#goody robicheaux

[heliads]

YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN, I’M SO HAPPY, AHHHHH!!!

Okay, so I’ve had a few ideas for requests to send in to you, but of course my first one is for The Magnificent Seven!! I would like to request my beloved Goodnight Robicheaux with a gender-neutral reader in a modern AU, where Goody’s a veteran moving into a small town and opening up a shooting range after retiring from the military (and maybe the rest of the Seven are his old friends from when he served), and he falls in love with the town librarian? Basically just kind of a cute Hallmark movie-style Southern romance. <3

Thanks in advance, bestie, and I hope you’re doing well!! 🖤

'a new story' - goodnight robicheaux

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If there’s any place to meet somebody, it would have to be the public library. Every day, from the moment you open the doors to the minute they’re closed in the evening, you witness a steady parade of all kinds of people here on all kinds of business. There’s the usual crowd of exhausted parents with exuberant kids in the childrens’ section, then the frantic researchers, the laptop-laden students. There’s always a good-sized group on the computers, not to mention the people picking up their holds or perusing the endless aisles. Always the same story. Always the same faces.

As one of the head librarians, you’ve had plenty of years to study the constant cycle of customers. You’ve had time to watch kids grow into teenagers and leave for university, plus the steady progression of literary tastes, like when avid science fiction fans start to reach for the nonfiction titles instead of just their favorite series. This means that you know most of the regulars pretty well. It also means that, when a stranger comes to town, it’ll be sooner or later before they drop by the library.

It’s a small town. Gossip spreads faster than the morning news. You’ve heard word of a house sold on one of the eastern roads of town, then a score of empty cardboard boxes piled in the front yard as its new inhabitant moved in. Although you’ve yet to see the newcomer for yourself, rumor has it that he’s a kind-looking man who tends to stick to himself. He’s supposedly opening up a shooting range on the far side of town, which would agree with the pre-conceived notion that he’s a military veteran returning from service.

A few of your friends have taken it upon themselves to go on drives together that coincidentally end up past the newcomer’s house. You’ve never joined one of those reconnaissance missions, despite their urging; why bother? At some point, he’ll end up crossing your threshold. The library’s a core part of your small town. Everyone comes here eventually.

This inevitability is apparently not a belief shared by your friends. They roll their eyes and tease you about your distaste for snooping, but happily relate their intel anyway. The man’s name is Goodnight Robicheaux, likely a nickname from his military days. They’ve invited him to a few social events along with the rest of the town, but he rarely shows up, and on the odd occasion that he is there, will only linger for a few minutes before leaving again. They would scorn him for it, but it’s obvious that the man is quite shy, so his absence can’t be blamed on any disinclination for the town.

Your patience is rewarded a week or two after Goodnight’s arrival to town when he darkens the door of the library one sunny morning. You’re at the circulation desk, as per usual, so you have the perfect view of the front door when he shows up. The man must be Goodnight; you know everyone else, so you can’t resist a few curious glances snuck his way. Silver occasionally threads through his dark hair, and his eyes continuously scan the room, as if searching for someone hiding in the shadows.

Goodnight hesitates by the door, looking as if he’d like to approach your desk but a little too wary to commit to the task. You’re trying to decide whether you should wave at him or something, but you’re interrupted by a young girl running up to your desk to ask where she can find books on rocket ships.

You answer her with a smile, listening to all of her eager facts about outer space before pointing her to the childrens’ science section and giving her a call number scrawled down on a Post-It note so she can find a few books. This little encounter must win you over in Goodnight’s mind, because you can see him smiling at the scene out of your peripheral vision, and once the little girl leaves, he takes her place in front of the circulation desk.

“‘Morning,” he says cautiously.

“Good morning,” you return, “You must be Goodnight.”

The corners of his lips flick up into a grin, and it occurs to you that you probably shouldn’t know this, having never met him before today. “I think you’re a little more acquainted with me than I am.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look at the desk in front of you, it’s less triumphant than his smile. “My apologies. Gossip flies around here.”

“Oh, I can understand that,” he says. “I’ll accept your apology, but only if you give me your name, too. I reckon it would be unfair if you knew me but I didn’t know you. It’s hardly a proper way to start a friendship.”

You risk a glance up towards him, but his smile is warm this time, so you give him a smile in return. “I’d like that very much. My name is Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

He nods. “Y/N L/N. Lovely name. It suits you.”

You laugh. “Do you flirt with every stranger you meet?”

“Only the nice ones,” he supplies.

“I’ll take that,” you allow. “What can I do for you today, Mr. Robicheaux?”

“Call me Goodnight, please,” he insists, “And I’d love to sign up for a library card, if that wouldn’t cause you too much trouble. There are a couple of books I’d like to check out on running a small business. It can’t hurt to stay informed.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” you breeze, rummaging through your desk for the application form and a pen.

Goodnight retreats to a nearby table to fill out the form, although he returns to you straight away, and the two of you end up talking for far longer than is strictly necessary to turn in the form. You’ve just met him, but you’re already quite fond of his company. He’s got a certain cadence to his words that gives you the sense that he’s choosing them carefully, like he needs every syllable to be perfect so he can win you over. It makes you feel important, and although every new man in town probably wants to make a good first impression, you swear Goodnight is trying extra hard with you.

Eventually, he’s forced away for business, and he tells you his farewells with no small amount of reluctance. You watch him leave, one hand propping up your chin so you can pine appropriately.

One of your coworkers swings by, eyeing the closing door with intrigue. “You know, I think that’s the longest conversation he’s had with anyone here. Interesting.”

“If you consider other people’s day-to-day conversations interesting, I suppose it would be,” you say crisply, choosing to fix up a stack of bookmarks on the corner of the circulation desk instead of meeting her fascinated gaze.

The other librarian laughs. “I do when the two of you are flirting that much. I didn’t realize working up front gave you that much invitation for good-looking men to smile at you like that, or I would have tried to switch positions with you ages ago.”

“That’s your loss,” you laugh, but you can’t help a proud smile from lingering on your lips. 

You quite like the idea of Goodnight sticking by you the longest, even if it probably means nothing. The idea that it could mean something is quite exciting to you. The reason for that is, of course, pointless to describe, but the aftereffects are nothing short of captivating.

When a week passes by without a single sight of the man, though, you’re starting to think that you may have misread things after all. Just when you’re giving up the last of your hopes of a meet-cute situation, the bell over the door chimes and into the library walks Goodnight Robicheaux. Smiling. Looking directly at you. 

Unable to help yourself, you smile back at home. Ignoring the aisles of books on either side of him, Goodnight walks to you and stops on the other side of the circulation desk, hands in his pockets. 

“So,” he says.

“So,” you repeat.

He gives you a look of faint, humored consternation before continuing. “I tried coming in here once before, you know. You weren’t there.”

“I apologize on behalf of my schedule,” you smile. “I’m sorry to have missed you.”

“It’s not your fault,” he says hastily. “I just didn’t want you thinking that I didn’t try to come sooner. We’re both busy, that’s all.”

“That we are,” you agree. “I’m glad to see you back, though. If that counts for anything.”

Goodnight’s face comes alive with a smile. “It does. Say, since we’re both so busy, how about I get to know you outside of work? I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime, if that’s not too forward of me.”

You do your best to maintain a straight face, but it’s hard not to let a beaming smile slip through. “I’d like that a lot, Goodnight.”

“Good,” he says, looking relieved, “Good. How about Friday night? I can pick you up.”

You tilt your head to the side, considering this. “What about if I come to you? I’d like to see your range, if that’s alright.”

Judging by the proud look in his eyes, that’s more than alright with him. “I’d like nothing more,” he admits.

You think that you would quite happily stay there talking all day, but you’re called away soon enough on librarian business, and Goodnight has to return to his range, and so the two of you are split up again. This time, though, the parting is sweeter than before, because you know you’re going to see him again soon.

Friday can’t come quickly enough. You put on your finery and catch a ride to Goodnight’s shooting range. You haven’t actually been here before, too scared to show up without him inviting you and be obvious in your need to be around him, so you’re glad for the excuse to walk around.

It’s fairly obvious that you’re not dressed for shooting, so you linger in the lobby instead of going too far inside. One of the employees is lingering by the reception desk, his black hair pulled into a knot near the top of his head. He’s talking to a woman behind the counter, but he straightens up when he sees you.

“Hi,” you say cautiously. “I’m looking for Goodnight. Is he around?”

The man smiles. “You must be Y/N. Yeah, he’s just down the corner, I can walk you over there myself. I’ll see you later, Emma.”

The woman– Emma– smiles and waves him off. You and the dark-haired man set off down the hallway towards the center of the range. “I’m Y/N, but I think you already knew that.”

The man chuckles. “Trust me, Goody talks about you enough that all of us had a general picture. I’m Billy, by the way.”

You nod. “It’s nice to meet you, Billy.” You pause, and then, unable to resist, ask, “So Goodnight’s been talking about me?”

Billy shakes his head ruefully. “You’re the only thing he wants to talk about. Only good things, I promise. He’s a good man. I’ve never known him to badmouth anybody, least of all you. Truth is, I’ve been hoping to meet you for a while now. Goodnight’s one of my oldest friends, we met back during our military days. If someone’s important to him, they’re important to me, too.”

You hum in agreement. “I didn’t realize he had friends in the area, I thought he just moved here.”

Billy nods. “He did, but we moved here first, and he wanted the company. Most of us joined the service to pay for college, and Goody’s been pushing it off for as long as he can. Just got back recently, he did, but we’re all plenty glad to see him again. He’s a good man, Y/N. He deserves good things.”

You meet his gaze steadily. “I know. I hope he gets them, too.”

When you don’t back down, Billy manages a half-smile, as if you’ve passed some sort of test. “Goody’ll be in his office. We’re almost there.”

You glance around at the rows of equipment. “Does he teach classes?”

“You’ll have to ask him,” Billy answers firmly. “That’s Goodnight’s story to tell. The rest of us manage when we can, although I’ve always been more fond of knives than guns.”

The two of you reach the door of Goodnight’s office. Coming to a stop, Billy says, “It was nice to meet you, Y/N,” and you get the sense that he genuinely means it.

“It was nice to meet you too,” you answer him. 

Once Billy leaves, all that’s left to do is knock on the door. Goodnight answers almost immediately, calling for you to come in. He’s seated at his desk when you arrive, but looks up when you open the door. His jaw actually drops when he sees you, and he straightens up at once, standing up to walk over to you.

“Don’t you look special,” he says. “I must be the luckiest man in this whole town to be the one who gets to go out with you.”

You laugh. “Funny, I was about to say the same thing.”

He chuckles, leading you to the door and back out into the sprawling complex of the shooting range. “Everything seems so well organized here,” you marvel. “I can’t believe it all opened up so recently.”

Goodnight sighs ruefully. “It’s been plenty longer than that in the making, trust me. I was fortunate enough to have friends who were willing to pitch in on my harebrained idea.”

“Yes, I met one of them when I arrived,” you comment. “Billy, I think. He was very nice.”

Goodnight perks up when he hears that you met Billy. “Yes, he’s one of my oldest friends. I take it the two of you hit it off?”

“Very well,” you answer.

“Perfect,” Goodnight muses. “He’s an excellent man. Quite knowledgeable about just about everything.”

You nod, glancing around you at the mess of customers coming and going. “I agree. Oh, I meant to ask– do you ever teach classes here? I wouldn’t mind brushing up a little for some self defense.”

To your surprise, Goodnight shakes his head firmly. “Not in the slightest. I don’t take well to guns. I used them plenty back when I was still a part of the service, but those days are over. If I never picked up a gun for the rest of my life, I’d be quite happy about it.”

You frown. “Why’d you open up a place like this if you don’t like being around guns? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

He just lifts a shoulder. “I don’t mind. Truth is, I’m not too sure of that myself. My best reasoning is just that it’s the only thing I know how to do.”

“I can understand that plenty well,” you agree. “Regardless, business seems to be doing well. By all accounts, your venture seems to be a success.”

Goodnight looks at the ground, evidently pleased. “Well, I’d be glad to receive a compliment from you any day. Enough about business, though. I believe we have a date, and I’d like to start on that as soon as I can.”

You laugh. “That’s perfectly fine with me.”

You allow Goodnight to lead you out of the complex and into the crisp night air. Evening is falling fast, and the streetlights shine a path forward to the rest of the town. This is only the beginning of the story, hardly even the first chapter, but already, you can tell that it’s going to be a good one. There will be more dates, more laughter, more quiet smiles shared over candlelight. You intend on chasing each and every one.

requested by @faerieroyal, i hope you enjoy!

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Character Source List

Sources [usually films or television shows - anything else will have notation] will be in bold. Characters will be formatted with their in-universe name, followed by the original character in italics. Name formatting will be [First Name] [Middle Name] ["Nick Name"] [Maiden Name/Original Surname] [Married Name/Taken Surname] as applicable. I will probably also be adding links to everything, but later.

Wanted: Dead or Alive 1958-1961 Joshua Everett "Josh" Randall - Josh Randall

Rawhide 1959-1965 Randolph Jacob "Rowdy" Yates - Rowdy Yates

The Magnificent Seven 1960 Franklin Vaughn "Frank" Randall - Vin Giovanni Vittorio "Gio" Auditore - Bernardo O'Reilly Brittony "Britt" Calvin - Britt Byron Allen Lee III - Lee Carlos "Chico" Hernandez - Chico

The Dollars Trilogy 1964-1966 Jonas Blake "Joey" Yates - The Man With No Name / Joe/Manco/Blondie

Hang 'Em High 1968 Jeremy Cooper "Jed" Yates - Jed Cooper Rachel Warren - Rachel Warren

Once Upon a Time in the West 1969 Emilio "Harmonica" Arman - Harmonica Jorge Gutierrez - Cheyenne

Rustlers' Rhapsody 1985 Revelin "Rex" O'Houlihan - Rex O'Herlihan Peter Twist - Peter

Silverado 1985 [to be honest I'm taking almost all the characters, but main characters/love interests:] Emmett Martell - Emmett Paden Cassidy - Paden Tyree Ransom Ekker - Tyree Hannah Kincaid Weslan [Cobb] - Hannah Weslan Malachi "Mal" Johnson - Malachi "Mal" Johnson Jacob "Rattlesnake Jake" Martell - Jake Stella Bonneville - Stella Rae Johnson - Rae Johnson Phoebe Hartshorne - Phoebe

Quigley Down Under 1990 Matthew Quigley - Matthew Quigley

Maverick 1994 Bret Maverick [Jr.] - Bret Maverick Annabelle Bransford - Annabelle Bransford

The Marshal 1995 Veronica "Ronnie" Davis - Veronica Cole

The Quick and the Dead 1995 Jessamy "Jessie" MacIntyre - The Lady / Ellen Cameron "Cam" McPhee - The Kid / Fee Herod Cortney "Cort" Cobb - Cort

The Magnificent Seven 1998-2000 [much like Silverado I'm taking almost all the characters, but main characters/love interests:] Christian "Chris" Larabee - Chris Larabee Vincent Ulysses "Vin" Tanner - Vin Tanner Nathan Jackson - Nathan Jackson John Daniel "J.D." Dunne - J.D. Dunne Buck Wilmington - Buck Wilmington Ezra Phineas Standish - Ezra Standish Mary Travis - Mary Travis Casey Welles - Casey Welles Inez Recillos - Inez Recillos

Firefly 2002 Robert Malcolm "Bobby" Reynolds - Malcolm "Mal" Reynolds Zoe Martinez - Zoe Alleyne Washbourne Jayne Cobb - Jayne Cobb Eleena Vasquez - Inara Serra Simon Morgan - Simon Tam River Morgan - River Tam Kaylee Frye - Kaywinnit Lee "Kaylee" Frye Sheppard Book - Derrial Book

Supernatural 2005-2020 John Winchester - John Winchester Dean Winchester - Dean Winchester Samuel "Sam" Winchester - Samuel "Sam" Winchester

3:10 to Yuma 2007 Daniel "Dan" Evans - Daniel "Dan" Evans William "Will" Evans - William Evans Benjamin "Ben" Wade - Ben Wade Charles "Charlie" Prince - Charlie Prince

Six of Crows 2015 Caspian/Casimir "Caz" Zima Winters - Kaz Brekker Haruko - Inej Ghafa Christophe "Kit Benny" Benoit - Jesper Fahey Wyatt Vanderbilt - Wylan Van Eck Hannah "Nan" Gallagher - Nina Zenik

The Magnificent Seven 2016 Samuel "Sam" Chisolm - Sam Chisolm Joshua "Josh" Faraday - Josh Faraday Manuel Vasquez - Vasquez Goodnight "Goody" Robicheaux - Goodnight "Goody" Robicheaux Billy Rocks - Billy Rocks Red Harvest - Red Harvest Emma Cullen - Emma Cullen

The Hunters 2020 [a series I am currently working on writing] Elias Hawkins - Elias Walker Hawkins Lucas "Luke" Hearne - Faolan Lucas "Luke" MacTiernan Auryon "Aury" Hearne - Auryon "Aury" Hearne-MacTiernan Hawkins Sebastian "Owl Eyes" St. James Cheyenne - Sylvain Alistair Abigale "Abby" McKenzie - Kindra Arden

Jessta James Music Videos 2021-2022 [specifically Hell's Coming With Me, Loaded Gun, and War Cry] Josiah "Josey" James - Jessta James

Original Characters 2023+ [that I've made for the project] Melissa "Missy" Ekker - Tyree's mother Bethany "Beth" Skinner - a love interest

[dragon-kazansky]

Stand a little closer

Goodnight Robicheaux x Raven

For my darling @starlit-epiphany 😘

Just take his hand and he'll do the rest.

♡♡♡

The night he first laid eyes on her, it was an enchanting evening. It has lived in his mind and his heart every single day since. He dreams of that moment at night.

It's rare to find a soul that fits your own so perfectly. She was exactly that. His other half. The one who was meant to be his in life and in death, when the day shall come.

Even now as she stands across the room with a smile upon her lips and a sparkle in her eye, he is taken back to the night they met. It wasn't too different from tonight.

The other occupants of the room remain unaware to the man who burns with desire. His eyes are trained on her as she goes about her evening with friends. He doesn't want to wait. He wants to take her by the hand and make tonight another night for them to remember for the rest of their lives.

Goody makes his way across the room making barely a sound. No one pays him any mind as he passes through the crowd. He reaches Raven and comes to a stop, watching her with the smallest of smiles on his face. He could just... stare at her forever.

Raven laughs and turns. She sees Goody standing there and she smiles. His expression is soft and she feels her heart beating away in her chest.

Goody says nothing as he holds his hand out to her. Suddenly she feels very nervous. It's not very often she feels like this with him.

Raven takes his hand. His long fingers closer around hers and he guides her away from her company. None of them pay the couple any mind as Goody walks backward without bumping into a single person. Raven can follows where he takes her.

They come to a stop. She watches him curiously. Slowly, he pulls her closer. She follows his lead. Their chests press together as he wraps an arm around her waist, holding her hand in his other. His head rests against hers as they begin to sway.

Goody has never done this before with her. This is very new. Raven doesn't mind it.

He closes his eyes as he listens to the music playing I'm the background. Raven glances at the people around them, but everyone else is too busy with their own business to pay any mind to them.

"Goody?" He hums in response. "Are you alright?" She asks.

"I'm perfect," he replies.

She doesn't ask for any more than that. They sway and sway until the current piece ends. But even they he doesn't completely let go of her.

His lips press against her temple ever so lightly. It barely even happened.

"Do you know what I wish for more than anything?" He asks. She shakes her head. "A lifetime with you."

Raven only smiles.

"You can have that," she tells him.

His hand squeezes hers and they sway again. Continued to be ignored by the other patrons in the saloon. They lose themselves in the feeling of one another.

He loses himself in her later that evening.

Then he has two nights in particular to spend the rest of his days thinking about.

[addieraesfanfic]

LOVE AND WAR CHAPTER 1

goodnight robicheaux x oc

summary: addie and goody haven’t seen each other for years. what will happen when they see each other again? will their love re-kindle?

The second I heard a knock at my door I had a bad feeling in my stomach. I don’t know why, but I did.

“Who is it?” I called out as my hand grazed my pistol that was sitting on my bedside table.

“The name’s Faraday. Joshua Faraday. Sam Chisolm sent me.”

“God damn,” I laughed to myself in pure shock. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Sam. I walked over to open up the door. The man was a little under 6ft, he was probably give or take 4 years older than I was. I gave him a small smile as I held my hand out to shake his. He responded and tipped his hat to me.

“So how did you meet Chisolm? You seem to be a hell of a lot younger than he is.” Faraday asked as we trotted our horses to the “meeting spot”.

“For the record I’m 32 so not that much younger if you ask me. About seven or so years ago I knew a fella named Goodnight. Him and Sam were friends so I knew him.”

“Goodnight Robicheaux?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yes sir, we were um… good friends but my Daddy wasn’t a huge fan of me and him being together if you know what I mean.” It was true, I was in love with Goody but my Daddy hated him so much he made us move states. But he’s been dead for five years now and I live on my own. I wish I could go back and tell him I wasn’t leaving. Faraday didn’t respond, all he did was let out a little chuckle as we stopped at this huge tree. There were a few people scattered around the tree. I hopped off my horse as I ran up to Sam and gave him a hug. He groaned as our bodies collided and held me tight.

“Goody’s here,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled away from me. I saw him. He was leaning up against the tree, cigarette in hand.

“Who’s the lady?” I asked as I tried to forget Goody was a yard away from me.

“That’s Emma. We work for her,”

I smiled kindly as I walked over and shook her hand.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Glad to see another woman,” She laughed in content as we shook hands. I let go of her hand and walked up to Goody.

“Hey,” I greeted quietly. His head shot up so fast you’d think he’d heard a ghost. I couldn’t quite read his facial expression as he took a long draw of his cigarette, never breaking eye contact with me. I was horrified, I know that sounds stupid. I didn’t have a reason to be horrified of him, when I told him I had to leave he was nothing but kind and understanding. I’ll never forget what he said to me that day. “maybe someday we’ll see each other again and we can start over,”. I still loved him, I never touched any other man since him. It sounds pathetic but I couldn’t. I guess I held onto the hope that someday we’d see each other again.

“How’s your Daddy?” Goodnight asked in a smart-ass tone.

“Dead, heart attack,” I responded with a light laugh. Sure I liked my father but I’m not the most forgiving person on planet earth. I certainly wasn’t gonna forgive him for taking love away from me. Goody stood up tall and started walking towards his horse as he walked by he made sure to get as close to me as possible. I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke.

“It’s good to see you Addie,” He smiled as he put a kind hand on my shoulder before he continued to make his way over to his horse. I sighed as I wiped the sweat that gathered onto my forehead. This was gonna be a long trip.

“Who’s that?” I called out as I pointed in the general direction of a man I’ve never seen before.

“Billy Rocks he’s with me,” Goody responded as he put his hat back on his head. I walked up to Faraday as he was having a conversation with Sam.

“Oh good we gotta mexican,” Faraday said sarcastically as he walked up to the poor guy.

“Ole muchacho,”

“Faraday stop being an ass,” I criticized as I walked past him, grabbing the hat off of his head in the process.

“What a merry band we are.” Goody commented as we trotted on our horses down a dusty path. He went on to give everyone a stereotype such as a “texican” and so on. But there’s one thing he said that stuck with me.

“This is not gonna end well.”

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Fic rec: "Tall Tales" by kay_cricketed (@columbinepurples).

Fandom: The Magnificent 7 (movie 2016). Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, temporary character deaths Relationships: Vasquez/Joshua Faraday, Billy Rocks/Goodnight "Goody" Robicheaux, Sam Chisolm & Emma Cullen, Red Harvest & Jack Horne, Emma Cullen/Matthew Cullen Characters: Sam Chisolm, Vasquez, Joshua Faraday, Billy Rocks, Goodnight "Goody" Robicheaux, Emma Cullen, Red Harvest, Jack Horne, Teddy Q, Bartholomew Bogue, Denali Summary: When Rose Creek falls to the blight that is Bartholomew Bogue and his Blackstones, Emma Cullen rides out in search of men who are more than blood and bone and tooth. In the golden age of tall tales, she finds some of the tallest to lead her ragtag army, each of them with their own reason for being there. While Sam Chisolm searches for some form of justice and Goodnight Robicheaux struggles to keep his death toll in check, the silver-tongued whirlwind that is Joshua Faraday finds himself drawn to a good-natured vaquero with his own share of secrets. wordcount: 46,549.

Why I'm recommending this fic:

it is a beautiful work with amazing prose

I read the story in about three hours flat and I want you to be sucked into it too

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Magnificent Seven

La película “Los 7 Magníficos” esta situada en un contexto americano, cerca del siglo XX, una época en la que se pueden demostrar múltiples formas de “minorías” en la sociedad de ese momento al ser un país demasiado fracturado geológica y políticamente hablando. Sin embargo todas “buscan el bien común” aquí es donde empieza la otredad, pero más adelante hablaremos de ello, ya que primero tenemos que ver a cada una de esas minorías, más bien puestas como diferencias propuestas o las otredades  son vistas en los personajes principales, tanto en solitario como en conjunto, de los cuales hablaremos a continuación.

El Sheriff Chisolm: Todavía llegaba a ser extraño y a veces malo ver a un negro en los Estados Unidos, y además de eso, que sea un alguacil honesto y justo, algo muy poco visto debido el régimen delictivo que existía, queriendo ser eliminado por eso.

Josh Faraday: Vaquero carismático y bromista, aparte de tramposo, algo muy mal visto en la película, los engaños y trampas volvían a Faraday diferente a los demás, siendo atacado y respetado por otros apostadores del pueblo.

Goody Robicheaux: Un vaquero con años de gloria excepcionales que, a pesar de un gran pasado, al momento de la historia no puede entrar un duelo, quedando como un hombre cobarde y mal visto por aquellos que lo notan, Chisolm, por ejemplo.

Billy Rocks: Un inmigrante asiático que queda endeudado con Goody, su etnia es lo que mas destaca de este personaje, generando una diferencia nativa con los otros. Esto mismo provocaba que la gente quisiera entrar en duelos con él, pues no lo creían tan bueno para ser vaquero

Vásquez: Un hombre mexicano buscado por la ley, vivo o muerto. Ser un convicto le genera un desprecio y rechazo directo por la sociedad, lo cual es visto cuando lo reclutan.

Jack Horne: Un extremista religioso, visto a lo largo de la película con el hombre que siempre hablaba de Dios. A pesar de ser común la religión en aquel contexto, Horne era mal visto incluso por algunos Magníficos, llegando a hacerle burlas sobre sus creencias y lecturas sobre frases de la Biblia que recitaba.

Red Harvest: Un indio completamente exiliado de todo grupo social, los blancos no lo quieren por ser un indio, y su tribu lo expulsa debido a que siguió un camino diferente a ellos, siendo este el hombre más diferente de todos.

Emma: La chica que sale a buscar a los magníficos también entra en la lista por como esta escrito su personaje, alguien fuerte e independiente, no muy común en las mujeres en esos tiempos, llegando a levantarse en armas para defender a su pueblo.

Todos estos personajes a pesar de sus diferencias puestas en escena deciden juntarse y formar un grupo, estas mismas excentricidades generan una gran amistad entre ellos, llegando a formar la otredad de la cinta: aquellos que buscan el bien común.

Sin embargo, este grupo no es el único existente, dentro de la narrativa existe un grupo adversario impuesto por Bogue el antagonista, un grupo de mafiosos que buscan tierras con recursos para adueñárselas, siendo esta la segunda otredad mayor y la causante de la premisa principal: el bien común contra el abuso autoritario.

A lo largo de la película, podemos ver los deseos de ambos bandos, completamente validos desde su propia perspectiva, el deseo de obtener los recursos para obtener mas poder quitando cualquier obstáculo en el camino, y el deseo de traer paz a una tierra aterrorizada, quitando al enemigo que los tiene atormentados. ¿Cómo elegir cual otredad seguir? Nuestros seguimientos éticos nos hacen seguir el camino del bien, incluso con estas películas, nos hacen remarcar la idea del bien y el mal, no solo con la historia, si no con diferentes tecnicismos puestos en escena. Cada escena sobre los mafiosos suele ser demasiado sombría, con tonalidades mas oscuras a diferencia de los magníficos, con colores más cálidos e incluso vibrantes.

Además de esto, se pueden observar el choque de ambos grupos con otros recursos; cuando se aprecia quien tiene el poder, quien tiene el mayor tamaño en pantalla es mostrado como el poderoso como cuando aparecen los magníficos rodeados por los mafiosos, o cuando están por entrar al pueblo Bogue y sus secuaces, se ven grandes a comparación del pueblo. También esta el recurso sonoro, la ausencia de sonido nos denota que algo no esta bien en pantalla, cada aparición de Bogue e incluso las muertes de los magníficos tienen un ambiente sonoro menor, mostrando siempre esta batalla del bien y el mal.

¿Hay un deseo de eliminar la otredad? Cada equipo tiene sus obstáculos, el equipo contrario, son aquello que se interpone entre su objetivo, sin embargo, hay una diferencia muy clara entre ambas otredades, los magníficos estaban dispuestos a perdonar a los mafiosos, solo quería que se retiraran. Uno pensaría que el agente Chisolm haría caso a sus deseos 6de venganza por su familia que estipula en el desenlace, pero no es así, solamente le pide a Bogue que se arrepienta de lo que hizo. Esta escena a nuestro parecer denota la mayor diferencia en este conflicto de otredades morales: el mal es el único que tiene el deseo de eliminar la otredad, el bien no tiene ese deseo, quiere coexistir con ella, a menos de que se vean amenazados.

[steddie-as-she-goes]

Sometimes I think life is good

Then I remember that Goodnight Robicheaux and Billy Rocks are dead and buried next to each other and my heart breaks into a trillion pieces

[heliads]

requests are open!

it's that time of year!! so excited to announce that requests will be often for as long as possible before my queue fills up. requests will close when i have a request in my queue scheduled to be posted every three days for two months in advance. queued requests can be seen in this post below the 'read more' line so you can tell how much time is left before they close.

things to keep in mind:

please follow my rules. there are very few of them

due to past request volume, i will turn down a lot of requests if they don't follow the rules/don't provide enough detail/are too similar to past fics. more details here

i take requests for all fandoms on my masterlist, but i would love it the most if i got requests for dead poets society, f1, harry potter (esp during the war i want to write angst), the hunger games, the magnificent seven, percy jackson, star trek, star wars, top gun, unwind, or tvd. they're just the ones i'm most motivated about at the moment <3

you can also request fics for a ship instead of a character x reader! i def write for ships, people just haven't requested them that much in the past so i thought i'd remind you all of it :)

happy requesting, everyone!!

xoxo, lisa

fics in the queue:

10/2: fred weasley x reader (reader has a panic attack, fred helps)

10/5: jack wilder x reader (relucant allies to lovers at a fancy gala)

10/8: derek hale x reader (fwb but derek catches feelings and is afraid of that because cmon its derek)

10/11: jack wilder x reader (jack&reader are always having fun and making jokes but they're both secretly afraid that the other doesn't think it's so funny anymore)

10/14: newt x reader (modern au, newt is venom)

10/17: jack wilder x reader (oblivious coffee shop barista reader, deeply in love jack)

10/20: peter hayes x reader (peter gets hit by the mind erasing gas and reader takes care of him, peter's memories come back eventually but he pretends otherwise bc he doesn't want to leave)

10/23: unwind fic!!!!! (connor doesn't try to deliver his letter, finds nelson trying to destroy the antique shop, cannot wait to write this one aaaaaa)

10/26: thomas x reader (tmr modern au, reader is sad and thomas, boyfriend, takes it upon himself to cheer her up)

10/29: bones x reader (reader&bones both work on the enterprise, they always flirt/tease each other until reader gets hurt and then! confession hour!)

11/1: lorenzo berkshire x reader (all of slytherin house is subjected to the extreme pining between enzo&reader)

11/4: genya safin x reader (soft childhood friends to lovers)

11/7: goodnight robicheaux x reader (magnificent seven modern au (yess) with war veteran!goody x librarian!reader)

11/10: zoya nazyalensky x reader (based on mary's song by taylor swift)

11/13: natasha trace x fem!reader (nat is dating reader (callsign sunshine) who's super sweet until someone insults her friends and then! you'd best watch out!)

11/16: strollonso mafia au

11/19: enola holmes x fem!reader (enola + reader, who are dating, launch an attempt to get sherlock + watson together)

11/22: charles leclerc x reader (reader is an engineer, charles keeps flirting but she can't fathom why)

11/25: connor or lev or hayden x reader (unwind character meets a former best friend who has become a clapper and tries to convince the friend not to blow himself up)

11/28: harry potter x reader (harry&reader are dating, harry finds reader almost dead during the final battle and has to use the resurrection stone to save her)

12/1: charles leclerc x reader (reader is a street racer and my boy has a massive crush on her)

12/4: rooster x reader (reader is a baker and dates roo)

[make-me-imagine]

Ghost Stories

13 Days of Halloween: Day 8

Plot: When you and Goodnight end up camping out alone in the desert. Goodnight tells you the sad and eerie tale of the settlers who had been there before you.

Pairing: Goodnight Robicheaux x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None~

Words: 1.2k

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You stretched as you looked around the deserted area you and Goodnight stopped at for the night. You were too far away from town to make it back before dark, so camping out seemed the best idea.

As an orange flame flickered as Goodnight started a fire, you set down your bed roll on the flattest part of rock you could find. As you began rolling it out, you heard a voice in the near distance that caught your attention.

Looking out at the empty plane ahead of you, the full moon's light allowed you to see there was no one around. Noting there was no breeze to carry any voices, you felt goosebumps rise up your arms. You listened carefully, telling yourself it couldn't have been a person, even if it sounded like it.

Seeing Goodie looking out as well, you turned towards him. "Did you hear that?"

Goodnight made his way over to you, and you saw a slight smile cross his face before he laid out his bedroll beside yours.

"Yeah, and we'll hear more."

You rose your brow as you watched him sit down without another word.

You sat down beside him "What does that mean?"

"Well, this place has a history."

His eyes scanned the area, and you looked out as well.

When you had arrived in the area earlier, you noted piles of wood, and even stone lying around, making you think there had been some structures at some point, but nothing was left standing.

"What do you mean?"

Goodnight cleared his throat, as he lowered and deepened his voice "There was a settlement here quite a while back, I'm not exactly sure how long ago. But, people began to settle, because of the spring in the mountains. They thought they could build a town out here."

"Why are you talking like that." You said abruptly.

He looked over at you "Like what?"

"You put on a voice."

"Well, I'm just trying to tell the story the way it should be told."

You squinted a bit "Alright, fine, but don't push it."

He snickered softly before he continued.

"So, the settlement at one point, had about fifty people living here. They'd take trips into the nearest town to gather supplies, usually someone from the settlement would be seen in town every few days. But, one day the people in the town started to realize, that no one from the settlement had come into town for about a week. So, a few people decided to come out here and check on the settlers. When they got here, you know what they found?"

He looked over at you, and your mind raced with ideas. Slaughtered families, burnt down houses, this wasn't the area that sort of thing happened in, but you weren't sure where else this story would be heading. You shook your head, uncertain.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. No living person was in the settlement. All the livestock were still here, all the horses, all of the carriages and carts. Just no people. When they checked the homes, they found no blood, no signs of distress. Some houses had food on the table like they had sat down for dinner, but never finished."

"Did they find them?"

"Never. They checked the surrounding areas, the mountains, everywhere. They even went into the other closest town, which was way to far to anyone to walk to. But no one there had seen a single new person come into town in the last month. Not a single person from the settlement, dead or alive was found, nor heard from again. To this day, no one knows what happened to them."

You felt chills crawl up your spine as you looked out at the area. You had never heard of anything like it.

"You're just joking right? Just trying to scare me?"

He smiled softly "I think I could think of something worse if I wanted scare you sweetheart. No, the stories true, we pass through the next town you can ask about it, they'll tell you."

"So the voice we heard? That happens a lot?"

He nodded his head "People who come through here hear a lot of things. Voices, horses, carriages, the lot, and there is never anything actually there."

"Surely there has to be an explanation."

Just as you spoke, you heard the familiar sound of hoof beats and creaking wheels of a carriage. As your head to snap towards the sound, Goodnight reached for his gun, but as neither of you saw anything, a chill fell over you.

Goodnight glanced over at you "You got an explanation for that?"

You shook your head softly "I wish I did. I also wish I didn't let you tell me that story."

"Don't worry-" Goodies voice was right in your ear, making you jump a little "-I'll keep you safe." He finished with a grin.

"Tch, stop teasing me." You warned, but you didn't move away from him, still sitting close beside him.

He smiled but looked out at the valley again. "One night, years back, before I had ever heard the story myself. I was camping out right around here. I was woken up by the loud sound of a carriage, and horses, like what just happened. It was so loud, it sounded like I was about to get run over. So I jumped up and yelled out, hoping I didn't get killed by whatever idiot was coming through. But, as I looked around, even though I could still hear the sounds, there was nothing around, not a single sign of life but me and my horse. When I went into town the next day I mentioned to to an old friend there, and he told me the story of the settlement."

You cast your eyes on a pile of wood in the distance, that you assume used to be someone's home, what was left of it anyways.

"I wonder what happened to them."

Hearing a high-pitched coyote call in the distance, you jumped, you hands finding Goodie's arm. As you realized the cause of the noise, you let out a sigh and rolled our eyes and your own cowardice.

Goodie chuckled as he moved his arm to wrap it around you. Pulling you closer, he pressed a soft kiss to your head "Didn't mean to make you so scared"

You rested your head against his shoulder "Yes you did."

"Alright, yes I did. But, I'll keep you safe."

As the sound of a horse could be heard in the distance, where no horse was. You shook your head lightly "I'm not gonna be able to sleep now."

"Just try. The ghosts, spirits, or whatever you want to called them, can't hurt you."

As you settled down into your bed roll, Goodie looked down at you. "Tell me a different story, one that's not so eerie."

Goodie smiled as he looked up for a moment before he started to talk, telling a story of a past adventure.

As you closed your eyes, you curled closer to him, trying to focus on the sound of his voice, while trying to ignore the sound of quiet crying you could hear rising in the distance.

xx End xx

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[dragon-kazansky]

Hello, my dear Dragon!! I am here with my first request for a love letter!

May I please request a love letter from Goodnight Robicheaux my beloved?? Raven (my online name) is good for the name/nickname, and I'm totally good if you post it on your page!

Thanks in advance, and I hope you're doing good, Mama Dragon!! 🥰🥰🥰

My dearest Raven,

It's late as I write this. I don't quite know what came over me, but the urge to write you this letter hit me. I'm outside on the desk writing you a silly little love note.

Not a day goes by where I don't count myself lucky for having you in my life. What did I ever do to deserve your soul?

At the thought of you sleeping soundly in our home behind me, I smile. I get to share all of this with you. I get to love you every day.

I'm missing you. Isn't that strange?

I think it is time I return to bed with you.

I love you so very much, my dearest Raven.

Let us make the most if the day that comes.

With love,

Your Goody

[iamleavingheaven]

I said painting but my brain can only doodle rn 😅

[themarchrabbit]

Goodnight Robicheaux/Billy Rocks +1 (sleepy cuddles) ☺

Fun fact, because my Internet and Tumblr are garbage, I have no idea when this came in or how old it is, but I need a distraction, so herreeeeeee we go, in my If The Sky Comes Falling Down AU.

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Goody’s already in bed when Billy rolls in around five am, sound asleep it looks like. He’s been doing that more, which Billy knows is a good sign. Sitting awake all night while Billy is at work is a sign of anxiety, and anxiety is bad. He vaguely remembers that from some therapist. He thinks. It’s possible he heard it on TV, or something.

Doesn’t matter. He’s quiet as he strips out of his work clothes and ducks into the bathroom adjoining their bedroom, showering with just the nightlight so the light under the door doesn’t disturb Goody. Mission failed, he thinks, when he comes out, and sees Goody is moving.

“Sorry,” Billy whispers, climbing into bed.

“I’m not,” Goody whispers back. “Opening my eyes to you is like a dream come true.”

Billy huffs, pulling the covers up over himself. It’s chilly in the room. The heater in this house has issues, that they’re probably going to have to fix soon, but not right now. Right now, it’s nice and warm under the covers. Goody had the electric blanket on when he got in, probably. And Goody’s just one of those people, who always feels warm. “It’s fucking cold out.” It doesn’t get all that cold in Louisiana, not like other places, but at night during the winter can be plenty uncomfortable.

“Mm, yeah, you’re still pretty chilled,” Goody mumbles, and moves closer, throwing an arm around Billy, his breath against Billy’s neck. “Can’t be having that.”

This close, he smells like sleep and their dryer sheets. It’s nice, Billy’s mind settling down from work, thinking about nothing in particular except how warm and comfortable he is right now.

He didn’t always have this, he remembers, for the thousandth time. He used to just come home to that little apartment and half the time he would end up crashing on the couch. Now, he comes home to their little house, and to a bed with someone waiting for him. Someone warm, who’s happy to see him.

So Billy pushes back a little, hinting, and Goody takes it, wrapping himself around Billy just a little more.