks heating up. How could you say no without giving away the fact that your were fucking his brother?

'Um-' you started, but Charles quickly interrupted you.

'Y/N, do you still need me to take a look at the thing wrong with your car?'

Life saver.

'Yes please, if you don't mind.'

You looked at Arthur. All he did was smile and mutter 'okay'

'Thanks for the save''' you giggled to Charles as you both got settled in his pista again.

'No problem, babes'

You made a face. You weren't used to being called babes, or babe, especially by Charles, so to hear him say that made you wet. So wet. As if you've had a dry spell for the last 24 hours.

There was a sudden shift in the mood on the way back to your apartment.

'What's got you thinking so hard' you asked as you observed Charles.

He smiled a gentle smile. 'I know everything is happening really quickly, and I wouldn't change it for the world.. But i've realised i dont want to be away from you. At all times. I know that sounds crazy, because i travel so much, and although i would love for you to join me at every race, I can't expect you to leave home and work all the time. Don't get me wrong, i would gladly have you with me 24/7 if it’s something you wanted’ he paused. You waited for him to continue.

He looked at your with eyes that held so much love ‘join me for the triple header.’

You kept silent, rewarding him with a smile.

‘We just got together, and I don’t think I can go 3 whole weeks without seeing you’ he whispered.

‘Charles, I’d love to’ you gushed. Leaning forward and pecking his cheek as he showed you a full dimpled smile.

‘Mom amour’ he said softly, almost to himself.

Two days later (and A LOT of sex later) you and Charles were on a private plane to Austin. Arthur had joined you as well. You nor Charles had told him anything, just the shit-eating grin he had told you both that he knew everything.

As Charles had drifted off to sleep on the long flight, Arthur came to sit next to you.

‘Y/N, I am so happy that you finally got what you wanted. I don’t know how it happened’ he made a face ‘nor do I want to know’ he winked ‘but I’m happy. For the both of you.’ He spoke in French.

‘Thank you Arthur, and thank you for always standing by me. I appreciate you’ you said as your hugged him.

You’d arrived in Austin the day before media activities were to take place. Charles told you he wanted to take you out for an ‘Official first date’ in his words.

He wouldn’t tell you where he was talking you - all he said was ‘dress smart, as you always do’.

This time, you opted for a midi black dress that had a sexy slit on the side. You paired it with a stunning pair of black heels and decided on an up-do for your hair.

As Charles waited for you in the living room of your suite, he nearly choked on his breathe upon seeing you.

‘You know, maybe we should skip dinner. Just go straight to dessert’ he cussed in French as he approached you.

‘Charles! No. I’m very hungry and you owe me a ‘date’’ you told him.

‘Fine, but I might get arrested for public indecency’ he scoffed behind you as your closed your hotel door.

Of course, he rented a Ferrari for your time in Austin. As you settled in the car, his left hand graced your thigh the whole way to the restaurant. He tried, but failed, to get his fingers to enter your lacy panties.

Dinner was amazing. He really picked well. You chatted about everything and nothing at the same time.

Just as your were finishing actual dessert, an idea popped into your head. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You don’t know where the confidence came from, you quickly removed your panties and scrunched them up in your hand. You topped up on your lipstick, and walked back to Charles with some swagger. He smiled as he saw you approach him. You held out your hand as he opened his to take what you were giving him.

When he checked what you gave him, his eyes widened in surprise.

‘Merde’ he muttered. You quickly noticed he was very ansty from then on. Mission accomplished, you thought to yourself.

Needless to say, Charles couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel. He fucked you in the car. Or rather- he made you ride him. It’s safe to say it was the hottest sex the two of you had had til today. The way his dick filled you up was no joke, especially with the limited space to move around. You were flush against him. Your nipple was in his mouth. His fingers were playing your clit. You were pulling his hair, surely leaving marks on his neck. It was hot. You moaned in unison as you came while he still slammed his thick cock into you. A few seconds later ‘fuck Y/N I’m cuming’

You stayed in your positions as you both caught your breathe. Gently kissing each other. Just as your lifted yourself up to let Charles pull out, he ordered you to open your mouth.

‘Open your pretty mouth Cherie’ he whispered. But not softly. It was harsh. You did as you were told, as Charles let his spit dangle from his mouth down into yours. The things this man comes up with. He is incredible.

Back at the hotel, you came a second, third and fourth time. This time though, not only from his cock, but from his tongue, fingers and wait for it-the shower head combo again.

Austin was an amazing race for Charles, and so was Mexico. It all came down to Brazil.

As you entered the paddock with Charles (not as a couple, yet) you couldn’t help but feel excited.

That quickly changed as you both entered the Ferrari garage and saw a familiar face. One you hoped you wouldn’t see so soon. You froze next to Charles, as you felt his face keep switching between you and the woman before you. She came up to you both and hugged him. But what caused you to shiver was the way her fingers ruffled through his hair. And he let her. You just looked at he both of them. It was like he forgot you were right beside him or something.

‘Y/N’ he started but before he could continue, you walked away. You needed some air. What is his ex doing here. Why did he let her touch him like that.

You walked through the paddock until you found a secluded area that hardly had any people. You sat down and tried to calm your breathing.

Maybe you read the whole situation. Maybe he was playing a game with you. But at the same time, he told you he loved you.

You stayed away for the remainder of the day. Charles and Arthur had called you multiple times but you told them you just need space as you returned to the hotel.

Quality was a disaster for Charles. He was started P10 for the race. You didn’t want to add to his problems because you knew he would be beating himself up for doing so bad, but at the same time your life and relationship was no joke.

He walked into your room around 7pm to find you sitting on the couch staring at the tv. He could tell you had being crying.

‘Y/N, please let me explain. What you saw was nothing. I don’t even know why or how she even was there. I guess I didn’t pull away because I was just as shocked as you were. But please believe me there is absolutely nothing going on between us. The last time I spoke to her was two weeks before we got together. I love you and only you. No-one can tell you otherwise’ he said as he sat next to you and took your hand into his.

You felt him wipe away a few tears you didn’t know were even falling.

He took your face in your hands and gentle caressed it.

‘I’m sorry if I over-reacted, but it was so hard to see the two of your together again. You sobbed into him and he hugged you.

‘And I’m sorry I caused you more stress, for not doing well in quail’

‘Whatever’ he said. ‘You will always be first’ he kissed your forehead.

Tonight was the first night since you got together that you hadn’t had some sexual activities with Charles. You just cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next few weeks went in a blur. Things were good with Charles, and before you knew it, it was time for the Leclerc's annual Christmas party again.

As you walked into their house hand in hand, you couldn't help but think back to a year ago. You were still pining over Charles, and he was pining over someone else. But that was then. This time, you were still pining for him, but he was yours, and finally, he was actually pining for you.

He took you up to his childhood bedroom before attacking your lips with his.

'Char,' you tried to say but he quickly swallowed your words by sticking his tongue down your throat.

'Shhhh, lets just be in the moment,' he said as he started to unzip your dress from the back.

You shimmied out of it while he got rid of his own clothes. He was not surprised to find out without any underwear.

'My girl' he smiled as he carried you to his bed and gently laid you down.

He opened your legs to find you like Niagra Falls. Juices already spilling out of you.

Confused, he looked at you.

'Are you already this wet, for me?'

'I'm always wet for you Char, you just found out sooner rather than later tonight'

He flashed you his dimpled-smile.

'I love you, and your juice, baby'

You didn't have time to say it back. He attacked your pussy with his lips. Licking and sucking, eventually sinking two fingers.

'Oh Charles, yes' you panted as you grabbed onto his bed sheets , trying to suppress your moans so no-one would hear what the two of you were up to. He continued his slaughter until you were practically shaking and whimpering underneath him.

'Fuck me' was all you could say as he bought his lips up to yours, pulling you in for a messy kiss. Cum and spit certainty ruining your makeup.

'That's the plan, amour' he said as you rolled him over so now your ass was sitting his obnoxiously large dick. You made out with him some more until you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to feel him in you.

You didn't even take off his pants or boxers properly - you practically pulled his dick out and wasting to time, you sank down on him.

Groaning in unison, Charles sat up and moved the two of you to the end of the bed. His mouth latched onto your boobs while he met up halfway to fuck into you. Once again, the room was filled with obscene sounds - bodies slamming into each other. Juices squeezes between the two of you, Charles' mouth sucking on your nipples, you panting and trying to catch a breath, moaning, and a splutter of french curses leaving his mouth.

Just as you were reaching you high, both your bodies' froze.

''Charles,' his mother knocked on his door. 'Are you inside?' she asked.

As much as you wanted , no needed, to moan, you couldn't hold back a giggle into Charles' neck.

'Yes maman, I'll be down just now' he tried, hoping she would leave.

But of course, she didn't.

'I really need to talk to you, I'm coming in' he said, oblivious to the fact that her son was fucking into his childhood friend-now girlfriend- like there was no tomorrow.

'NO! maman' but it was too late.

She walked in, to find you sat on her childs' lap, boobs in his face, while Charles looked at her with wide eyes. You, you couldn't find the courage to look back at her, so you simply hid your face in Charles' neck.

The room was silent for two seconds until Pascale finally came to terms to what she walked in on'.

'Oh my god, Charles, OH MY GOD Ý/N' she shut her eyes. 'I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything' she all but screamed, while Charles was still in pure shock, neither of you comprehending what was happening.

'Oh wow, I've waited for this day for so long. Oh no, not like that. I mean I've waited for the two of you to FINALLY accept your love for one another.' You and Charles both stayed silent. What is happening right now?

'When neither of you said anything, again, Pascale whispered, rather loudly, ' You know I think I'm gonna go now. I'll leave you two. But please don'' be long, we've got a dinner to host.' and with that she closed the door.

'Fuck me'

'I....wow. I have no words' he stared at you, heart still racing from getting caught.

You laughed into his shoulder.

Slowly, he started a good rhythm again.

'Fuck, Y/N, you don't know what you do to me' he said through gritted teeth, still making you bounce up and done his shaft.

'Char I'm close, please' you moaned into his ear as his thumb found your clit and started rubbing circles and within seconds you came undone, walls clenching around his dick.

'Merde' he all but shouted as he felt himself spill into you, both your bodies shaking from the high.

You slowly felt your movements come to a halt. Content to just give yourselves a few minutes to come back to earth.

Little giggles filled the air as you both recounted the events of the last 20 or so minutes.

'I don't know how I'm gonna look at your mum again' you shyly told Charles.

'I don't know how the fuck I'm going to. I really hope she hasn't told anyone what she walked in on. We'd never hear the end of it' he said giggling back to you.

You quickly cleaned yourselves up and made yourselves look presentable again.

Hand in hand you walked back downstairs, just in time for the arrival of the other dinner guests. You parents included.

Pascale just smiled at you and Charles whenever she made eye contact with the two of you.

The evening was filled with good food, good wine, dancing and a lot of curious eyes.

As the night was coming to an end, you and Charles bid farewell to everyone and drove off in his pista.

'Well that was an eventful evening' you cooed to him.

The roads were quiet at this time of the night-or early morning. He stopped at the side of the road and got out of the car.

He walked around your side and helped you out the pista. You took a short walk to the edge of the hill, and overlooked Monaco-how beautiful she looked all lit up.

'It's beautiful' you whispered, more to yourself, as Charles wrapped his arms around you from behind.

'It is, not more beautiful than you though, mon amour' he said as he kissed your cheek.

You smiled as you held onto his hands and squeezed them.

'Move in with me' he suddenly said. We already spend almost ALL of our time together, either at your place or mine, so why not make it permanent' he said, kissing your cheek again.

You couldn't smile a bigger smile.

'Char, I'd love that' you said, turning around so you could give him a proper kiss this time. Nothing sexual, just pure love. You ended sitting on a near by bench, just basking in each others presence and the love you had for one-another.

Things had progressed well from then-on.

You'd moved in with Charles, graced each and every corner of his apartment with unbelievably good sex, attended as many races as you could. And before you know it your one year anniversary was coming up, when you'd be in Belgium for the GP.

You were due to join Charles in Belgium in a few days.

But today you woke up feeling man down. You met Carmen, George's girlfriend for lunch but halfway through you had to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and be sick.

Must be something you ate, you thought.

Wrong.

You were so wrong.

Carmen lightly suggested you take a pregnancy test, then it hit you. It was no secret that you and Charles had A LOT of sex. A lot of unprotected sex. You were both clean, and you were on birth control. But you should have realized sooner that its not always going to do its job to the max, especially with the amount you fucked. And now that you think out it, you have been feeling low of energy the whole week.

'Shit' you muttered to yourself. You and Charles hadn't really talked about when you'd have kids. It was more of a 'yes, we definitely want kids, in the future.' Not near future.

Carmen drove you to the pharmacy and picked up a few different brands of tests just to make sure they were consistent. Back home, she waited for you in the lounge, while you took the tests.

By now you were hyperventilating. What if they come out to be positive and Charles doesn't want it at this point of his life? What if he pushes you away too?

'Okay, calm down,' you told yourself. 'You'll be okay. You and Charles will be okay' you whispered.

You peed on the 3 sticks, and then came the waiting game. It felt like time was frozen.

The longest 3 minutes of your life, when your phone buzzed with a message from Charles: 'I can't wait to see you baby xx' That put a smile on your face and warmed you up a little bit.

Until you timer went off. Bracing yourself, you gave yourself another small pep-talk, and finally checked the tests.

Positive Positive Positive

'Pickles' you mumbled, but you couldn't keep a smile off your face.

You needed to figure out what to say to Charles. You needed to prepare yourself for happy tears or sad tears.

As you arrived in Belgium, two days later, it was also the day of your anniversary.

As soon as you got to your shared room with Charles that morning he had pulled you in and his lips were on yours instantly.

'You're finally here mon amour' he mumbled as his tongue fought yours for dominance.

'Happy Anniversary baby' you said as you pulled away and hugged him as tight as you could.

'Happy Anniversary Y/N, I love you more than life.'

His words warmed your nerves. There was no way there were going to be sad tears when you told him. Right? You could only hope and pray so.

Since media duties for the race only started tomorrow, the day started with a good round of lazy sex and a beautiful bouquet of flowers from your boyfriend. Charles then took you on an unofficial tour of the city. He'd been here for 4 GPs now, so he had a couple of his favorite spots that he wanted to show you.

You had a lovely lunch at a tapas bar and then the afternoon was filled with more touring. You were glad today was a better day and you weren't feeling so ill.

You'd decided to tell Charles the news after dinner tonight. To make it a bit special, you had a onesie made in red that had a picture of a Ferarri and 'Baby Leclerc' written on it.

Dinner was lavish. He took you to an expensive restaurant meaning you dressed extremely smart with a black satin dress that showed your curved off in the most delicious way. It was no doubt that you would forgo any underwear today. Although once you told him the news and shed happy tears, you would go and change into some teeny lingerie for him.

As you got back to the hotel room, you told Charles you needed to talk to him, just as he was about to pounce on you. He said the serious look in your face and immediately backed away. He got so worried so you had to reassure him that everything was fine and it was nothing bad.

You made him sit on the couch while you went to get his gift.

Handing him the gift bag he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

He smiled and started to open it up.

By now your heart was pumping out of your body and you were shaking.

You bit your lip as he finally took the onesie out and looked at it, with a puzzled expression.

Then, he looked at your with wide eyes. You just gave him a smile.

Then his dimples flashed out at you. 'Y/N, is this for real? Are we actually having a baby?' he talked in quick French.

'Oui, we are, Charles'

He quickly pulled you in for the tightest hug.

'Oh my god, i can't believe it' he cooed in your neck.

Then he bought his hands down to your stomach and gently rubbed it, tears stinging his eyes and yours.

Pulling back, he had a brightest smile.

'Y/N you are such an incredible person. I can't tell you how happy you make me' he said, pulling you in again, this time for a kiss.

He breaks away to look that the onesie again, smiled growing impossibly bigger.

As you watched him, you wondered how you ever let yourself think Charles would be unhappy.

'I'll be back' you mumbled as you went to the bathroom to quickly change into your lacy black lingerie.

When you walked out and Charles looked you - let's just say he would die a happy man right now.

'Fuck me. What did i ever do to deserve you?' he said as he stood up and made a beeline to you.

He pushed you to the bathroom door and kissed you. He kissed you like there was no tomorrow. Full of passion. Full of love. And full of lust.

You opened your mouth to him and he explored all of your mouth, sucking into your bottom lip before giving you a small bite.

Quickly though, he removed himself from your hold and lowered down to his knees. He touched you stomach again and started talking.

'Hi baby, it's you daddy here.' he whispered, pecking your tummy.

'Mummy is keeping you safe, and i can only hope you turn out to be as amazing as she is. I love you so much, even though i just learnt about you not 10 minutes ago' kissing you stomach again.

You giggled at his words before pulling him to stand up again.

'He, or she, is only the size of a a grape right now' you told him.

'Grape or orange, i love them all the same. And i love you Y/N, so much'

'i love you too, my Charlie. I am so incredibly happy right now. I could burst' you told him.

'Oh non, please don't burst now' he laughed before his lips were on yours again.

'Wait, is it safe for us to have sex? Oh my god we had sex this morning. Are you ok? Is the baby okay?'

You all but giggled. 'Of course its safe my love. Plus, i am incredibly horny'

He didn't need to be told twice. He scooped you off your feet and set yow down on the bed.

'Let me show you how much i love you. Oh and i'm definitely fucking you with this still on, but another day' he said, pointing towards your lingerie. He quickly removed it before settling himself between you legs, aiming himself at your cunt.

He licked a warm strip up your pussy before sucking on your clit.

'Oh Charles. Fuck. You're amazing' you moaned while tugging on his hair.

'Cherie, you are the amazing one. Merde' he whispered before sinking two fingers into you.

It didn't take long to reach your first orgasm. He continued to finger fuck before you tried to move away.

'Need to feel you in me, Charles. Please. Please fuck me'

'A bit eager today, are we?' he smirked

'You fucking better get used to it. These hormones are not playing anymore' you laughed as he settled his weight on you.

He gently slid in and set a slow pace.

'Charles?' 'Hmm?' ha answered.

'I said fuck me. Not make love to me'

And so he did. He slammed into you. Filling you up so perfectly.

'Y/N' he breathed. 'You're so tight. Clenching around me so nicely. Fuck'

His thumb found your clit and you cried out. Your orgasm fast approaching. Charles as well finished rather quickly today. His warm cum feeling better than ever.

As you slowed down and both came down from you high, he slowly slid out of you.

As you looked down on him you noticed something.

'Char, you're still so hard' you said with a shocked face.

'Y/N, you don't know how turned on i still am' he said, almost shyly.

'Oh my god, please fuck me again. But this time i want to taste you, so finish in my mouth' you said as you both quickly found your places again.

You certainly were sore and sensitive, but you still couldn't get enough of him.

In no time you were crashing down again.

'Fuck, Charles' you moaned into his ear.

You quickly felt him pull out and place his feet on the floor as you sat up and took his dick into your hands.

He held you hair out of your face as you took him into your mouth and started bopping your head up and down.

'Fuck Y/N. Yes baby. Fuck' he all but screamed as he emptied himself to the back of your throat.

You swallowed everything you could.

You both tried to catch you breath as he sat back down on the bed and took you into his arms.

You were so overwhelmed. Now, you were crying.

'Are you okay Y/N? Did i hurt you? Shit, I heard you'

He barely held in a laugh. 'No Char, you didn't. I'm just so happy. I love you and out life so much.'

He kissed your forehead.

'I've never been happier my baby'

He got up to get a cloth to clean you both up the settled back into bed.

He pulled you to his side and just cuddled you.

'I love you, and happy anniversary amour'

'Love you too Char. Happy anniversary''' you replied back.

He kissed you. Long and soft. And you both were so excited for the rest of our lives together.

THE END.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it!

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vanderlesbian · 1 year

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rdr2 x autistic reader headcanons

saw someone else do this but i wanted to give my headcanons too! enjoy tehe... includes arthur, john, dutch, and charles!

gn!reader + no warnings / fluff

arthur morgan

arthur is so patient and understanding with you

from the moment you met him, you never felt the need to mask around him because he never questioned your behaviors or belittled you for them

if any problems ever arised, arthur would always be quick to come to your defense

hes very careful with you; he handles you like he's holding a butterly. not because he thinks youre fragile or incapable, but because he cares for you too much and never wants to hurt you

he also knows that youre sensitive to things and will take mental notes

if he sees that you cover your ears when something loud happens, he'll be sure to be quiet around you

if you express that you don't like how a certain food feels, he'll start bringing other options along to make sure you're eating

he's not very good at being upfront with his emotions, and you can't always catch onto his hints which ends up with you being confused

but he's trying to break that habit

all in all he's a very understanding partner who prioritizes you above all

john marston

lets be real john is also autistic

youre both very understanding of each others needs and its nice to be able to completely be yourself around your partner

in a relationship he can be very touchy sometimes, but he can recognize when you dont want to be touched. if hes unsure, he'll ask

he will wait or ask for permission to do pretty much anything

"can i kiss you?" "can i hug you?" "is it alright if we hold hands?"

hes definitely awkward but he just needs the confirmation

he is veryyy blunt but to you its a good thing

it makes me feel like neither of you have to worry about if the other is beating around the bush or something because both of you say whats on your mind LOL

both of you are trying to figure out this relationship thing together

from an outside perspective, people might think the two of you are moving really slow, but for both of you its a perfect pace

dutch van der linde

dutch is your biggest fan when you start infodumping

he will listen to you speak about whatever for days on end, and you'll do the same with him as he talks about whatever philosophical tangent he has for the day

hes so infatuated with you its crazy

you will finish your infodumping tangent and he will scoop you up in his arms and go,"you're so beautiful/handsome, you know that?"

like oookaaayyy huhehehehehhehhshsh

he will SPOIL you with things related to your special interest. anything he sees that he knows you'll like, he'll snatch it up so quick to give it to you

he'll definitely boast about you to the other members

"they're so INTELLIGENT and HARD WORKING...perhaps the rest of you should take a note or two"

he lets you fidget with his fingers because you like his rings

he makes sure that your shared tent is perfectly up to your standards

the feeling of the blanket overwhelms you? suddenly hes sending arthur out to fetch a new one

he definitely pampers you a lot and sometimes it might feel suffocating at times but not bc you dislike it, you just need a moment to recharge

you'll tell him you need a moment to yourself and he'll oblige

charles smith

the two of you love parallel play omg

you two will be completely silent while he makes arrows and you partake in one of your hobbies but its so comforting to both of you

charles will always be the first to notice when you start to get overstimulated, so he'll tell the others to quiet down, give you space, or whatever else you need to calm yourself

hes kind of overprotective of you, so sometimes you'll have to reassure him that youre fine

he just cares about you more than anything

now that im thinking about it charles is also probably autistic

he's usually very quiet but with you he'll never shut up because he knows that you'll listen and show genuine interest

he will craft things for you to fidget with omfg

he'll notice that youre very antsy with your hands or legs and one day you'll come back to your tent and see a small handmade doll sitting on your bed

"did you make this for me?"

"i noticed you play with your fingers a lot"

he's genuinely the sweetest ever and he will just have heart eyes for you all the time

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readngandweepng · 7 hours

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quick nsfw thoughts about bottom rdr2 boys ft. arthur kieran and charles

contains amab sub top reader. ftm rdr2 men. no pronouns for reader but male implied. first time writing for these boys but hopefully not the last.

imagine arthur tying your hands together with his lasso and having his way with you; bouncing on your lap in a steady rhythm, one hand on your stomach while the other rests at his side. he looks like a true cowboy, his head tilted back as he takes you to the hilt, groaning and muttering beneath his breath. as he gets nearer, his free hand goes up to his hat, keeping it steady on his head as he rolls his hips into yours. when you both cum he gives you a half-lidded smile and takes his hat, placing it on your head alongside a charming kiss on your lips to top it off.

your slow pace is torture for kieran. he’s on his stomach, your chest pressed against his back as half your cock slides in and out of him. you both know if you go too fast and too deep he won’t be able to keep quiet, but he can’t help himself to move back into you as best as he can, his teeth sinking into his coat sleeve to stop his moans from tumbling out of him. eventually you tire of having to hold back and give kieran the entirety of your cock, not even slowing down to let him catch his breath.

charles asks you to go hunting with him one day. confused, you find yourself in an empty forest with what seems like no animals at all. when you look over at him you see his face is dark and he bears a familiar glint in his eyes. you’re not surprised when he pushes you against the nearest tree, tilting his head to kiss you. its gentle, yet deep. you can’t find it within yourself to tease him when his hand slips past your belt. a thought crosses your mind about what you’ll tell the others back at camp when they ask why you’ve returned empty-handed, but a kiss to your neck and a grip on your cock has your mind suddenly blank knowing you won’t be thinking about anything else but charles for the next couple of hours.

you and ftm!arthur hitch your horses for the night, throwing down some bedrolls and deciding to lay low. you roll out one and then the other, feeling an arm slink around your waist. arthur kisses your neck, the ticklish feeling making you softly push him away. he pulls you down with him onto one of the bed rolls by your belt loops, locking you in place between his legs and already he begins to press up against you, using the friction of your clothes to his advantage. you don’t argue, angling your hips to make sure your clothed dick connects perfectly with his pussy, his low groaning telling you all you need to know about how well you’ll sleep tonight.

making your shy, flustered ftm!kieran ride you, letting him go at his own pace. he’s hesitant with every move, not quite sure if what he’s doing is right. his inexperience is proven enough just by how tight he is but he’s uncoordinated, messy with every experimental bounce and sloppy with his hips. he whispers for your assistance, desperation clear in his voice. you place your hands on his waist, guiding his movements just enough for him to learn on his own. ever so slowly he figures it out and soon his clumsy humping turns into a somewhat consistent bouncing. you're so proud of him, drawing circles on his clit with your thumb and rewarding him with an earth-shaking orgasm that keeps him bed-ridden a little too long for dutch’s liking.

ftm!charles is more confident than you expected him to be. you’re closed off in your tent, on top of charles who’s on top of your now untidy bedroll. his legs are wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him so tightly there’s no chance you’ll slip out even with how wet he is. he’s never been loud, whether by choice or by instinct you’re not quite sure, so the only concern you’re ever left with is if the others can hear the sound of your balls slapping against his skin. he always takes you so well, always leaving you to be the one completely breathless afterwards. his pussy always grips your cock with such vigor and robustness, you wonder if he does it on purpose just to see you fall apart.

side note. i can only imagine how many men in this game would use the “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” joke. also man i'm not even into bondage but i want arthur morgan to tie me to a tree so bad

#rdr2 x male reader #afab character #ftm character #top male reader #sub top male reader #arthur morgan x male reader #kieran duffy x male reader #charles smith x male reader #i wrote this last night so i kind of dont know wth i was doing lmao #for some reason i couldnt come up with shit for arthur but alas #red dead redemption x male reader

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Crimson, Gold and Azure Blue | Chapter 7 Excerpt

‼️WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

"Hey," Carlos greeted, reappearing at their table. His hair was a little bit of a mess, shoulders visibly tensed.

Charles, attempting to keep his voice steady and light, joked, "Took you long enough. Were you doodling the borders of the modern Spanish Empire on some toilet paper in there? Strategising the reconquest of the former colonies.”

At first, Carlos looked confused, but as he caught on to what Charles was saying, his laughter rang out. "If your washroom came equipped with a decent marker, and if the toilet paper wasn’t practically see-through, I might've been tempted.”

Feigning offence, Charles retorted, “I'll have you know, those were top-quality 3-ply.”

Carlos smirked, "We use 4-ply at the pavilion."

“Always one-upping me,” Charles commented. “Here, have some eclairs.”

“Didn’t know we’re having eclairs for dessert.”

“Yeah, it was exclusively just for me. But I figured sharing is caring, so.”

“Wow. Your concern for me is finally… blooming.”

“Take one piece before I change my mind.”

“Thank you,” Carlos said, his eyes glistening like he just cured his hunger for something.

Carlos bit into the eclair, his eyes closing in delight as if he'd just tasted a piece of heaven. Then his face shifted, euphoria morphing into deep contemplation, staring at the pastry like it held the secrets of the universe. Charles blinked. He was sure he didn’t get the ones from his actual secret stash full of infused—

“You alright, mate?” Charles asked, before he could finish the thought.

Carlos hesitated, looking up. “Charles, can we— can we talk? somewhere private preferably.”

Panic flitted across Charles' mind. Did he find out? How? Is my guilty face that obvious? I'm seriously rubbish at lying.

“I, uh, sure…” Charles stammered, racking his brain."There's a quiet sitting room inside. Shall we?"

Charles led the way to the sitting room, the thick carpet beneath their feet muffling their footsteps. The room was dimly lit, with heavy drapes drawn and only a few lamps providing a soft, warm glow.

“Charles—”

“I swear I didn’t hear anything,” Charles burst out “I mean, I did overhear, but I can totally act like I didn’t. I'm like a vault of royal secrets, trust me. Well, almost. Except for that one time with Arthur when…” Charles' words tumbled out in a rush.

“Wait,” Carlos interrupted, “were you in the garden just now?”

Charles shifted uneasily. “I, um… Let's just hypothetically say if I were there, it'd be by pure accident?”

“How much did you hear?”

“Nothing! Nada! I heard nothing…”

Carlos raised a doubtful eyebrow.

“Alright, snippets,” Charles admitted. “But I had no idea who you guys were talking about.”

Carlos leaned on one of the tables, as if for balance. “It was— it was about you, Charles,” Carlos admitted.

Charles raised his eyebrows. “Me? Wow… he really doesn’t like me, does he?”

Carlos bit his lip, not meeting Charles' gaze.

“But why? We don’t talk. I know next to nothing about him, apart from the fact that he’s the spare to the English throne and he talks about climate change and stuff but! I bet he knows nothing about me as well.”

Carlos hesitated, a light flush appearing on his cheeks. "He, uh, knows a fair bit about you, actually. You came up in conversation, maybe once or twice.”

“Once or twice?”

“Perhaps more than a few.”

Charles's eyebrows knitted in confusion. “You talk about me to him? What on earth for?”

Carlos shifted uncomfortably, looking like he'd rather be somewhere else. "You see… you’re interesting, Charles. I… I'm drawn to you. More than I've ever been to anyone.”

Charles squinted. He swore he was sober and Carlos was speaking English, not some alien language. "I still don't get it,” Charles said.

Carlos sighed and closed his eyes. “Dios, You really can be oblivious, can’t you?”

Before Charles could comprehend the comment, Carlos closed the distance between them, grabbed his face and kissed him.

Carlos was kissing him.

His lips crashed onto his own like a wave meeting the shore, sweeping him off his feet. Charles had to clutch onto the hem of Carlos' shirt to ground himself.

He wanted to pull away, to make sense of what was happening, but every touch, every sensation pulled him in further, beckoning him to be lost in the intoxicating mix of Carlos' cologne and champagne. He was lost in the warmth of Carlos’ hand as it slid up his nape, fingers tangling in his hair, the other gently pressed against the small of his back, pulling him closer. He was lost in the gentle graze of Carlos’ stubble against his skin, sending shivers down his spine, and the soft strands of his hair tickling Charles' cheek.

He tried to fight it, he really did, but he was completely and utterly lost in the kiss. No one had ever kissed him like that. So he allowed himself to be lost, to surrender and open himself up to Carlos. It was probably one of the best decisions he had ever made.

Eventually, the fervour kiss waned, leaving only the warmth of Carlos' breath ghosting over Charles' lips. Golden eyes met azure blue, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

"Hope that clears things up,” Carlos whispered.

It did.

And that, was precisely the problem.

Read the whole chapter here. Ask me questions!

#1655 #Charlos #16 #charles leclerc #55 #carlos sainz #mine #f1 #f1 rpf #CGAB

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regressor!charles smith!!

note; I KNOW the whole agere challenge is all over but idc!! i've been getting into the rdr2 mood so more headcanons for all of you!! :D Anyway- CHARLES SMITH!!! I love him so, he's my favorite (if it isn't Arthur or Hosea). Like he's so sweet omg, please I needed more Charles content- (omg he's so beautiful, it took me long too pick my photo my god-)

headcanons; (cw; diapers and periods!!)

Charles is a baby/toddler regressor and his age range is 2 - 5

Like his much more bigger self, Charles is a quiet and introverted little. Always liking his own company than others and liking the peace than the loud chaoticness of what is the camp. He won't speak much either, being non-verbal almost all the time. It's rare for him to speak words, but he has a small vocabulary if so

⬇️ Also, Charles would probably like sensory deprivation. Mostly for when it's quiet and dark. He's always hated the day and with the bright sun in his eyes, and although he is a sensory seeker at most times, sometimes he needs to have a lack of that. Mostly at night. He loves being under tree shade or looking up at the night stars. Oh, and he loves Papa (Arthur), of course

With his quietness, it's made him gone missing one too many times. But he's never left far from camp, but people are still confused because 'where did he go?'. And it usually ends up in Arthur having a 2 hour search and scratching his head before he finds Charles under a tree in the fields LMAO

He is still very much a nature boy, just like Kieran. Always going out to pick herbs, plants, flowers, ect. Most of his days while being little consists of him being out in the fields, having what little peace he can get. And he's known as the camps gift-giver, because he's always giving small gifts from mother nature herself, but only to those who are most closest like Arthur or Tilly. Whatever he finds that makes him think of that person, to be honest

He's always loved the younger littles, John and Kieran, mostly. He doesn't do much with them, he just stares at them and just watches over them quietly. He only minds Sadie and Tilly for the older ones, everyone else is too much for him. Caregivers are only stuck to Arthur and Hosea. Very head-on about who he likes (me too, Charles)

He's never been so heavy first on diapers or even using them. What diapers are used for, for Charles are for comfort reasons. Baby powders quiet the comfort as well. It's not until he got too used to wearing them he would go without noticing. He felt a LOT of shame for actually going, and found it awkward to actually find out he could go. Arthur saw nothing wrong with it, just another baby that wears diapers. And he's been full supportive of his boy, helping him take baby steps (literally) (making a fic about this btw!!)

Also, I do headcanon Charles as trans! And he's usually done shark week and periods and such while he's big and alone. But has slowly come to doing all that while he's regressed. Of course, Arthur is his full support, again, and acts like the absolute legend he is as a caregiver. He would do anything to help support his boy and doesn't even see much wrong with him <3 (i need a cg like arthur pls)

As well as this, I also headcanon him as plus-sized! I am on that road, yes, and mostly because I think he would be! He would be the best with cuddles and hugs, and Arthur's a strong boah to carry his boy, so he's perfectly fine. He usually doesn't like laying on his stomach, because it makes him feel unwell, so tummy time is out of the picture

As much as it's rare to, you would see him being around the ladies. Letting them braid his hair, making small bouquets with whatever flowers are around, even passing some of them to the ladies to put in his hair. He's listening to them talk and hum and he loves it, because it's peaceful and not so loud. Always leaning on Tilly's shoulder and listening to her

#agere fandom #agere headcanons #fandom agere #fandom headcanons #cw dips #red dead redemption agere #rdr2 agere #charles smith #RAHHHH I LOVE HIM SO #SO SO MUCH #YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDDD #im a charles defender

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To Be Thankful

As strange as this is, this was actually inspired by an episode of Distractible, which is a podcast that I listen to. Their most recent episode was about being thankful for the small things. Just like... The little things that many people would think are meaningless and insignificant, but for some reason they just make someone so happy and sort of put the world into perspective for a moment.

So this idea is a little abstract but I thought I'd do like... If you were in a relationship with someone in the gang, what are some little things they might be thankful for that you do. Now obviously this sort of implies a lot about you, the reader, and things you might do, so if you can't quite relate I'm sorry. But I'm trying to find just little things that someone in a relationship with these characters might do for them that they're greatful for.

Confused? Good.

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Arthur

~ Arthur is thankful for the way you smile at him when he comes back after a long job. You just look so happy to see him, it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy.

~ he's thankful for the way you steal his weapons to clean them when he comes back from his travels, making sure than next time he goes out he'll be safe from any misfiring weapons.

~ he's thankful for the way you help him take care of himself when he likely wouldn't. How you help him cut his hair or trim his beard

~ he's thankful for the way you bring him food when he's too busy to remember to eat. Pearson's stew may not be gourmet but it helps keep him going.

~ he's thankful for the way you lightly touch him as the two of you are drifting off to sleep, making sure he's there beside you. It makes him feel so loved.

John

~ John is thankful for the way you never treat him like he's an idiot, even when he is one.

~ he's thankful for the way you get along with Abigail and Jack, respecting his previous relationship

~ he may fuss about it, but he is very grateful for the way you make him take care of his hair, wishing and trimming it as needed so he looks less feral.

~ he's thankful for the way the two of you laugh and play together, finding fun in the smallest of things.

~ he's thankful for your idle attentions, the way you play with his hair while you read or lean against him while you craft something, or smile at him while he chops wood.

Dutch

~ he's thankful for the way you sit and listen as he vents, without trying to sway him any which way, but just to let him get it out.

~ he's thankful for the deep conversations the two of you can have late at night. The intelligence and insight you bring.

~ he's thankful for the way you keep his tobacco stores stocked. He never has to look for a fresh cigar or buy more pipe tobacco. You always make sure he has enough.

~ he's thankful for the sweet nonsense you whisper in his ear as you're drifting off to sleep, almost like poems. They'd mean nothing to anyone else, but he knows what you mean.

~ he's thankful for the way you can be independent from him, working your own jobs, not needing his attention all the time, but able to return to him just as easily and shower him in love.

Hosea

~ he's thankful for the way you always bring back herbs for him any time you leave camp.

~ he's thankful for the reverent way you view Bessie, knowing you aren't competing with a ghost, you're just another chapter of his life.

~ he's thankful for someone who will listen to him gripe without judgement, and when he's done complaining, you'll help him find a solution

~ he's thankful for how proudly you display your relationship. Not showing off or anything, but not hiding your affections simply because he's an old man.

~ he's thankful for the little sounds you make when you grab onto him in your sleep, so happy and cute.

Charles

~ he's thankful for the respect and genuine interest you show in his values.

~ he's thankful for those quiet moments the two of you share, sitting on the edge of camp with nothing to be said.

~ he's thankful for the way you make sure he always has what he needs to craft weapons

~ he's thankful for the way your eyes light up when he brings you back something from his hunts, be it a prime cut of meat or a nice little stone he found.

~ he's thankful for the water that you bring him when he's been working on a hot day, making sure he stays hydrated.

Javier

~ he's thankful for the way you always smile after he's finished playing, making him feel like he just played a concert at a theater.

~ he's thankful for the little kisses you leave across his face.

~ he's thankful for your willingness to go fishing, even if it isn't your favorite pastime (and if it is, he's thankful that you always invite him with you when you go out)

~ he's thankful for those nights on the edge of camp just talking about everything and nothing. Sharing traumas or jokes or wishes.

~ he's thankful for the way you look after his guitar when he's away, guarding it like it's a part of him

Bill

~ he's thankful for the way you immediately calm his temper without judgement.

~ he's thankful for the way you love him without shame, despite any teasing that may come your way.

~ he's thankful for the way you listen to his ideas and give him suggestions without patronizing him.

~ he's thankful for the way you tug lightly on his beard to urge him closer for a kiss

~ he's thankful for the way you sneak treats to Brown Jack when you think he's not looking.

Micah

~ he's thankful for the way that you give as good as you take when it comes to teasing.

~ he's thankful for the way you just roll your eyes when people ask why you're with him.

~ he's thankful for the fact that you always bring him gun oil and a clean rag to take care of his guns

~ he's thankful for the way that you come to him, sitting on his lap around the fire or seeking him out after a job, instead of him feeling like he's bothering you.

~ he's thankful for the playful way you tug on his hair that lets him know you love him

Sean

~ he's thankful for the way you listen to his stories about his da, even if you've heard them before.

~he's thankful for the way you take his bottle, and he thinks you're about to lecture him on his drinking, only for you to take a swig and kiss him.

~ he's thankful for the way that you laugh and tease him just as much as he teases you, if not more.

~ he's thankful for how you took care of him when he returned to the gang, seeing how he was not the same Sean who left Blackwater.

~ he's thankful for the way you leap into his arms whenever you go to hug him, even if you saw him just an hour prior.

Lenny

~ he's thankful for the books you bring him any time you find a new one for him to read.

~ he's thankful for the careful way you handle his belongings, no matter how small. When you don't have much, everything counts.

~ he's thankful for the way you listen when he's working out a new job or a new way to prove himself, even though you always tell him he proves himself every day.

~ he's thankful for the way you lightly scratch his head as he's falling asleep beside you

~ he's thankful for the proud way you talk about him, like he's the greatest man you know.

Kieran

~ he's thankful for your kind smile and easy laugh.

~ he's thankful for the way you bring him food when he forgets to eat.

~ he's thankful for the way you stand up to the others if they call him O'Driscoll

~ he's thankful for the way you cup his face, making him feel more special than anything

~ he's thankful for the way you pull him close at least once a day for a hug and a kiss, and damn anyone who's watching who may judge.

Abigail

~ she's thankful for the way you handle Jack when she's having a hard time

~ she's thankful for the way you treat her as a person, not only as a mother

~ she's thankful for the way you help bridge the gap between her and John

~ she's thankful for the way you bring her flowers

~ she's thankful for the way you support her, and help her to be stronger.

Mary Beth

~ she's thankful for the way you cuddle with her as she reads to you from a book.

~ she's thankful for the honest way you talk to her about her writing.

~ she's thankful for the way you surprise her with long walks or trail rides to get out of camp and spend time together

~ she's thankful for the way you help her with her hair every morning and night.

~ she's thankful for the way you hold her close and dance with her whenever the mood strikes.

Tilly

~she's thankful for the little trinkets you bring her, knowing you're always thinking of her

~ she's thankful for the way you grab her hand and pull her along for a little stroll, even if it's just around camp.

~ she's thankful for the way you hold her and nuzzle against her every evening

~ she's thankful for the soft affections you give her throughout the day.

~ she's thankful for the way you make her feel safe and comfortable

Sadie

~ she's thankful for the way you keep her ammo stocked up so she never has to worry about being without

~ she's thankful for the way you talk about Jake, on the rare occasion you do mention him, as Sadie likes to keep him close to her chest. But you never seem jealous or patronizing about him. You talk about him as if he were an old friend.

~ she's thankful for the way you carefully patch her up if she bites off more than she can chew

~ she's thankful for the way you always have an ear to the ground for any O'Driscolls

~ she's thankful that you let her go at her place and don't push her for anything she's not ready for, romantically.

Karen

~ she's thankful for the way you always save her a special bottle of alcohol.

~ she's thankful for the way you calmly counter her cynicism with something realistic but cheerful

~ she's thankful for the way you see her as a human, not just a pair of boobs.

~ she's thankful for the way you're always ready to sing with her, no matter the song.

~ she's thankful for the way you hold her when she gets too drunk and tell her it's all going to be okay.

#rdr2 hcs #arthur morgan/reader #john marston/reader #dutch van der linde/reader #hosea matthews/reader #charles smith/reader #javier escuella/reader #lenny summers/reader #micah bell/reader #bill williamson/reader #kieran duffy/reader #abigail roberts/reader #mary beth gaskill/reader #tilly jackson/reader #sadie adler/reader #karen jones/reader #sean mcguire/reader

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leavetheminshreds · 2 years

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closed starter

He was getting used Charles being gone. One morning Douglas woke up, and he didn’t make a cup of coffee anymore, a habit he’d had for a long time in serving the hunter. To realize that he had walked out of the safe house, skipping his routine of warming up water in a kettle, grinding fresh beans, setting a clean filter and timing out his pours methodically to prepare a fine tasting cup of coffee that he’d make for his guardian to start his day nearly broke his heart.

He was starting to settle into the fact that he really wasn’t coming back, slowly letting go of the hope that he would one day show up out of nowhere, like he’d merely been gone on a business trip. Desperately he wanted to hear the sound of paper turning in a book, or the soft sound of pen gliding across a blank page, like they’d never left his study at all. Like everything was just fine, and this wasn’t real. But that wasn’t the case. It had been almost 6 months now. There was none of that now. Charles was dead, and the house around him was dead silent. He hated it.

Escaping the quiet was a catch-22 situation. Being sent to a city where he would be safe in case he ever found himself on the wrong side of hunting, there were others there for the purpose, too. Other creatures. Werewolves, vampires, witches, hellhounds - everything he’d grown and learned to hunt if he was told to now surrounded him. He felt trapped, and defensive because of it.

To make matters worse, he was known about. One hunter had recognized him, knowing who his hunter was. Amelia had made him feel safe, like he wasn’t so much an outsider as he felt he was. But then he ran into a hellhound that he and Charles had hunted who had escaped. Instinct failed him there, and he’d been trained to a fault as he slipped back into old patterns. A moment of hesitation, waiting for the final call to finish it, left him wide open for a rebound from the werewolf reject. What should have been a victory left Douglas hurt with his ego taking the brunt of it.

He’d taken the time to heal, mostly, before going out again - not interested in running into Lucas - or anything else that might want to pick a fight with him -again until he was recovered. But restlessness got him out sooner than he probably should have.

Douglas was on his way back to the house. Street lights flickered on as the sky lit up with hues of reds and purples as shadows began to darken the streets. He’d stayed out much longer than he meant to after visiting Kalana. Every sound he heard in every alleyway made the hair on the back of his neck bristle instinctively, a reflex to growl waiting in the back of his throat.

While he anticipated something ambushing him at any moment, he jumped at the sound of someone saying his name from behind him. Douglas turned immediately, every muscle tensing like he was prepared to fight when his eyes settled on a familiar looking face.

Immediately his eyebrows furrowed together, a confused look painting his previously vacant expression as he searched his memory to match a name with the man. “Do I know you?” Douglas asked, his pool of people he knew being very small, he had to dig deep. He looked even more puzzled when one finally clicked. “...Arthur?”

#DOUG:ARTHUR #douglas.thread

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Spy (Part Two)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut; Infidelity

Words: 4,389

Two Weeks Later…

Hiding in the corner of the room, you couldn’t help but giggle when, finally, he caught you.

“Found you Y/N” Charlie said with great excitement and you encouraged him to find Ruby next.

Ruby was the master of playing hide and seek and, for all you knew, she could be hiding anywhere. In a cabinet, beneath one of the many beds or even in the lavatory.

You knew you needed to help Charlie find her and when you both scooted through the hallway and ran past Tommy, a smile formed across his face.

“Looking for your sister, eh?” Tommy asked and Charlie nodded.

“Do you know where she is, dad?” Charlie asked but Tommy had no idea.

“Sorry Charles but I do not know where your sister is hiding” he confirmed and you both went on looking until, within seconds, you ran into Lizzie.

Unlike Tommy, Lizzie wasn’t amused by your games and quickly took upon herself to put you into your place. She did so often and belittled you every chance she got. You despised her but, yet, you knew that this was something she felt she had to do as she considered you to be a threat to her marriage.

“Don’t you have anything else to do Y/N?” Lizzie asked before continuing on. “I believe Frances requires help with the washing and the furniture have been awfully dusty lately” she then pointed out.

“Yes Mrs Shelby, I will get to that in a bit” you told her and you wished that Tommy had told her about your purpose at the house rather than make you pretend that you were a maid. Then again, you knew that she was on his list of suspects when it came to the betrayal and this didn’t surprise you. Their marriage was loveless and in shambles. You knew that Lizzie despised her husband but, yet, she wanted to keep him and be looked after.

“I want you to get to it now Y/N. Make yourself useful for once” Lizzie spat in response and Charlie immediately got upset.

“But Lizzie, she is playing with us. Please let her. Dad said it’s okay” Charlie told his stepmother.

“Your father is too lenient with the maids and there is a reason for that” Lizzie said with an irritated voice and, whilst Charlie looked at Lizzie somewhat confused, you couldn’t help but giggle.

It was only recently that you saw Tommy with one of the maids in his office and Lizzie was clearly aware of his indiscretions with that said maid.

“I will need to do some work Charlie. You go and find your sister alright?” you eventually said before making your way downstairs to the laundry room.

When you arrived at the laundry room, you noticed a new maid. Her name was Anabelle and she replaced the maid that Lizzie had fired earlier that day which was something you weren’t surprised by.

That maid had slept with her husband and, if he were married to you, would have done much worse to that woman than just fire her.

But Lizzie was different. She wasn’t a criminal at heart and she most certainly wasn’t strong willed. Tommy dictated what she had to do and when.

She mostly obeyed Tommy’s orders but she also took matters into her own hands if and when they affected her relationship with him. They fought a lot and neither of them were happy with each other. Yet, they stayed in this relationship for various reasons.

You had overheard her talking to Arthur Shelby’s ex-wife Linda once or twice before and realised that she wasn’t with Tommy for love.

Tommy married her after she fell pregnant with Ruby because he was a member of parliament. He had to be seen to be doing the right thing and she saw an opportunity.

Tommy provided financial stability and wealth which, clearly, was something she cared about. She said that she chose this life, it didn’t choose her. But would she bite the hand who is feeding her? You weren’t so sure but gave her the benefit of the doubt for now while you were working on other leads to Tommy’s problem.

One thing was clear however. Lizzie was no match for Tommy. He was bored with her as he needed an equal. Someone more ruthless. Someone fearless. Somone who was like him.

With those thoughts running through your head, you helped Annabelle to fold the sheets which was a tedious task and, when Tommy came to find you, you were rather grateful.

He’s given you a task and, when Lizzie found out that he interfered with her instructions, she was somewhat upset. It was obvious to you that she didn’t like you and, perhaps, she felt threatened by you now more than ever.

Then, when she realised that the somewhat secret task Tommy had given you involved you travelling to London on your own for three days, she was pleased and so were you. You couldn’t stand her presence much longer while, at the same time, you were intrigued and attracted to her husband which you knew would become a problem sooner rather than later.

You saw something in him she didn’t see. He was kind but yet ruthless. He was fearless but also caring. He valued loyalty and yet he demanded that you betray your family.

He was a gangster and so were you. You always had been and it almost got you killed. Just like him, having been close to death changed you and no one quite understood these changes. It was difficult for people to comprehend who you were but, somehow, you felt as though Tommy understood you.

Whilst you worked for him for two weeks, you also spent a lot of time with him, in his office, talking, playing cards and drinking whiskey.

He was good company and he was handsome. His blue eyes often mesmerised you and he slowly began to trust you, asking you for advice on certain business matters.

You knew how to launder money and you knew how to avoid tax. You had done it for a long time for your father’s company and your insights were helpful for Tommy.

But, you also had a task to carry out for him and, whenever you were getting closer to the end goal, Tommy pulled the trigger on the operation. He was cautious and with every day you spent together, his caution grew. Why, you didn’t know, but you would soon find out.

Four Days Later…

It was around midnight as you walked through the door of Tommy’s office. You had just arrived back from London, a day later than expected and peeled off your jacket and kicked off your expensive shoes.

‘Everything alright Love?’ Tommy chuckled, listening to you sigh with frustration.

‘The person who invented high heels should be sent to jail. It’s a crime’ you said somewhat irritated before handing Tommy a stack of papers which related to your father’s new business.

‘You know I don’t care about what you wear around here’ Tommy said as he took the papers from your hands.

‘You don’t, but my uncle in London does. He pays a high emphasis on appearances and I had dinner with him tonight, hence my late return’ you said before pouring yourself a glass of whiskey from Tommy’s decanter.

‘Why the fuck didn’t you tell me, eh?’ Tommy asked, sounding worried.

‘Because you would have talked me out of it’ you said to him.

‘Your uncle is a dangerous man. At least I would have sent backup’ Tommy explained.

‘That would have been too obvious, Tommy. He would have noticed. Despite, what do you care? You are paying me to spy on my father for you and find out who betrayed you and that is what I am doing’ you pointed out to him while undoing your hair and getting a little more comfortable with your attire.

‘I am but you are no use to me if you are dead, eh? So, next time, fill me in, alright?’ Tommy said before telling you that, what you got from your uncle, was good and, indeed, rather helpful.

‘Alright, alight…’ you huffed. ‘So, how is Mrs Shelby tonight?’ you asked eventually after snatching a cigarette from Tommy’s silver packet and asking him for lighter while he looked through the papers.

‘She is well, I guess’ Tommy chuckled while lighting your cigarette.

‘She fired Nancy before I left, so she might fire me too. She already threatened me twice Tommy. Doesn’t that concern you?’ you asked, knowing that you had been spending a lot of time in Tommy’s office before you went away and, of course, she didn’t know that you were simply discussing business with him.

‘She fired Nancy for a reason Love, so don’t worry about that, eh’ Tommy said while lightening himself a cigarette as well.

‘Yes, because you fucked her’ you laughed.

‘Excuse me?’ Tommy said sternly but also somewhat surprised.

‘I am a spy, Tommy. That’s what I do. I spy on people and I watched you fuck her two nights ago. It was quite a sight’ you pointed out and Tommy couldn’t help but gasp.

‘Did you enjoy it?’ he asked with a smirk across his face.

‘Did I enjoy watching you fuck Nancy?’ you confirmed with a laugh.

‘Yes. Did you enjoy watching me fuck one of the maids?’ he asked again bluntly.

‘I did actually’ you said while leaning across his large oak desk, giving him a good view of your décolleté while smiling at him.

His chin dropped and he chuckled once more but, before he could say anything else, you spoke again.

‘It’s late. I need to get some sleep. Goodnight, Tommy’ you winked at him before brushing your hand over his and leaving it at that.

‘Sleep well Love’ he said as he watched you leave his office.

A Day Later…

The following day, you helped Frances and Annabelle with the cleaning of the house after you had yet another fall-out with Lizzie.

That morning, she questioned you about your purpose and her suspicions about you grew.

But Tommy kept telling you to ignore her and you did so the best you could.

That evening Tommy also asked you to come to his office again which worsened the situation especially since Lizzie had been keeping an eye on you.

You had to be careful not to get caught, which was a task that had become increasingly difficult. After all, Tommy and you spent a lot of time together even though your relationship was platonic and related largely to business.

‘Good evening, Mr Shelby. How may I be of assistance?’ you said as you eventually managed to sneak into Tommy’s office but saw Frances in his office also, serving him some whiskey from the new batch that had just arrived at Arrow House.

‘Come in and shut the door behind you’ Tommy instructed before dismissing Frances.

‘That would be all Frances, thank you’ he said and she responded with a quiet ‘yes sir’ and left just as you stepped inside.

‘So, what’s up?’ you asked curiously after Frances left.

‘I’ve got the guns you wanted’ Tommy then said before placing two small pistols on the desk for you along with a leg strap, holster and ammunition.

‘Very compact’ you said as you began to cock them both while assessing their suitability.

‘Just as you requested Love. Nice and small with a harness and a leather strap’ Tommy said and you nodded with a smile before lifting up your skirt and placing the leg strap around your thigh.

You placed the gun into the leg strap all the while Tommy was watching you with wide open eyes.

‘Works fine’ you acknowledged when you realised that the small weapon would hide away nicely beneath your skirt before winking at Tommy.

Of course, you knew that he had been watching you. In fact, he had been watching you for the past two weeks and since you were as abrupt as he was, you didn’t lose any time and asked him a question that had been on your mind for a while.

‘Say, Tommy…would you like to fuck me too? Like you fucked Nancy?’ you asked bluntly and Tommy almost immediately choked on his whiskey.

He had never a heard a woman speak like this before and he most certainly didn’t expect you to be so direct.

‘Tommy?’ you asked as you did not get an answer from him and, eventually, he chuckled.

‘I am serious Tommy. Would you like to fuck me?’ you asked, catching Tommy by surprise. ‘I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me for weeks, so there is no need to be shy about it now’ you then pointed out and Tommy stood up, almost nervously.

‘Yes Love, I would like to fuck you, alright?’ he then said with a deep but yet reluctant voice while looking straight at you.

‘Okay then…’ you responded with while reaching beneath your skirt, removing your newly acquired gun from your leg, along with your panties.

You placed both items onto Tommy desk and looked into his eyes.

‘Then take me Thomas. Fuck me like I am one of your whores, right over this desk’ you said with eagerness in your voice while steadying yourself against the desk.

‘You are serious?’ Tommy asked with surprise and you confirmed that this was, in fact, what you wanted as you reached down between your legs and began to rub your soaking wet pussy.

A guttural moan tore from your throat and you ground your hand against your pussy while Tommy watched you.

He was speechless and it wasn’t until you leaned forward and brought two of your wet fingers to his soft lips that he finally moved and spoke up.

Tommy grabbed your wrist and licked your juices of your fingers.

‘Do you like the way I taste Tommy?’ you asked as he devoured your fingers.

‘I do and you are very wet, aren’t you?’ Tommy said before taking off his gun holster and pulling you in for your first ever kiss. But it wasn’t a romantic kiss. It was a forceful kiss in which both of your tongues fought for dominance.

The kiss ignited a fire inside your pussy, an uncontrollable burning that left you thighs wet and, for the first time in your life, truly needy for someone else.

You staggered against the back of Tommy’s desk while the fire inside of you both was building to a feverous pitch.

You both needed release and you were quick to climb onto his large cedar desk and spread your legs widely for him.

‘I want you to taste me again Tommy’ you said and, with a smirk on his face, he pushed your legs apart further and kneeled.

His hot mouth immediately made contact with your already aching pussy and you let your head fall back and moaned.

‘Right there, Tommy. Don’t be gentle’ you said and Tommy began to suck on your clit with a good amount of force before biting over it gently.

‘You taste so fucking sweet Love’ Tommy groaned and hearing his husky voice made you moan even more.

After a little while, he pushed your lips apart with two of his fingers and then pushed them into you with force, causing you to gasp.

‘Oh god yes, make me cum with your fingers. This feels fucking amazing’ you shouted out as he curled them up a little and made contact with your g-spot.

‘You are fucking soaking’ Tommy groaned in between flicks of his tongue and thrusting into you with his fingers and it didn’t take long for you to reach your high.

He was skilled and reached places no one else had reached before. It was difficult for you to hold back and, after a minute or two, you no longer could.

‘Oh god yes Tommy’ you moaned as your legs began to tremble and your orgasm washed over, causing your fluids to leak from you like a fountain.

‘You made a big fucking mess of my desk Love’ Tommy said after you pushed his head away from your throbbing pussy and you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

‘And I am not even sorry’ you smirked as you jumped down from his desk and Tommy immediately spun you away from him.

You gasped as his arm snaked around your neck and pulled you back against him.

‘I can’t wait to sink my cock into this tight pussy of yours’ he groaned into your ear and you felt his erect cock press against you.

The deep resonating tones of his voice crashing through your mind was like fuel on the inferno between your legs.

‘I cannot wait either Tommy. My pussy has been aching for you’ you confirmed before leaning forward over his large desk and, just after you did, he lifted up your skirt.

‘Hmm you are so fucking wet, dripping all over the floor’ Tommy then said after quickly running his fingers through your slit and you moaned and pushed back against his fingers.

‘I need your cock, Tommy. Right fucking now’ you demanded but Tommy wasn’t ready just yet.

‘Patience Love’ he said before giving you quick slap on each of your cheeks, causing you to gasp.

‘I swear Thomas Shelby, unless you stick it in me right now, all hell will break loose’ you said again before another guttural moan escaped you as you fought against Tommy’s tight hold.

Tommy chuckled and the noise made your knees weak. His free hand slid over your thighs and between your legs. You almost screamed with delight as the heel of his hand pressed down on you hard, desperate clit.

‘Need…you…inside’ you began to moan through a broken sentence but he silenced you again.

‘Shh! We don’t want my wife to walk in on us, do we?’ Tommy asked and you responded with a quick chuckle.

‘Then stop teasing me and fuck me already’ you demanded impatiently.

Just as you responded, you could hear Tommy unzipping his pants and you knew that he was freeing his member.

‘Spread your legs for me Love’ he then said and the flat of his hand moved slightly as his thick cock pressed against your wet entrance until, suddenly, and without warning, he thrusted his length inside of you.

‘So fucking tight. You feel incredible’ Tommy groaned as your pussy offered up some resistance. You were tight but so incredibly wet. Even he moaned when he realised how desperate for this you were for this.

‘Oh god you are stretching me so much Tommy’ you moaned and, then, Tommy’s foot pushed yours to the side and spread your legs further.

‘I want you to fuck me hard and fast. Take me like I am your whore’ you moaned and Tommy pulled your head back so he could kiss you again.

‘You like it rough, eh?’ Tommy asked as he thrusted deeper and deeper into you, repeatedly, filling you up.

‘Oh god yes Tommy. I want you to have your way with me and fill me up. Claim me. Make me yours’ you moaned as your juices tried futilely to push him out through the sheer quantity you were producing in you.

‘Fuck, I can’t wait to fill that tight pussy of yours with my cum Love. Is that what you want? My cum inside of you?’ Tommy groaned as, eventually, he pulled out and you gushed for what seemed like hours before he thrust back inside you.

‘Yes, that’s what I want. I want your cum deep inside my pussy’ you gasped as your breasts were squashed against the desk as Tommy took you from behind.

‘Tommy’ you moaned again and, just as you were going to say something else, you lost your thought as two of Tommy’s fingers pushed somewhere you never thought to feel pleasure from.

‘Shh, quiet Love’ Tommy ordered as you screamed when he filled both of your holes at the same time.

You were experiencing both, pleasure and shock. This was a new sensation but, eventually, you relaxed and let him in, giving over completely to feelings he forced your body to experience with his cock in your pussy and his fingers inside your ass.

‘Do you like this Love? My fingers in your ass?’ Tommy asked in between thrusts.

‘I do. I feel so fucking full’ you confirmed as your scream died on your lips and was replaced by a deep, guttural moan of delight and contentedness.

You were fuller than you had ever been and your virgin ass was being shown to feel things you had only heard in whispered conversations between some of the women you knew.

‘Maybe next time I get to fuck this ass of yours with my cock, what do you think?’ Tommy groaned as he thrust in hard again.

‘Yes Tommy. Harder. Fuck me harder. I want my pussy to hurt’ you barely managed to moan as Tommy made you feel things you had never thought you would experience.

As Tommy’s force and speed increased, another orgasm tore through you. You couldn’t hold back this time and screamed Tommy’s name so loudly that he had to cover your mouth with one of his hands.

You pushed back against him, trying to take more, wanting to stretch yourself on his cock.

‘That’s it, take my cock deep into this tight little cunt’ Tommy groaned as he removed the fingers from your ass and brought his hand up to your throat.

His hand quickly tightened around your throat and you felt your world start to spin and your pussy clenched as you prepared to cum again.

Just as you felt like you were going to pass out through lack of oxygen his hand loosened and your orgasm hit you, hard and fast.

You moaned and screamed again and, by this point, you were getting sore and you wanted him to cum too.

With a devilish grin, you decided to do everything you could to make him cum.

‘I want your cum deep inside of me Tommy. Give me all of it. I need it’ you told him as you put your hands on the desk and lifted yourself up slightly. Then, you began to thrust back against him, taking him by surprise and he moaned loudly.

‘Fuck, that’s it, keep pushing back on my cock Love’ Tommy groaned and that is what you kept doing.

You wanted to feel the hot fluid inside you and him filling you with his cum. You wanted to feel him pull out and know that his cum was dripping out of your well used pussy and you told him, over and over again.

‘Keep that up and you will get your wish Love. I am close’ he then announced and you moaned in delight and thrust yourself back against him again. He moaned again and slapped your ass playfully as you fucked yourself against his cock.

‘I am going to cum deep inside you’ he groaned and you smiled and thrust back again, delighted in how you were affecting him.

‘Fill me up Tommy. I want it…I want all of it. I want your seed to drip out from sore and used pussy when you are done’ you moaned as you looked back over your shoulder, then bit your bottom lip suggestively.

‘Trust me Love, there will be enough for your pussy to leak for days’ Tommy groaned and grabbed your hips with both hands and started pumping faster and faster.

Slamming through orgasm after orgasm, you gave up taking notice, you had hit the point where you were cumming constantly.

Then without warning you thrust back one more time and he collapsed over your back and you felt it. The spray against your walls, the moan against your back and then the kisses up your spine as he pumped in and out of you, slowly now, releasing everything he had inside of you.

He started to pull out, but you clenched his softening shaft with muscles you didn't even know you had.

‘Wait’ you said breathlessly and stated slowly moving backwards and forwards on him, using his cum to lube up his penetration. Then you started moving faster, you weren’t done and, even if he was then you would use him. You wanted to cum one more time. He had shown you the abyss and now you were going to stay a while.

To your delight, however, Tommy grew hard again within less than two minutes and, as soon as he did, you pushed him away from you.

‘My turn to have my way with you now’ you announced as, with one hard push, you pushed him into one of the arm chairs.

‘Fucking Hell Love’ Tommy gasped with surprise as you climbed on top of him and immediately sank down on his hard cock.

His cum and your juices spilled out of you as his hard rod pushed back inside and you began to ride him, hard and fast, taking what you need from him while silencing his moans with your lips.

Orgasm after orgasm washed over you and, eventually, Tommy filled you with more of his seed as you made him cum once more.

‘Are you satisfied yet Love?’ Tommy grinned and you could feel how sore you were down there.

‘For now’ you winked as you lifted yourself of him slowly.

When his cock left your sore pussy, a large amount of his cum began to spill from you and directly on to the soft leather of the arm chair.

There was, indeed, a lot of his seed inside of you and he wanted to see your cum dripping pussy and made you bend forward once more to take a look.

Using both of his hands, he spread your hole apart and watched his cum flow out and down your thighs. Then, he collected some with his fingers and brought it up to your mouth, making you taste it.

‘Hmm, so sweet’ you moaned in approval as his cum tasted sweet and thick and, just before you were done cleaning off Tommy’s fingers, the door to his office opened abruptly.

Within a split second, Tommy pulled up his pants and you covered your most intimate parts with the fabric of your clothes. There was no hiding what you were doing and your eyes widened when you saw who barged inside.

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what’s popping? i love u. if you can… id like to know…. how would the guys react to you shoving ur rlly cold fingies into their shirt or on their neck lmao

ily too anon uwu

Arthur

Arthur just got back to camp when you approached him. He had been away all day, doing little jobs and scouting potential robberies so when he saw you coming over to greet him, he let out a sigh of relief.

Finally he was home after a long day and he could relax with you by his side. He smiled as you got nearer, opening his mouth to greet you but that's when your fingers made contact with his skin, one hand around his neck as the other went around his neck.

Arthur scrunches up his face as he rolls his shoulders, trying to shrug your hands off of him. When you giggle, Arthur can't help but smile and finds the funny side of it. "You're a goddamn troublemaker" he teases, enclosing your hands in his in the hopes of warming them up.

Dutch

You have the perfect opportunity to do this to Dutch when he's sitting by the side of his tent, reading a book. His focus is entirely on his book so he didn't even notice you come up beside him.

The second your cold fingers slide across the nape of his neck, Dutch hunches his shoulders and snaps his book closed. He catches your hand by the wrist and quickly brings your hand away from him.

"I would be very careful trying to prank me," he tuts "if you keep acting like this I might have to teach you a lesson later". Oh yeah, he means that kinda lesson. Honestly if that doesn't spur you on to keep doing it then I don't know what will.

Charles

Charles sees you walking over to him. He notices the mischievous look on your face but he doesn’t think anything of it. He thought that maybe you were planning to mess with the other gang members, not him.

You said nothing as you open your arms out. Honestly Charles thought you were going to give him a hug but that's when your cold fingers graze over his neck and shoulders.

He immediately tenses up and looks down at you with a confused expression. But he's not that bothered by the cold. Sure, it was a little sudden but it wasn't that bad. If anything he's more baffled by it. "What on Earth are you doing?" he chuckles, resting his hands on your waist.

Micah

When Micah sees you coming over to him, he welcomes you.. He thought it'd been a while since he's last tried to flirt with you so he thought this was a good time to say some more terrible pick up lines.

As you bring your fingers up by his neck, it was like everything began to go in slow motion for Micah. He can't remember the last time someone voluntarily touched him (not including punching him) so he just kinda froze.

He really tries his best not to flinch when he feels how cold your fingers are. "You're lucky I like the cold" he says, gritting his teeth slightly and trying his best to form a smile.

John

John wasn't paying much attention when you make your way beside him and slowly places your fingers by his neck and shoulders. But goddamn, he moves very motherfuckin’ fast when he feels how cold your hand are.

"Woah, woah, woah" he says as if he's trying to calm a horse, jerking his neck away from you and quickly taking your hands in his. "You tryin’ to give me the cold shoulder?" he's a dad so yes, he's allowed to make dad jokes.

If you come anywhere near him again then he holds up his hands and won't let you come any closer until you leave him feel your hands to make sure they ain't cold.

Javier

You waited until Javier was playing his guitar before getting him. Javier's always pretty alert of his surrounding so you knew he's kinda distracted when he’s was playing his guitar.

He softly sings to himself as you sneak up behind him. Thankfully no one else is by the campfire so no one else hears how Javier's voice cracks and momentarily goes high pitched as you touch the back of his neck with your fingers.

"I'll get you back for this," he calls as you walk away, giggling "and that's a promise!". He shakes his head and laughs, he'd only let you get away with pranking him.

Bill

Bill's reaction is more dramatic than you anticipated. He leaves some of the top buttons on his shirt open most of the time so you have easy access to his chest.

Honestly Bill’s glad he happened to be out on guard duty when you do the prank cause he would've gotten embarrassed if the rest of the gang saw his reaction. Bill practically squeals as you ran your hands down his chest. He drops the rifle he was holding and luckily the gun didn't accidentally go off.

He jumps back a few steps as he involuntarily shivers, still letting out a few small squeals. If you tell anyone about this then Bill will pout. He didn't think your cold fingers would get such a reaction out of him so he's just as surprised as you. "I... you... this never happened" Bill says firmly.

Sean

Sean lets out a loud yelp when he feels how cold you are. He acts like you've just tried to stab him. He's shocked, Sean thought he was the jokey one and he's actually kinda jealous he didn't think of doing that to you first.

He can appreciate a good prank so although Sean acts like you're trying to give him pneumonia, he respects how strong your prank game is.

"Well? Are you gonna help me warm up now?" he asks when he's eventually calmed down, giving you a sly wink. If you agree, or just touch him again in general then Sean is reminded all over again of how cold your hands are.

#am hoping these turned out good lol #thank you anon love u #headcanons #writings #rdr2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #bill williamson #javier escuella #charles smith #sean macguire #ok and off I go to scream in my pillow again #pls I don’t want uni to start again tomorrow :’)

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Catboy Cafe AU Chapter 1

You can't believe you opened this cafe. As far as you know it's the first of its kind, at least in this country. Maid cafes are nothing new. Cat cafes where you can adopt a cat? They are everywhere. Anime cafes? You've even heard of a cafe filled with sheep!

But a catboy cafe? Not catgirl. Catboy.

You were worried. Maid cafes work for a reason. Who doesn't want to look at a pretty girl. Anything female related sells. But what would happen if we turn it masculine.

And what would you know! Three months in and it's doing great! It was rough at first. You didn't realize how much has to go into advertising. Doesn't this stuff normally sell itself? Lunch rush is never dull however.

You have 15 employees and they all get along great. You knew cats all had different personalities but seeing them together like this really showed it.

Three of the catboys basically took over the whole operation, helping everything run smoothly. Some days you aren't quite sure why you show up since they have it all under control. But the cafe is still new, you want to be there everyday and work alongside them as well.

Leonardo ended up being great with numbers and was able to cut costs down without loosing the quality of anything. Vlad is great in the kitchen even if he does have a hard time resisting all the desserts. Comte is amazing out on the floor, being such a gentleman and all, he's able to train new employees.

Those were your first three hires as well. You couldn't have asked for anyone better. After them came Napoleon, another chef. He's not too great at working out on the floor, so if another hand was needed Vlad came out to help. He quickly became the main chef since all Vlad wanted to concentrate on was desserts.

After him came Isaac. He wasn't sure if serving was cut out for him but he needed a job. He was a nervous wreck at first but Comte got him to loosen up enough. He still grabs his tail when he's feeling shy. Two brothers started after that. Vincent and Theo. They couldn't be any more different. Vincent is just a ray of sunshine and loves being around the customers. He always seems to be purring and swishing his tail back and forth. Meanwhile Theo is a little awkward and a little stiff when it comes to serving. But he's not a great cook. He's good at making drinks during a rush, but for the most part he cleans. You wouldn't imagine how much cleaning needs to go on through the day.

Next came Faust and not long after Charles. Faust was anything but a friendly catboy but he wanted to work in the kitchen. He ended up adding a few things to the menu that ended up being a great hit. Charles is just like Vincent. He loves to be around people and wants to get to know them. Sometimes he gets a little too into it and won't stop talking, which is why he had to be in the kitchen for a while, but him and Isaac would switch places often. Napoleon brought in his friend Jean in hopes he'd be able to work at the cafe. A lot tends to confuse him. You aren't quite sure where he is from but he has a hard time understanding some things, but if Napoleon was willing to be patient with him in the kitchen then more hands back there wouldn't hurt at all.

Will and Mozart seemed to have came in the same day. No connection, just happened to be. This isn't the kind of job Mozart was hoping for, but he knew he'd be good at it. He's fluffy and cute, what else could you ask for in a catboy server? Will was a different kind of catboy than the ones you have seen so far. He was flirty. Charles was a bit of a flirt, but he was cute about it, and you didn't really notice at first. Will just seemed really good at poetry. You aren't too sure if he knows he's flirting most of the time. But just as you were getting use to having a flirt around you got another, Arthur. It wouldn't be bad to have flirty servers right? This is a catboy cafe, after all. As long as they don't cross any boundaries then what's the big deal

Now you've never seen a catboy like Dazai. Where's his tail? Depending on who asks depends on the story that you'll get. In the end he's just a bobtail. He almost looks like a rabbit to you with that little fluff ball of a tail that he has. He's a little out there, but he's able to cook and serve, and doesn't mind cleaning if it needs to be done. Sebastian is the last one you hired. He will do anything out on the floor, he will clean anything, but he shouldn't be in the kitchen. He'll go if he has to, but he's going to complain the whole time.

And just like that you have all of your employees.

For the most part they all get along. A few disagreements but they are able to get along with each other. You're happy to have enough employees to the point where not everyone has to be in everyday so that the cafe can run.

Leonardo is behind the counter often, using the register when customers have finished. There are times that when it's slow he'll drift in and out of sleep. That's when Vincent comes over and scratches him behind the ear for motivation.

The amount of head scratches you give in a day is insane. Some are always asking for head pats while others won't admit to liking them, but their purring says other wise.

Mozart is always saying how he doesn't care if he gets a little scratch at the end of the day, but everyday he works you make sure to give him one after his shift and he relaxes so much, and his tail swishes, sometimes you can even hear a soft purr.

On the other hand Charles thinks every time he goes past you he should get a little scratch. He doesn't always get it, so Vincent will go over to him and give his ears a little scratch.

Speaking of Charles, it is always easy to tell when he is passing by you. He insists on wearing a bell on the collar that he has on. Not all of the boys wear a collar, but most of the guys on the floor do.

Charles and Vincent convinced Isaac to wear one since he's one of the more popular of the boys. Arthur wears ones in hopes that a woman is going to pull it while he's flirting with them. Theo sprays him with a water bottle when he found that out.

It looks like a normal spray bottle with cleaning chemicals in it, but it's really water that he uses to spray Dazai and Arthur with for the most part. Someone has to keep them inline.

Mozart never wore one until a regular customer made a comment how he would look cute in one. The next day after that he always wore one. After that Sebastian was the only one not wearing one out on the floor so he felt the need to wear one.

Every time you go back into the kitchen, you don't understand how anything ever gets done.

Napoleon is trying to teach Jean how to properly cook, while eating what he can grab.

Vlad is the head of the kitchen but he's minding his own business but Faust is telling him that he needs help with sandwiches, but he is making himself a strawberry parfait.

Theo is minding his own business making different coffees. You don't know how they manage to make it work, but they do so you don't have any complaints.

Vlad gets to the cafe really early to start baking. He loves making bread and pies by hand. You may have only been open for three months now but you get an early morning crowd of people for coffee and breakfast sandwiches.

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NEXT CHAPTER!!

You get to decide who you get closer with. The Cafe's first three employees will be posted first, then the others will be released as finished!

Napoleon: Part 1

Mozart: Part 1

Leonardo: Part 1

Arthur: Part 1

Isaac: Part 1

Vincent: Part 1

Theo: Part 1

Dazai: Part 1

Jean: Part 1

Will: Part 1

Sebastian: Part 1

Comte: Part 1

Vlad: Part 1

Faust: Part 1

Charles: Part 1

Drake: Part 1

Galileo: coming soon

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red-dead-do-over246 · 3 years

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I love your writing!! Could you write something about Javier having a crush on reader and singing songs directed to her but she doesn't know bc its in spanish

Mi Canción Para Mi Amor

Javier refuses to tell you what his songs are about. Guess you’ll have to do this the hard way.

Javier has been acting strange lately. Well, stranger than normal.

The man has been a lot more nice to you than to anyone else. Also, the other guys had begun to tease him. (You think you saw him punch Micah once). Not that you didn’t like the attention, you actually favored the company of Javier more than the others. He was actually quite charming under that rough exterior.

However, what really confused you is when he spoke Spanish.

You couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying, and you know he does it just to get under your skin. That’s just a Javier thing to do.

Around the fire one time, Javier began to play his music like normal. Now, even though you don’t understand what he’s saying in the songs, they’re always very entertaining. However, this song seemed more quiet, more full of emotion, more directed towards...you.

He started to do this more often, more so when it was just you two by the fire. It was around this time that his behavior changed too.

“Y es por ti. Que late mi corazón. Y es por ti. Que brillan mis ojos hoy. Y es por ti. Que he vuelto a hablar de amor. Y es por ti. Que calma mi dolor...” Javier sung quietly by the fire, gently strumming his guitar. You casually looked up from your book only to make eye contact with him. You don’t know why, but it made you feel all shy inside. After he was finished, you asked, “What were you saying?”

He shook his head with a laugh: “Sorry Y/N, secret stays with speaker.”

You huffed slightly and picked your book back up till it was covering your face. You’ve tried asking him multiple times, and each time he refused to tell you or changed the subject. This bothered you because it felt like he was keeping some secret from you. Normally, he would try to teach you some Spanish words (you would always forget and feel bad). Now, he wouldn’t tell you the lyrics to some song.

You would have to take matters into your own hands.

I mean, someone here has to understand that language.

You went to Arthur first (as always) to see if Javier told him anything. The poor cowboy laughed nervously and responded, “Sorry Y/N, but I can barley speak English.”

You nodded in understanding and he rode off to do some errand for Dutch. That was your next try. The gang leader read a lot, maybe he could help?

However, you caught Dutch at a bad time. A simple “I don’t know” turned into a big rant.

“How can I have time for ridiculous things like that when there are Pinkertons tailing us!? We need money, Y/N! So get out there and do your share! I have-”

You left before he could finish which may result in some form of rage later, but you didn’t care at the moment (Hosea will save you). You tried Lenny, knowing the young man was also very book smart.

“Sorry Y/N, that kind of stuff just doesn’t interest me. Have you tried asking Javier?” He said kindly when you came up to him on guard duty.

“Yes, he’s being so bizarre about it.” You told him. Lenny nodded in sympathy then shrugged his shoulders while giving you an “I’m sorry” look. You told him its fine and went to some other gang members. Mary-Beth couldn’t help you even though she really tried, John just gave you a dumb-founded look, Sean only knew swear words in the language (which didn’t help you), and Charles offered to help you find a book and learn it.

It was evening when you plopped down by the fire in defeat. The only other person there was Micah, who was reading a newspaper with one leg crossed over the other. You stared at him, dreading to ask for him for help.

"Not gonna happen, sweetheart." He said without even looking at you. You swore under your breath and he laughed at your disappointment. A couple moments of silence passed till he sighed dramatically, put the newspaper in his lap, and looked at you.

"Listen Y/N, it ain't happening. What are you waiting for? The answer to just present itself to you?" He chuckled as he finished his statement and continued chuckling as he picked back up his newspaper and re-crossed his legs. You pouted and bit your tongue at a retort.

Suddenly, Hosea appeared in the light of the fire. He walked over to you and said, "Y/N, Dutch told me you needed help with some Spanish? If that's the case, I happen to know a few phrases and would be happy to help."

You grinned and nodded (Hosea to the rescue), then cast Micah a smug evil glare. He huffed and angrily opened the newspaper back to his face while stiffening his body posture.

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“Wow...” You said with a red face after you and Hosea finished deciphering Javier’s words.

“He seems to like you a lot.” The old outlaw noted with a smile. You asked the man what you should do now that you know. Hosea simply put his hand on your shoulder and said the decision on what to do with this knowledge was ultimately yours.

So you went to find Javier.

You found him near the scout campfire fiddling with some knives. You casually took a seat near him, trying to ignore the fire in your chest. He looked up and gave you a smile.

“Hola Y/N.” He said kindly. You returned the greeting. A couple minutes of silence passed before you couldn’t help but blurt out, “I understand.”

He paused his work, and a look of confusion was put on his face. That was until realization set in, and he froze, the knives slipping from his hands. Javier suddenly did a whole 180 in personality. The suave and confident was replaced by shy and unease.

“You...understand my songs?” He asked quietly while rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded and explained all the trouble you had to go through just to figure it out. He laughed, easing some of the tension.

“You went to Sean? That man can’t even read.” He said with a laugh, his old self back.

“I was desperate because somebody wouldn’t tell me!” You said back while laughing as well.

“I was nervous, ok.” He said after the laughter ended. You patiently waited for an explanation.

“I was too nervous to say how I felt about you, so I thought it would be easier in Spanish.” He explained while picking his knives back up, so he could avoid eye contact.

“Easier for you maybe.” You said with a laugh. He smiled at that. Then you suddenly went up and hugged him. He froze, but returned the gesture.

“It annoyed me, but it still worked.” You said.

“It did?” He asked with surprise.

“Yes.” You whispered, then kissed his cheek.

He laughed slightly and then said, “Pasaste por tantos problemas por mí, mi amor.” (You went through so much trouble for me, my love.)

“Stop it!”

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Juanes “Es Por Ti” was the song I used for this story. 10/10, great song, look it up.

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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Protector (Arthur Morgan x f!reader)

A/N: In most of my Arthur fics, if I mention the reader’s horse his name is Calvin and he’s blind in one eye so if you’ve noticed it that’s awesome! If you haven’t no worries! I just wanted to point it out before anyone gets confused. I’m not sure how many times I’ve mentioned it but I know in my head that’s how it is 😂

Warnings: Micah being a dick, no actual animal abuse but it almost happens, Micah roughly grabs reader but that’s it, nothing out of canon

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You can defend yourself. Arthur knows this. But he makes sure Micah knows you aren’t the only reason he should keep his hands to himself.

***

You hummed softly to yourself as you helped Mr. Pearson prepare dinner.

You looked up from the potato in your hand for a moment, eyes flickering around camp to take count of who was present.

Mrs. Grimshaw had pulled Pearson away from his wagon and all the way to the other side of camp. Mary-Beth was sitting on a chair near her shared tent with the girls, busying herself with a book in hand.

Abigail and Jack were towards the back of camp. Abigail was doing her best at keeping Jack occupied with the flowers growing in the grass back there. Molly was fixing her makeup in her tent at the center of camp.

Micah was near the horses, messing with a saddle bag on his horse. Everyone else was gone. Today was one of those days that everyone was busy away from camp.

“Son of a bitch!”

You lifted your head up from the potatoes you were peeling, turning your attention to where the horses were hitched.

Micah stood by your horse, a gray Dutch Warmblood named Calvin. Micah was cradling his hand to his chest as he cursed, but then he looked at your horse and pulled his fist back as if to strike the animal.

You were on your feet and crossing camp in a matter of seconds, grabbing the back of his coat and pulling him away from your horse.

“Don’t you dare put your hands on my horse, Micah Bell.” You spoke through clenched teeth, holding the knife you’d been using to peel potatoes in your hand at your side.

“That damn bastard of a horse bit me! Nearly took off my fucking hand!”

“Then don’t get close enough to him for him to grab you!” You raised your voice to match his, holding his gaze as he glared at you.

Micah took a step towards you, knowing very well that he could use his height to appear more intimidating. But you weren’t one to back down so easily.

“Maybe if someone taught you a lesson in manners, that horse would behave better.”

“You don’t get to say shit about me and my manners, Bell.” You shook your head, pointing at him with the tip of the knife. “Don’t touch my horse, or I’ll put a knife between your ribs.”

You moved to return to the potatoes but Micah wasn’t about to let you off so easily.

“Now see, girl, I don’t much care for that attitude you have.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you back around to face him. You didn’t even get a chance to use the knife to defend yourself because he’d grabbed the arm that you held the knife in.

“Let me go, Micah.” You spoke through your teeth, glaring up at him.

“Oh, Mr. Morgan isn’t here to save you, sweetheart. You’ve gotta face the consequences of your actions.” He smirked as he looked down at you. His grip on your arm was unbelievably tight and no matter how much you tried to get loose, you couldn’t seem to break free. “Don’t you raise your voice at me like I’m some little bitch of yours. I’m not your cowpoke. I ain’t scared of you, and I ain’t scared–,”

You cut him off by headbutting him. He immediately released you and stumbled back, cursing.

“Don’t put your hands on my horse, Micah Bell.” You repeated your warning, readjusting your grip on your knife.

“You think you’re big and bad because you’re sleepin’ with Morgan, don’t you?” Micah took a step towards you, wiping the blood from his lip. “Goddamned whore! Probably sleeping with half the fucking camp too!”

“Micah!” Charles called his name.

You turned your head to see Charles moving towards you and Micah.

“Is she sleeping with you?” Micah pointed an accusing finger at Charles but Charles ignored him.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Charles asked you.

“I’m fine, Charles.” You gave him a little smile, hoping that maybe he’d let the whole thing go. “Just had to have some words with Micah.”

“Looks like it was a little more than a few words.” Charles glared at Micah before following you back towards Pearson’s wagon.

“Well, with someone like Micah Bell, words barely get through to him.” You returned to peeling potatoes. “Too damn stubborn.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

Just a few moments later, Arthur, Bill, Javier, and Lenny returned to camp, hitching their horses up beside Calvin.

Bill tethered Brown Jack to the same post Calvin was on.

“Be careful of Calvin, Bill.” Lenny warned, pointing to your horse. “He likes takin’ a piece off of whoever passes by too close.”

You grinned a little as you listened to them joke around about Calvin. He was a sweet horse, he was just crotchety and being that he was blind in one eye didn’t help that either.

“I think it’s just you boys he don’t like.” You spoke up as the small group made their way into camp. “Kieran can brush him down any time of day and Calvin is just as sweet as could be.”

“That’s ‘cause Kieran sneaks the old man treats.” Javier spoke as he sat down at the table not too far away from Pearson’s wagon. “Found out how to get to Calvin’s heart. Sugarcubes.”

“Oh, it’s just ‘cause Kieran’s a sweet kid.” You teased, eyes flickering up to watch Arthur.

He grunted, shaking his head.

“Ain’t nothin’ sweet about an O’Driscoll.”

You finished cutting up the potato in your hand and then put the knife down.

“Damn bastard!” Karen shouted as she hitched her horse to a post.

“Who are you cursing at, Karen?” Lenny asked.

“Micah! He nearly ran right into me running outta this place!” She brushed her skirt off. “What’s got him all pissed off?”

“The wind probably blew the wrong way.” Arthur said.

You chose to stay quiet. You turned your head to look at Charles. He was near the backside of Pearson’s wagon. His eyes found yours. You took a deep breath, shaking your head just slightly, then turned your attention to Calvin. He was okay, you knew that, but you couldn’t help feeling the need to make sure he was okay.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” You wiped your hands off on a rag and set it on the table before making your way towards the horses.

Arthur took note of your behavior. You usually were the first one to poke fun at Micah, to comment on his antics. It was unlike you to stay silent when his bad attitude was brought up.

Arthur sat down in the seat you’d previously been in, absentmindedly scratching his scruffy jaw.

Seeing that Javier and Lenny were engaged in a conversation of their own, Charles moved to Arthur.

“Arthur?”

“Hey, Charles.” Arthur greeted him.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Arthur nodded and followed Charles towards the lake away from everyone else.

“I didn’t see everything, but I was coming back from switching out guard duty when I saw Micah had ahold Y/N’s arm.”

Arthur’s eyes darted across camp to you.

“Don’t worry, Arthur. She’s okay.” Charles assured him. “I just wanted to tell you because I don’t trust Micah. I don’t know if he’ll do anything or what he was trying to do. I don’t know what goes through that man’s head, and I don’t want anything to happen to Y/N.”

Arthur let out a heavy breath, running his hand over his face. Anger bubble in his veins.

“He’s a snake, Arthur.” Charles spoke quietly.

“I know he is, Charles.” Arthur shook his head, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Did you…. Did you see him put his hands on her in any other way?”

“No. All I caught was him holding her arm and she headbutted him. Caught him right in the nose and mouth.”

“He didn’t hit her or nothin’ did he?”

“Not that I saw.”

Arthur nodded his head, letting out a heavy breath through his nose. He put his hand on Charles’s shoulder, nodding his head once, then moved across camp.

***

You approached Calvin on his right side so that he could see you. His left eye was the one that was blind and he didn’t react well to anyone coming up to him from that side.

“Hey, handsome.” You cooed, smiling softly as you reached out to rub his nose. He huffed and leaned into your touch. Your touch moved along his neck and down his side, then to his hindquarter. “My good boy, huh? Just don’t like no one else, do ya?”

“Think you have a thing for grumpy old fellers.”

You looked up to see Arthur rubbing Taima’s nose.

“I like the challenge that comes with the grumpy ones.”

He chuckled.

“You, uh, you know why Micah left like he did?”

“No.” You shook your head, moving around to Calvin’s blind side. “But it’s hard to tell what’s going through that man’s head.”

“Just thought maybe you’d know since you were here with him.” Arthur thought at loud.

You shook your head. You could feel his eyes on you, studying you like a book.

“You’d tell me if something happened, wouldn’t ya?”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his. You were quiet for a few moments, locking your jaw.

“Charles told you, didn’t he?”

Arthur nodded silently.

“He almost got a knife in his gut. He raised his fist like he was gonna hit Cal ‘cause Cal bit him. But I had it under control. No need to worry. Micah’s just a sour bastard. Don’t like being told off, especially not by a lady.”

Arthur let out a sigh.

You gave Calvin a loving pat on the shoulder and moved to go back to Pearson’s wagon.

“I don’t like leavin’ you here at camp with him.” Arthur followed behind you.

“I know you don’t, but you don’t have much of a choice.” You washed your hands and started to get back to work.

His hand wrapped around your wrist and he carefully pulled you back around to face him.

“Don’t egg him on when I’m not here.”

“I can fight my own fights, Arthur. And I’m not gonna let him hit my horse-,”

“That’s not what I’m sayin’, Y/N.” He cut you off, looking down at you. “If he ever put his hands on you, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill ‘em.”

“I know.” You placed your hand on his chest. “I know. But you, Arthur Morgan, also know that I can kick ass just as good as any man here. You shouldn’t worry so much.”

“I’ll always worry.” Arthur took your hand and brought it up to his lips. “Micah’s a snake.”

“Worrying is bad for such an old man’s heart.” A grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you moved away from him. He allowed you to slip away, watching you return to your chair by Pearson’s table.

Arthur chuckled at you, shaking his head.

***

Arthur settled back into bed, getting comfortable while you changed into a chemise and fixed your hair for the night.

“I think I gotta go to Strawberry tomorrow.”

“What for?” You slipped on your chemise, pulling it down over your head and into place.

“Dutch said there’s someone there who has information on a train comin’ through.” Arthur tucked one hand behind his head and watched you turn to face him. His eyes flickered down to look over you.

Though the lighting from the lamp wasn’t the best, he could see an odd marking on your bicep just above your elbow. It was darker than the rest of your skin and seemed out of place.

Arthur sat up, brows furrowing together.

“Come here a minute, pumpkin.”

“What?”

“Just come here.” He patted the bedside next to him.

You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, confused but unaware of what he had seen.

Now that he was close enough to see just exactly what they were, he could tell they were bruises.

You looked down to see what he was looking at.

“What is that?” You furrowed your brows together.

“Looks like finger shaped bruises.” Arthur just barely brushed his fingers over the markings. “Micah’s lucky I don’t cut off his goddamn hands.”

“Don’t, Arthur.” Your eyes shot up to find his. “I’m serious.”

“I am too.” Anger clouded his blue eyes, making them a stormy gray instead of the pretty vibrant blue you adored so much.

“He ain’t worth you gettin’ in trouble, Arthur. I probably broke his nose anyways.” You stood up. “Let’s go to bed.”

Arthur was silent as he laid back down and you climbed into bed with him. You curled up against his side, resting your head on his chest.

“Just don’t want nothin’ to happen to you, pumpkin.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head.

“Nothin’s gonna happen to me.” You assured him.

***

Once Arthur was sure you were asleep, he put his clothes back on and slipped out of his tent.

He looked around camp, spotting a small group gathered around a campfire near Pearson’s tent. He could spot Dutch, Hosea, Javier, Bill, John, and most importantly Micah.

Arthur took a deep breath, fighting the urge to cross the camp and start throwing punches at Micah.

Instead, he calmly made his way to the fire and sat down on the log next to John.

“Thought you went to bed.” John commented.

“Nah, can’t sleep.” Arthur shook his head.

“Arthur! So glad you could join us!” Dutch’s voice was unnecessarily loud. Arthur hoped you wouldn’t wake up.

“Hi, Dutch.”

“Thought you and Miss Y/L/N had gone off to bed for the night, cowpoke.” Micah offered him a beer but Arthur declined, lips pressing together in a tight line. “What happened?”

“Figured I’d stay up a little longer. Spend some time with you guys.” Arthur forced a smile on to his lips. “Don’t get to do that much anymore, do I?”

“No, as a matter of fact you don’t. You’re either off playing hero or-or…. or your off playing hero.” Bill swayed in his seat. He had too much to drink.

“Or you know, you’ve got certain people around here up your ass.” Micah shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t have time to sit around and drink with your brothers.”

John furrowed his brows, looking over at Micah.

“What the hell are you talking about, Bell?”

“Shut up, Marston.”

“You know what? Maybe you’re right.” Arthur tilted his head to the side a little as he looked at Micah. “What happened to your nose? I’ve never noticed it was so crooked.”

Micah scowled.

“Or maybe it’s not.” Arthur shrugged his broad shoulders. “Maybe I just never got a good look at it.”

“My god, Arthur, I think you’re right.” Hosea leaned forward as if to take a closer look at Micah’s nose. “Looks absolutely terrible, Micah. You might need to get that checked out.”

“Go to hell.” Micah started to stand up.

Arthur stood up too, stepping towards Micah.

“The next time you think about putting your hands on Y/N or her horse, the least of your concerns is gonna be her breakin’ your nose or pullin’ a knife on you, you hear me?” He spoke lowly.

Micah held his gaze for a few moments before turning and skulking away.

Arthur turned back to those who sat at the fire. Everyone was silent and didn’t know what to say.

“Is Y/N okay?” Hosea asked.

“She’s fine.” Arthur muttered, clenching his fist together. “I don’t like that fella.”

“Don’t think many of us do.” John sighed, standing to his feet.

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heart-of-gold-outlaw · 3 years

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Welcome Home | Chapter Ten: Still Breathing

Finally—finally—, the day comes to rescue Sean. You honestly don’t know what to expect. Most of the others in camp aren’t much help, referring to Sean with a roll of their eyes and something along the lines of: “half a mind to let the bounty hunters keep him.”

They should be saying that about Micah, you think to yourself as you watch Charles and Arthur saddle their horses. Maybe then Dutch’ll kick him out.

Still, Sean is a bit of a wildcard to you. You won’t figure out what he’s really like until you meet him, and until then, you decide to keep an open mind. Worst case scenario? He’s Micah’s long-lost brother. Best case scenario? He’s… well. Maybe it’s best not to think about all the things he could be. Keep yourself on your toes.

You sit on a tree stump while the boys get ready. Taima is an absolute beauty of a horse, and you can tell by the way Charles dotes on her that she’s got a good life. Briefly, thoughts of having a horse of your own cross your mind. That appaloosa gelding is probably still for sale in Valentine. Maybe if you can get enough money, you can buy him.

Arthur and Charles take their sweet time packing more than enough ammo, which means you quickly get bored. Every scratchy detail on the tree stump bothers you, too. Hopping to your feet, you decide to get some chores done. Everyone’s been so preoccupied with the big upcoming rescue, they’ve neglected some of the finer details in camp.

The ax is in its usual spot, surrounded by whole logs that need to be chopped. You grab ahold of the handle. It feels lighter than it used to, and you realize you’re getting stronger.

Goodbye noodle arms, you think as you bring the ax down on to the first log. You don’t quite split it, but it’s getting closer than ever. And hello Jack Lumber.

A few chops in, you feel the muscles in the back of your neck tense. Someone’s behind you, and you’re not quite sure who. But soon enough, a low, sinister chuckle reaches your ears. Micah.

“Well,” he says. “Looks like the camp nuisance is finally doing some work.”

You slowly count to three before turning around. Micah stands by you, a little too close for your liking, and he’s got a smirk on his face that twists your gut something awful. You’ve started wearing a gun belt, and the hand that isn’t holding the ax inadvertently twitches toward your revolver.

“You know something, Y/N?” He takes a step toward you. “I think you’re starting to wear out your welcome.”

Fire ignites in your chest. No. No. Micah doesn’t get to do this, try and make you second-guess yourself and your place in the gang—especially not after you’ve just started feeling comfortable.

“Back off, you useless mineral,” you hiss.

Micah’s lips curl into a snarl as he takes another step toward you. This one feels infinitely more threatening, and you barely keep yourself from taking a step back. You’ll be damned if Micah wins this fight.

“Take another step,” you warn, “and I’ll jump rope with your intestines.”

Honestly, you don’t really expect him to feel threatened, but the odd choice in words is enough to throw him off. You can see him trying to process everything you said, which gives you enough time to throw the ax down and skedaddle.

Your heart thuds frantically in your chest as you hurry to Arthur and Charles. Micah won’t try anything if you’re with them; that much, you know for sure.

“We ready to go?” You ask as nonchalantly as you can. “If I chop one more piece of wood, I’ll have to start wearing flannel.”

Charles looks confused at “flannel,” but Arthur frowns as he glances over at the chopping block. His expression hardens when he sees Micah storming away.

“Micah giving you trouble?” He asks, a hint of something dangerous in his voice.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” You go to lean against the hitching post, miss, and almost topple over. Face burning, you settle for folding your arms over your chest.

Arthur and Charles exchange looks.

“If he tries anything,” Charles tells you, calm and steady, “let us know. We’ll take care of it.”

We’ll take care of it. How a statement so simple and so general can sound that dangerous, you’ll never know. You wordlessly nod, not knowing how to respond.

Charles leaves, then, to go saddle Taima. You look to Arthur, ready to follow him to Florence, who’s already tacked up and ready. But he doesn’t move.

“Micah been buggin’ you a lot?”

You shake your head. “Not really. I mean, he gave me a hard time when I was cleaning up Pearson’s wagon a while ago, but Hosea scared him off.”

Arthur turns to look at you. “And today?”

“Oh.” You think back to the confrontation. “Well, he called me the ‘camp nuisance’ and said I was starting to wear out my welcome.”

A glint of fury flashes through Arthur’s eyes as he throws a glare in Micah’s general direction. You shiver involuntarily. Thank goodness you’re not on a certain cowboy’s bad side.

“I’ve been called worse, to be honest,” you say with a shrug, and smile slightly when Arthur looks at you again. “I’m kinda used to it.”

He gives you a troubled frown instead of sharing your nonchalance. Confused, you feel your smile waver a little.

“What?” You ask.

“You…” Arthur begins, trails off, then continues: “You know it ain’t true, right?”

“What isn’t?”

“The part about being a nuisance. You ain’t wearing out your welcome, either.”

Something pulls at your heart, something strong, and you’re suddenly at a loss for words. You’ve had so many doors slammed in your face, so many people come and go, never staying, never even wanting to stay… And you couldn’t do anything but watch them leave.

“Oh,” is all you manage around a tight throat.

Arthur looks at you some more. His eyes are soft now, soft and full of what you think is understanding. He reaches out, maybe to put a hand on your shoulder, but apparently thinks better of it and instead motions for you to follow him. You trail a little behind as he walks toward Florence. You ain’t wearing out your welcome, either. Did… did Arthur really mean that? Does that mean the rest of the gang, minus Micah, feels the same way? You can’t help but shake your head in wonder. You don’t think you’ll ever understand these people.

Once you catch up, Arthur easily swings himself on top of Florence, then hauls you into the saddle behind him. You’re starting to get used to horseback. Florence may be absolutely massive, but you don’t feel so unsteady anymore. In fact, you might actually like riding.

“We’re meeting up with Javier just outside of Blackwater,” Charles says as he brings Taima over. “Trelawney thinks the bounty hunters will bring Sean upriver.”

Arthur nods and sets a steady trot out of camp. “Good. We can probably cut ‘em off when they reach the border. I think there’s a canyon that’ll give us some decent cover.”

“Any luck, we’ll take them by surprise.” Charles urges Taima into a canter, which Florence matches. “How many do you think there’ll be?”

“For Sean?” Arthur laughs, and you try not to look too enamored. “Any pair of fools could handle him. But there’ll be a lot of ‘em, no doubt.”

Charles hums in thought, but doesn’t say anything else. Much of the ride passes in comfortable silence. Although you want to focus on admiring the scenery and marvel at the lack of, well, everything, you find yourself thinking about the upcoming fight. You may not know a lot about the past, but you’ve seen enough Westerns to know bounty hunters always put up a hell of a fight. That, and they always keep coming right when you think you’ve killed them all.

Your revolver suddenly feels heavy in its holster. You bite your lip, a little unsure. Yes, you’ve used it once at Six Point Cabin, and yes, you’ve managed to hit a few bottles, but those were honestly lucky shots. And neither of them were shooting back.

Bounty hunters, though? Different story. For as much bravado as you showed Dutch during his little tirade, you have to admit that you’re a little nervous. It’ll be your first real gunfight. You’ll have Arthur and Charles looking out for you, but you can’t help the anxiety knotting deep in your gut.

If I die, I die, you think. No going back now.

///

Conversation lags for the remainder of the ride. Eventually, after crossing a small river, you’re in what Arthur tells you is West Elizabeth. It looks… well, it looks like a perfect snapshot of a history textbook. Rolling hills and open land, bison… it’s absolutely stunning.

Off in the distance, you see two people looking over the edge of a cliff. You recognize Javier, but you don’t recognize the other man, with his mustache and mischievous eyes. He smiles when he sees Arthur and Charles, then peers at you curiously.

“And who might this be?” He asks as Arthur dismounts, leaving you alone atop Florence.

Your brain goes into a blue screen of death, and before you know what you’re doing, you say: “My name is an enigma and holds all the secrets of the universe.”

“That would be Y/N,” Arthur says, exasperated. He helps you down and grabs his rifle from the saddle. “Y/N, this is Josiah Trelawney.”

Trelawney bows with a flourish. “At your service, my dear.”

You instantly decide you like him. Waving hello to Javier, you approach the edge of the cliff, crouching low like everyone else.

“Sean?” Arthur asks as he looks down the scope of his rifle.

“I think he’s in that boat over there.” Javier gestures to a small vessel upriver. “Think they’re docking to take him further inland.”

Arthur turns the scope, then gives a hum of confirmation. “That’s him alright. Giving those bounty hunters hell.”

Trelawney nods and rises before mounting his horse. Setting a slow walk, he motions for everyone to follow him. Arthur helps you on to Florence, and then you’re off once more.

“If we do this right,” Trelawney says, “we can cut them off. Remember: we’re just innocent folk out for a ride on the trail. Let’s not draw their attention just yet.”

The five of you ride toward a canyon. Ahead, you can see the boat docked at the shore, along with several well-armed, intimidating bounty hunters standing guard. They don’t look like they’re in much of a mood to negotiate. In fact, they look ready to shoot on sight.

Everyone takes cover around the bend. Trelawney, odd man that he is, seems more preoccupied with his coat than the problem at hand.

“Now ain’t the time for a fashion statement,” Arthur drawls.

“Au contraire, my dear fellow,” Trelawney says with a smile. “Bounty hunters are even more gullible than hillbillies. I have to look the part if I’m going to make the proper distraction.”

Then, before any of you can say a word otherwise, Trelawney strides confidently toward the bounty hunters. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but you just know he’s spinning a tale bigger than the Grizzlies. He waves his arms in a grandiose gesture. In another situation, you would have mistaken it for part of the act. But now, along with Arthur, Charles, and Javier, you recognize it for what it is: a signal.

Arthur fires a quick shot, striking one of the bounty hunters between the eyes. From there, it’s chaos. All you can hear is the sound of gunfire and shouting. You take cover behind a rock, firing your revolver without really trying to hit anything. You don’t know if any of your bullets find their marks. Honestly? Probably not.

“Let’s push up on ‘em,” Arthur commands.

You stick close by him as you make your way up the canyon. The bounty hunters have regrouped by now, which lets them put up more of a fight. A bullet whizzes by your ear—too close for you to ignore—and you yelp and duck further into cover.

Arthur quickly lays down some cover fire, then hauls you up and pulls you behind a larger rock. You don’t even have time to tell him thank you. The firefight picks up again, bullets flying, ricocheting, sometimes hitting their targets, sometimes hitting the canyon walls. It takes nearly all your self-control to keep a level head.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Javier reloading his guns, but also just barely peeking out of cover. You look up the canyon trail. There, off in the distance, half-hidden by gun smoke and dust, you can just barely make out the silhouette of a bounty hunter—and he’s aiming right at Javier.

You steel yourself. You’re not some useless coward who needs to be protected. You’re a member of the Van Der Linde Gang—an outlaw. And one of your own is in danger.

Your anxiety flees, replaced by determination. Edging ever-so-slightly out of cover, you fire off a shot toward the bounty hunter, then duck back behind the boulder. A pained yell tells you that you hit your mark, and it’s followed by silence.

Javier looks at the fallen bounty hunter, then at you. He nods his head in thanks. Smiling, you tip your fingers in a mock-salute, then follow Arthur as he pushes further up the canyon.

It doesn’t take long for your little group to reach a clearing. Right away, you see someone dangling upside down from a tree. He’s also surrounded by vicious-looking men who you would honestly rather avoid.

Well,you think to yourself. That must be Sean.

The bounty hunters have been expecting you, and they fire several warning shots into the tree line. You duck behind the trunk of a massive pine. To your right, you see Arthur considering the situation, trying to figure out the best approach. On your left, Javier and Charles wait on a signal. You don’t know what happened to Trelawney, but you think he’s alright.

“If we can get around them,” Arthur eventually says, “we can come at them from all sides.”

Javier grins. “Like shooting fish in a barrel.”

Charles gives him a look. “Only the fish can shoot back.”

Arthur nods, then looks back toward the clearing. “Someone’s gotta get to Sean quick as they can. I got a feeling he’s gonna be bait.”

“I’ll do it,” you tell him. “There’s enough cover behind that tree he’s tied up in. I’ll be fine.”

For a long, long moment, Arthur looks uncertain. But when you give him a pleading look, silently begging him to let you prove yourself, he sighs and folds the cards.

“Alright,” he agrees. “Wait until you got a clear opening, then go for it.”

Everyone heads off in opposite directions, leaving you to prepare yourself for the sprint of the century. One by one, the boys shoot the bounty hunters, hitting each with impeccable aim. Then, almost before you’re ready, you spy the perfect opportunity.

Making a beeline for Sean, you dive behind the tree just as the bullets start flying again. You sit there for a few seconds, catching your breath. You can’t believe you’re still alive. All that time in open space, and not a single scratch on you.

“It’s over!” You hear one of the bounty hunters shout.

He sounds dangerously close to you. Peeking around the tree, you see him standing not a foot away, pointing his rifle at Sean.

Shit.

You duck back into hiding before you’re spotted. This is exactly what you didn’twant to happen, and it happened anyway. Wracking your brain for ideas, you look around for anything that could be of use.

Think think think think think think—

There’s a corpse not too far from you, and you spy a knife on its belt. Moving purely on instinct and adrenaline, you snatch it from its sheath, turn back to the bounty hunter, and shove it through his throat right in the middle of his next sentence. He stays on his feet for maybe a second longer, then collapses.

You slowly back away from him. Dimly, you realize that the fire fight is over, that everyone else is okay, but you can’t bring yourself to focus on that. All you can do is stare at the body on the ground… the man you just killed.

“You alright there, friend?” Sean asks, still upside down.

“Uh,” your voice sounds far away to your own ears, “yeah. I’m fine.”

After that, you have maybe five seconds before your stomach lurches. Doubling over, you heave violently for a while before coughing, spitting out the taste in your mouth, and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“Hiya Sean. I’m Y/N.”

Accompanying Music: Still Breathing | Green Day

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Cousin Mine

Y/N had only meant to go outside for a bit of fresh air and a cigarette.

There were so many people inside the house and it was beginning to get overwhelming - not to mention the fact people get coming up to her and offering her their sympathies.

She’d never particularly liked Grace. But, somehow, the woman had become a maternal figure in her life despite only really being in it a few years.

Her death had rocked Y/N and she still didn’t quite know what was happening.

Opening the Grace Shelby institute - the actual title was a lot longer and more tedious but Y/N couldn’t be bothered to remember it in its entirety - was meant to help with that loss and to cope with it and to move on.

Y/N sighed, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as she dropped her cigarette onto the gravel and squished it out with her heel. She turned to step back inside when someone shoved past her, evidently in a hurry.

“Oi!” Y/N yelled, turning to watch them run towards a car. “Watch where you’re fucking going.”

The person slowed down and Y/N could now see they were holding a squirming child in their arms.

The child turned their head and Y/N felt her stomach drop as Charlie looked back at her, his eyes watering with tears.

“What the fuck are you doing with my nephew?” Y/N demanded, marching forwards towards the person, hand reaching for the gun she had in her coat pocket.

Two men suddenly grabbed her arms from behind, pulling her backwards harshly. Y/N stumbled, her shoes slipping on the gravel of the driveway and she tried to fight them off. She went to scream but one of them put a piece of cloth over her mouth and nose.

Y/N tried not to breathe in whatever was on it but her lungs burnt for air and eventually she did, her knees buckling underneath her as whatever drug was on the cloth took hold and knocked her out.

Tommy sighed as the women finally left him, moving off to go interrogate someone else. He looked around and frowned slightly as he saw no sign of his son in the room.

He looked around again, glancing over at where John’s children were playing.

Still no Charlie.

“Where’s Charles, Ada?” Tommy asked, approaching his sister.

Ada frowned, looking up at him from the man she’d been talking to. “I gave him to you.”

Tommy shook his head slightly, staring at his sister. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

Tommy tried not to let panic overwhelm just yet. He walked over to John and Arthur, trying to ignore his heartbeat increasing. “Boys. Have you seen Charlie?”

“I don’t know, he’s playing isn’t he?” John asked, his eyes narrowing slightly at his brothers panicked state.

Tommy turned around and walked up to Polly. “Pol, where’s Charles?” He asked, pulling her away from whatever conversation she was having with Esme and the mayor.

Polly looked at him blankly, her eyes widening a fraction in concern. Tommy turned and moved on to Lizzie.

“Lizzie. Where is Charlie?” Tommy demanded, looking at her and Linda.

“I don’t know,” Lizzie replied, shaking her head, frowning.

Tommy was beginning to panic.

His son was missing.

He turned around and walked back to his brothers, pointing at them and listing off locations to go and search as he himself began to panic even more.

“Tommy,” Ada called, running up to them. “Somebody said they saw a nurse take him through the back door.”

“What nurse?” Arthur asked, grabbing Ada’s arm.

“I don’t know,” Ada replied, pushing him towards the door. “Go.”

Arthur ran out the door and began searching the staircase by the backdoor, running up it and then back down it.

“Arthur,” Ada called, running up to him and grabbing the banister.

“What?” Arthur asked, running past her, back down the stairs.

“Somebody said they saw a woman and a kid getting into a car,” Ada, said, following him. “They also said there looked like a girl was with them.”

Arthur paused, halfway down the stairs, and looked back up at Ada, frowning. “What girl?”

“I don't...” Ada trailed off, her eyes widening as she realised.

“Y/N,” Arthur muttered, his own panic growing even more. “Fuck.”

Tommy looked around as John emerged outside the house. “John?”

Arthur then appeared, looking very flustered and even more panicked than before. “John, call Moss. Tell him to block the junctions. Go!”

John nodded at Arthur and turned around, running back into the house.

“Arthur, where is he?” Tommy asked, looking up at his brother as he walked up to him. Arthur put a hand on the back of Tommy’s neck, the other on his cheek. “Arthur, tell me.”

“Someone took him,” Arthur said as gently as he could. Tommy shoved him off but Arthur grabbed him, forcing him to look at him. “Listen to me,” he said, putting a hand on Tommy’s head as his brother buried his head against him, “they put him in a car and drove south. Tom, listen...”

Tommy looked up at him, wondering what else Arthur could possibly say to make his day worse. “What?”

“They took Y/N too,” Arthur said slowly, eyeing his brother carefully incase he needed to catch him. “She was outside when they took Charlie and tried to stop them but got caught in it, apparently.”

Tommy was panicking even more. He couldn’t breathe. “What?”

He fell against his brother and Arthur held him against his chest, keeping him upright as he put a hand on the back of his head, cradling him.

“We’ll find her, Tommy,” Arthur said, trying to reassure himself too. “We’ll find them both.”

Y/N had no idea how long she’d been out for.

Nor did she have any idea as to where she even was.

It looked like the back room of a church. It smelt like a church.

The cross hanging on the wall opposite her confirmed the fact it was, indeed, a church.

Charlie had gurgled happily upon seeing his aunt awake and had made grabby hands at her. Y/N, swallowing down her own fear, had smiled at her nephew and picked him up, holding him against her.

He was now fast asleep in her lap, and she was gently stroking her nephews hair. Her right hand was tied to the radiator behind her, the rope tight enough around her wrist that it was beginning to hurt.

When she’d woken up, the Reverend had walked in and she’d given the him what for and had ended up being slapped.

Her face was still burning and she knew that there was a significant bruise forming on her right cheek and that her lip was cut - she’d been tasting the metallic tang of blood ever since.

Charlie was confused as to what was happening, but seeing his aunt had made him content enough.

Y/N sighed, leaning her head back against the radiator. She bite her lip, hard, as she tried not to cry in front of her nephew.

She hated this.

She hated Tommy.

She hated everyone.

But she was so, so desperate for someone to come rescue her.

Y/N knew that, if Charlie hadn’t been here, she would be raising hell, right now, and breaking down windows and doors and fighting to escape. But she couldn’t risk anything happening to Charlie as a result of her actions.

So, she sat.

And waited.

The sun appeared and then disappeared and then appeared. Y/N watched it through the window, mentally counting the minutes, the hours.

She fell asleep at one point and woke up with a start when Charlie had poked her face to wake her up.

The sun was disappearing once again when the door to the back room was unlocked and pulled open.

Y/N sat up, unconsciously tightening her grip on Charlie as the Reverend walked in holding a tray.

“Good evening,” he said, smiling.

Y/N tried not to show how afraid she was as he walked up to her and crouched down, putting the tray on the floor in front of her.

“Hi, little one,” he said as Charlie raised his head and looked at him. He held out a sliver spoon to him. “Want a shiny spoon?”

“Leave him the fuck alone,” Y/N warned, holding Charlie close to her as she glared up at the man.

The Reverend tutted as he turned to look at Y/N. “Such language from a young woman is inappropriate,” he said, shaking his head. “I wish I could’ve taught you better.”

“You’re a fucking creep,” Y/N snapped, still glaring.

The sound of the slap he delivered bounced off the white-washed walls. Y/N gasped as her head was forcibly turned to the side. The Reverend leant forward and grabbed her chin, holding it tightly.

“Listen here you bitch,” he hissed. “I won’t harm the child, but if you don’t start to learn to respect me, I will hurt you.”

He let go of her and turned back to Charlie who was gurgling happy, completely oblivious, at the spoon his hand.

Y/N’s head turned to look at the open door as she heard footsteps approach it. The Reverend frowned slightly as he, too, heard them and stood up, walking to the door and standing just outside it.

“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” The Reverend asked who ever was out there.

Y/N couldn’t see what was going and could only, really, hear the Reverend.

“Please don't,” he said, sounding panicked. “Please don’t shoot. Please don’t shoot. Please don’t.”

Y/N heard someone grunt and the sound of fighting. Hoping it was rescue and not someone else who’d come to kidnap her, she reached forward for the bowl in front of her.

She smashed it on the wall behind her, soup and shards of ceramic going everywhere.

Charlie began to whimper as Y/N swore loudly, a shard of the bowl cutting her left hand as she picked it up.

“I know, Charlie, I know,” she muttered as she began cutting the rope. The blood was dripping down her arm and onto her dress which had long since been ruined, but she kept going.

“Do you know who you’re fucking messing with?” The Reverend yelled and Y/N could hear another man grunting.

Y/N’s efforts increased as she heard the sound of someone choking. She growled, pulling on the rope as she tried to pull it free from the radiator.

“No!”

Y/N froze as the rope finally snapped and her hand fell limply to the floor in to a pool of blood.

Michael was out there.

“Go call Finn,” Michael said to whoever else was out there with him.

Y/N didn’t hear anything else as she forced herself to stand up, almost falling over as her legs protested.

She could hear the Reverend choking for air and recognised the sound of a dying man as he gurgled on, what she presumed was his own blood. She grasped the wall behind her and pushed herself up, stumbling over to the open door.

Charlie had crawled over to the door and was throwing random pencils around, cooing happily at Michael.

Y/N could see the outline of the Reverend, dead on the floor, and spotted the edge of her cousin as he sat against the wall next to the door.

She quietly walked up to the door and slid down the wall, facing Charlie. She could hear Michael’s shaking breath and reached out her right hand around the door frame.

Michael looked to his left and saw his cousin’s hand reaching out for his. He lowered his blood soaked one and clenched hers tightly, ignoring the way they both shook.

Y/N leant her head against the wall and sighed softly, holding Michael’s hand tightly as she watched Charlie, oblivious to what had happened, playing happily on the floor.

After a minute, Y/N crawled around to the other side of the wall and sat next to Michael, stretching her legs out in front of her.

She didn’t say anything about the blood dripping down his face, or the fact the Reverend had been killed by his own rosary.

Michael hadn’t said anything about what had happened to him at the hands of the now dead man, but Y/N didn’t have to have a vivid imagination to picture it.

She hoped the man was rotting in hell.

Y/N looked up at Michael, who was staring straight ahead, eyes wide, and dropped her head on to his shoulder.

Michael glanced down at her. He hesitated for a moment but then lowered his head to rest on top of hers.

There were still lights on inside the office as they walked inside. Y/N followed behind Michael, forcing herself to keep walking even though she was aching with every step.

Her cousin was holding Charlie in his arms and almost as soon as he stepped through the front door, Polly and Ada ran out and took him from him, both crying in relief at Charlie being safe and in one piece.

Y/N came to a stop next to her cousin and took his hand in hers, trying not to lean on him too much as she swayed slightly.

She had blood on her dress, the red staining the fabric that had once been light blue.

Polly turned and looked at her son and niece, her eyes catching the dried blood on Michael’s face, the ruined skin on Y/N’s right hand, the dried blood on her dress and the bruise on her cheeks.

Y/N tried not to flinch as Polly put a hand to her cheek, her thumb gently tracing over the bruises and her cut lip. She looked at her aunt, unable to form a sentence as she dropped her hand and turned to look at her son.

Michael stared straight ahead as his mother embraced him gingerly.

Polly stepped back, watching as Michael turned around, Y/N following him silently as they both left. She watched them both with a sad face, seeing how defeated and broken they both looked.

Michael stopped outside the office front door and let go of Y/N’s hand, putting his hands on her shoulders and turning her to face him. He silently tilted her chin up, eyes scanning her bruised and bloodied face as she looked up at him.

Y/N reached up and wiped away a speck of blood from her cousins eyebrow and blinked against the tears forming in her eyes. One escaped and trickled down her face, dripping off her chin.

Without a word, Michael brought Y/N against him and held her tightly, hand coming to rest on the back of her head.

Y/N relaxed into her cousins grip and closed her eyes. She put her hands under his jacket and around his waist, burying her hands in the bunched up fabric of his shirt and breathing in the smell of his cologne.

Neither one of them would ever say what they did that night.

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