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Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part1)

(Pictures found on pinterest/google. That one with Javier is mine. Collage made by me 🌺)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

And thanks to all who read and like my stories. Stay healthy and take care, my lovely bees 🐝🌺 You have no idea how much this means to me. I hope you will enjoy this story too!

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Warning: angst, arguments

Summary: You thought that nothing could tear you and Javier apart, but nothing lasts forever. And after so many years you still shed tears for him. The nights without him are lonely and cold. You would give anything to see him just one more time. To touch him one last time...

Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part1)

"Javi, please! Can't you see what's going on?!"

"Y/N! Come with me or you're going to die! Don't you understand?!"

His hands had a tight grip on your shoulders, which was now starting to hurt a little. There was pure desperation in his gaze because he couldn't and wouldn't see that you weren't choosing his path.

"You will be the one who will die if you continue to follow Dutch, Javier!"

Did he really think she would let him run to his doom? Why was this man so damn stubborn? So blinded by pride?!

"Are you one of them now, Y/N?! Are you turning your back on Dutch too?!"

Javier didn't even wait for an answer, but pulled you behind him without warning. If you wouldn't go voluntarily, then he would have to force you to go. Javier did it out of love for you, because he firmly believed that his way was the right one. Oh, how blinded he was by Dutch. And Micah… that viper! Like poison creeping through his veins, Javier was now completely poisoned by Micah's words, his lies.

As much as you loved Javier, you couldn't go with him. Javier paused as you tore yourself away from him. Furrowing his brow, he looked you straight in the eye, searching for an explanation for your actions.

"Javier, I'm not going anywhere where Dutch or Micah will be!"

"What the fuck, Y/N?!"

Javier's voice suddenly got louder, something he had never done to you before. You couldn't even stay mad at him. The only thing you felt was pity and fear; the fear of losing him for good. And you feared that you would. You had grown apart over the last few weeks, barely touching each other, not even kissing. Javier had sat with Micah constantly, letting Dutch use him like a puppet.

"Micah is the rat! He betrayed us! And Dutch is on the verge of despair!"

But your words seemed to be falling on deaf ears because it seemed like Javier just didn't even care what you said.

"Come with me, Javier!" Quite desperate, you clawed at his arms, looking up at him hopefully. Maybe something would get through to him! It was worth a shot!

"I owe Dutch my life, Y/N!"

"He doesn't own it though! Stop saying things like that!"

Suddenly, gunfire rang through the forest. It seemed to be a firefight, farther away, but close enough to hear them clearly. Beaver Hollow was no longer safe. This place had been cursed from the beginning! You were convinced of that.

Javier immediately pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him, and in that moment you realized how serious this whole story was. But it also showed you that he cared for your safety. Closing your eyes for a moment, you enjoy the closeness with Javier. But your peace was not to last long. You hear horses approaching. It was Dutch, followed by Micah and his new "friends". Your withering gaze carries Micah with full force and his cold eyes just stare at you. He knew exactly what you thought of him and he also knew that you didn't trust him one bit. He couldn't fool you, so you were a danger to him. A danger that had to be eradicated. Like a venomous insect that needed to be squashed immediately.

And in the end, Micah and Dutch had succeeded in robbing you of the most precious thing in life. You will never be able to forget Javier's last words. Like a sharp blade of a dagger, they had pierced your heart.

"Well, fuck you then, Y/N! Go you traitor! Go die with them!"

♦♦♦♦

It has been five years now. Five years ago, your family had broken apart. Because of a man who had lost his mind at the end. Because he had trusted the wrong people at the end of his road. You'd never forgive Dutch for what he'd done to Arthur… To him and all the others. How he had taken Javier away from you. The man you had loved so much and still do. Not a day went by that you didn't think about him. The eternal long nights in which you lay in bed crying and restless because the longing was too great. You had believed that it would get better with time, but you had been very wrong. Now you felt only loneliness and emptiness, because your soul piece was missing. Still, you had hope that Javier had survived and perhaps lived a good life. Yes, maybe he had moved on. Like you had. Like John and Abigail. Or like Tilly and Mary-Beth. All of you had moved on, had managed to join society, to live an honest life.

"Wonderful, Y/N. I'll send you the fabrics you ordered then. It usually takes a couple of weeks."

"Thank you Mister Oelson!"

"My pleasure. And here's another little something for you!"

Mister Oelson provided you with fabrics because you were a dressmaker and you worked from home. And the best fabric just happened to be at Saint Denis. Besides, you had been buying so much from Oelson's merchandise over the past few years that you were getting discounts, which of course was very good for you.

"This is from my wife and me. As a thank you, for the beautiful dress you made for her!"

The gift from Mister Oelson was wrapped in such a way that you couldn't even guess what must be hiding inside.

"Oh, that's very kind of you! Thank you. Pass on my thanks to your wife. How is Harriet, then?"

"Oh, you know her. She makes a mountain out of a molehill. It's just a little cold, that's all."

Mr. Oelson laughed softly, making you smile with his words.

Mr. and Mrs. Oelson were a married couple in their late forties. They were very friendly and their merchandise was really popular in Saint Denis. One could purchase just about anything from them. Fine fabrics, perfume, fine wine, and jewelry as well. They had made a good name for themselves in Saint Denis.

"Goodbye, Mister Oelson. See you soon!"

And with that, you left the store, satisfied and happy with your order, which was soon to be delivered to you. It was already late in the afternoon and actually you would have liked to spend some more time in Saint Denis, but you still had a long journey home ahead of you. You lived in Strawberry, had made yourself at home there. It was a wonderful place, out in the fields, where you had fertile land to grow many things. Of course, all this didn't fall into your lap. It had been a long, hard road to where you were now. In the first years after you were on your own, you had worked hard, had to listen to many negative things as a single, young woman. Harassment had been the order of the day, but that had not upset you. And now you were your own boss, able to do what you loved from your home. Making beautiful clothes. It helped you to get other thoughts, but sometimes it happened that you thought back to the past and in such moments, you couldn't help but shed many tears.

Just as you entered the train station to buy a ticket, you saw the many people standing there. They looked angry. Some had their suitcases with them, probably eagerly waiting for their connection.

"Oh, miss. Excuse me, but all train service has been suspended for the day!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"There's been an accident on the line from Blackwater to Saint Denis."

With a soft sigh, you glanced at your watch. Well, there was probably nothing you could do about the situation, so it wouldn't do you much good to fret.

"Miss, it's getting dark outside. The streets aren't very safe here at night in Saint Denis."

You smiled at the police officers, nodding. You knew how dangerous Saint Denis was, even during the day.

"Thank you, officer."

A shrill and loud whistle was heard, followed by a yelling police officer, apparently trying to restrain a few of the travelers. You were getting too stressed out in all this chaos and without further ado, you started looking for a suitable place to stay.

Just as you were about to leave the station, you noticed a scent. A scent that you would recognize among thousands of people. Instantly you stopped, your heart stopped for a moment. Could it be? Your eyes grew wide as memories were evoked in you. Spicy lavender. It was just a small whiff in the air, but it was so intense for you. "Javier…" You frowned, looking down at the floor, trying to sort out your thoughts in the moment. No, that could be anyone here! Anyone could smell like spicy lavender! Or maybe your mind was just playing tricks on you. The worst part of the whole thing was the feeling of disappointment. Every time you had to realize that he wasn't there. Who knew where Javier was? Still, your eyes kept a lookout for him. But he was nowhere to be seen. There were only loud, strange people here. But the feeling of being watched was very intense. Still, without wasting any more time, you left this place and went to a hotel where you would spend the night. Hoping that tomorrow morning you could return back home. It will be another restless night for you…

♦♦♦♦

Looking up into the night sky, smoke slowly rose from his lungs to ascend into the dark night. Javier watched as the smoke slowly dissipated. He couldn't believe that he had actually found you. He had been looking for you for so long, but now he didn't have the courage to face you. Not after what he had done. You would probably send him packing if he suddenly faced you without warning. And he wouldn't even blame you. But his longing for you had driven him on. The thought of you had very often kept him from doing stupid things.

Since the thing with Dutch, Micah… and Arthur, nothing good had happened in his life. He was a lone wolf; though he kept telling himself that he didn't deserve it any other way…

[tlambooku]

AAaaah- primeira vez escrevendo pra esse mexicano maravilhoso! Não sei se ficou muito bom mas é assim que eu enxergo ele em um relacionamento! Bem OOC pra agradar a galera que gosta de melosidade <(UwU)>

CW: NONE!! Só Fluff e coisas bobinhas.

Any Gender Reader,Any Pronouns mas aqui eu estou usando o pronome masculino pra escrever.

APROVEITEM!

.・゜-: 🌸 :-　 　-: 🌸 :-゜・．

Ele é do tipo que beija seu parceiro por motivo nenhum,se a pessoa estiver conversando demais,contando algo para ele com muita animação,ele vai fixar seu olhar em seu rosto e te beijar derrepente! E depois vai pedir para você continuar falando com aquele sorriso atrevido dele.

Ele 100% iria ensinar seu parceiro a tocar violão em noites em que todos do bando já estariam dormindo,e só os dois estariam acordados sob a luz das estrelas e o calor das chamas! Ele iria ensinar canções mexicanas romanticas e cantaria todas para ver seu parceiro sorrir,mesmo que não entendessem uma palavra sequer.

Javier é do tipo de cara que tenta ser engraçado no primeiro encontro e tenta impressionar seu date de todas as formas possíveis,seja com histórias mirabolantes ou apenas concordando com tudo que seu parceiro fala assim como ele fez com as prostitutas no segundo capítulo do jogo! um verdadeiro gado! Obviamente agora só pelo seu parceiro-

Javier não jogaria o jogo da faca com seu parceiro! Se ele já fica incomodado quando seu docinho de coco (LOL) se machuca de qualquer forma,imagina cortando os dedos em um jogo desse!

Ele é o bêbado alegre e apaixonado,se ele estiver bêbado em uma mesa num ponto do acampamento e avistar seu parceiro do lado extremo oposto,ele vai cambalear,trombar e esbarrar em qualquer coisa ou pessoa em seu caminho para chegar até o seu parceiro,gritando coisas como "Holaa mi amoor" "Que lindo estáas".

Te elogia em espanhol,tipo,em todos os sentidos! E todos os elogios possíveis mesmo que você não entenda.

Ele é o ciumento que emburra no canto e não vai admitir que está com ciúmes até remoer todo o odio dentro do corpo! Se ele tiver algum álcool no sistema,ele vai brigar com a pessoa mesmo que ela não tenha feito nada com seu parceiro.

Seu estilo de encontro ideal seria noites em redor da fogueira,se esquentando,tocando em seu violão para seu parceiro e abraçando! Ele também adoraria passar uma tarde pescando no lago e ensinando truques ao seu parceiro.

Sua linguagem de amor é tempo de qualidade! Ele adora passar tempo com seu parceiro,tocando ou não,fazendo algo ou não,ele só gosta de estar na companhia dele!

Apesar de estarem numa gangue,ele faria de tudo para evitar que seu parceiro participasse dos assaltos perigosos,mas caso não houvesse outro jeito,ele iria se preocupar muito com o bem estar de seu parceiro.

Ele é meio inseguro sobre a cicatriz em seu pescoço,algo que o lembra da realidade perigosa dele,mas ele adoraria se seu parceiro o elogiasse e assegurasse a ele que ele estaria seguro e que aquilo não afeta em nada os sentimentos de um para o outro! Inclusive é um charme e mostra o quão forte sobrevivente ele é! Ele gosta da bajulação,acaricia o seu ego-

Apartir do momento que ele começa a namorar e se seu parceiro se incomodar com as brincadeiras de Javier ser pai de Jack e ter dormido com Abigail,ele vai mandar todo mundo a puta que pariu-

Gosta de receber beijos no pescoço e ter seu parceiro acariciando seu cabelo,em geral ele gosta de ser mimado com beijos,caricias,seu parceiro cuidado dele de alguma forma,algum presente legal.

Falando em presentes ele adoraria receber qualquer coisa do seu parceiro,e se for algo pequeno,ele vai guardar em um lugar seguro para não perder aquilo.

Ele é do tipo que vai fazer gracinha bêbado em cima de um cavalo para impressionar seu parceiro e acaba caindo-

Compartilha muito suas roupas,como seu chapéu,seu poncho,um casaco! Ele não se importa,ele gosta da vista.

Se vocês acabarem se casando,ele vai ressaltar que seu sobrenome agora é "Escuella" para qualquer pobre alma que tiver o azar.

Quando ele ficou preso em Guarma,tudo que ele podia pensar era sobre seu parceiro e como queria estar com ele! E definitivamente ficou com medo de não voltar para seu parceiro vivo.

Seu parceiro sempre vai ter um chupão ou marca de mordida em algum lugar do corpo,sempre.

Vai cantar pra você se não conseguir dormir a noite,e definitivamente vai insistir em compartilhar uma tenda.

Ele ama muito seu parceiro! Mas eu acho que quando a hora chegar,ele ainda vai ficar ao lado do Dutch.

[toutallyahoe]

Hey, it me, a dumb sleeby bitch. I know you're not taking requests. So I'm gonna leave this at your doorstep and if you ever want to do it, go for it. No pressure. But pls if you ever have time and motivation, could you give me some cute sleepy headcanons for any of our very good cowboys? Thanks in advance and I love you and everything you do. You're amazing.

i would literally write a fucking book for you-- i have told you this so many already asdfghjkl

but ya want some of the good boahs and some cute sleepy headcanons? BOI I AM IN!

also, before i continue-- CALL YERSELF DUMB BITCH AGAIN AND I WILL gently KICK YER ASS and hug you to death because ya ain't dumb or else i am more dumber than a fucking rock you sweet, talented smort, beautiful fecker!

AND ANOTHER THING !!! *sobs* HOW CAN YE DO THIS TO ME?!? SHOOTING ME WITH A SURPRISE COMPLIMENT-- ACK ME HEART! I FEEL M U S H ASDFGHJKKLXNBSOHD

okay, i calmed down now... onto the headcanons! btw, multiple characters because ya didn't specify who you want in this headcanon and because i knew yer beautiful ass would like more than one boah

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Arthur Morgan

• first off, best boah right here

• second off, this bitch won't admit he is sleepy even if his life depends on it

• is it pride???

• probably...

• definitely

• i dont know, i see Arthur as one to not really say anything he feels because he doesn't want to be a bother or thinks he'll be a dead weight

• because life as an outlaw? it ain't really the best life

• so, when there are jobs that takes a few days and he volunteers to take watch, Arthur won't admit he is tired and would continue on be on guard no matter how many times he is asked to get his ass some rest

• it'll be a pain in the ass if you aren't patient enough or very worried about him

• because knowing Arthur, he'll just suck it up

• so, if he is sleepy, his [Name] is on his ass immediately

• "you need rest"

• "don't need nothin"

• he IS stubborn as fuck

• and also incredibly more sassier when he is sleepy

• it honestly sometimes annoy [Name]

• "Arthur, you look like you're goin to pass out-- jesus christ! just rest already!"

• Arthur is too stubborn for his own good

• and it sometimes lead to some arguments really

• but [Name] will be the first to give up when he just sees Arthur and sighs

• [Name] will sit by his side and just talk about stuff

• trying to make Arthur relax and at ease

• he'll be sassy at first but will ease up and comment genuinely

• Arthur will then unconsciously place his head on his [Name]'s shoulder as the [Hair color] haired man's voice drowns his thoughts with stories of the past (either his or [Name]'s past)

• before you know it, Arthur "sleep is for the dead" Morgan is fucking asleep

• [Name] notices how quiet Arthur and will turn his head to see the outlaw asleep

• [Name] just smiles at Arthur and place his head on Arthur's and let a content sigh as he close his eyes

• they'll be fine sleeping for a bit

John Marston

• best greasy dumbass raccoon looking ass bitch

• but-- ahem

• like Arthur, John will be stubborn at first

• it's pride and John doesn't want to get babied really

• he already gets that enough from the rest of the gang since he is a real life predatory bait and gets mauled by a lot of animals

• honestly, this man has the shittiest luck

• but also lucky in some way...?

• but yeah... ANYWAYS

• when John gets tired, he is functioning with no braincells (like he doesn't already)

• [Name] is honestly tired with it

• just fucking glaring the shit outta that greasy raccoon boi

• then maybe...just maybe, you can get him to rest his greasy ass

• John will be a bit of a whiny bitch to be honest

• like, he'll whine he ain't sleepy

• but as if it was on cue, he'll yawn

• John looking a bit embarrassed and [Name] looking at him with that "really?" look

• [Name] ain't dealing with yer bullshit raccoon boi

• i can definitely see [Name] restraining John from running away and carry the guy to his tent and slam his in the cot and glare and order John to stay and sleep like a damn dog

• John would be honestly pissed because DAMN IT [NAME]! YA HAVE TO DO THAT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?!? ARTHUR AND SEAN AIN'T GOING TO LIVE THIS DOWN (because those two are bastards... lovable bastards though asdfgghjkl)

• but also turned on but pfft-- he won't admit that

• but yeah, [Name] just sitting on the side of his bed and will not leave until he makes sure John rest

• "you ain't leavin, are you?"

• "i aint leavin till i see yer ass sleep, Marston"

• yikes, getting called his by his last name? usually his [Name] does that when he is annoyed or angry at time

• that when John know he ain't getting out of this

• "aight... fine! i'll sleep! happy?"

• "very"

• to be honest, John feels happy when [Name] does that

• it's because this is how his [Name]'s care for him and it is sweet

• a bit annoying but sweet

• John sleeps and [Name] softly sighs and place a soft kiss on John's forehead and leaves the tent to do his work

Leonard "Lenny" Summers

• pure child

• pure child who can never do anything wrong

• just, this fucking boah is pure child who can never do anything wrong and y'all can fight me is ya say he aint

• ANYWAYS

• Lenny is adorable when he is sleepy

• just utterly adorable as fuck and his [Name] just smiles at how cute he is

• like, Lenny is reading a book under a tree and the day was just a lovely day despite it being so fucking boring

• Lenny planned to read but as the calm breeze pass by him, it didn't take long for Lenny to be yawning and his eyelids dropping but the young man is trying so hard to fight the sleep off and stay awake

• honestly, [Name] saw Lenny sleepy but being too stubborn to admit defeat with sleep will try to stay awake

• [Name] is just amused by it and found it adorable

• always adorable with Lenny

• but anyways, Lenny would be one of the submissive out of everyone if you ask him to go to sleep when he is tired

• will literally not fight back on it because his mind shuts down from the sleepiness

• honestly? will act like a baby

• because he is a baby and [Name] loves him so much and spoils him

• "come on Lenny, let's get ya to yer cot"

• "hmmm, [Name]? can you carry me there... please?"

• just adorable akdbjqjdjsjfjjsjd

• me baby

• aNYWAYS

• Lenny is just a good boah

• like, he gives up rather quickly because he knew his [Name] is looking out for him and besides, if he says yes? he gets cuddles

• so yeah, that's good for him

• Lenny gets warm cuddles and sleeps well in the arms of his [Name] who holds him very close and just being soft boahs

Sean MacGuire

• loud and dumb irish bastard who stole me heart

• i adore him asdfghjkl

• but ON TO THE HEADCANONS

• Sean is a whiny loud ass bitch when he is sleepy

• he acts like he seems drunk

• and it is both hilarious and tiresome for [Name] because he is the one dealing with this shit

• i can see Sean just clinging to his [Name] and yelling on the top of his lungs on how tired he was

• and his [Name] rubbing his temple and tell Sean to get to bed then

• "[Name]! there ye are ye beautiful fecker! i have been looking all over fer ye"

• "and why is that?"

• "i'm sleepyyy"

• "then rest Sean"

• "but i dont want to!"

• honestly acts like a kid

• a loud ass bratty kid...

• it's not even cute

• kinda

• okay, [Name] finds it adorable but he ain't telling no one shit because he already suffers from a sleepy Sean who acts like a drunk toddler

• he doesn't want to deal with everyone teasing him on being soft with his drunk toddler lover

• but yeah

• like John, i can definitely see [Name] try to restrain this dumb bastard

• probably had to hoagtie Sean if i had to be honest

• which may or may not have the sleepy minded Sean blurt out something that made [Name] exasperatedly sigh and a bit flustered

• because-- goD DAMN IT SEAN! stop being a thirsting bastard for a bit and get some sleep?!?

• "Sean, keep this up and I'm goin to hoagtie you..."

• "that's a bit kinky [Name]-- but yer boy is always happy to please ye--"

• "oh my lords-- Sean!"

Charles Smith

• stronk hunt boah

• he is just so beautiful-- im gonna cry asdfgghjkl

• bUT ANYWAYS

• Charles won't admit it outloud when he is sleepy

• he is usually reserved and quiet anyways so his [Name] has to pick up some signals when Charles is sleepy

• but Charles won't be so stubborn about it though

• like, he is kinda like Lenny, a bit submissive and giving in on his [Name]'s words if the man tells him to sleep

• well, if [Name] finds out he is sleepy that is

• when this boah is sleepy, he usually sits in a somewhere in a shade and looks at the sky

• preferably under a tree and away from camp for a bit because honestly, the camp is just too noisy at times

• so yeah

• [Name] will notice him not doing anything and just cloud watching and will sit by him

• Charles would send him a small smile and a nod

• the two would just be quiet and after sometime, Charles would lay his head on [Name]'s lap as the [Hair color] haired man braids his hair and then undoing it again, repeatedly doing the action for a bit

• it honestly soothes Charles a lot

• just his [Name] playing with his hair which he is the only who can

• it was nice and with him already be sleepy, Charles would be lull to sleep

• and with that, Cahrles is softly snoring in his [Name]'s lap as the [Hair color] haired man undoes the braid again and then look at Charles' sleeping face fondly then look at the view in front of him with a gentle smile

• it doesn't take long for [Name] to sleep too with that

Javier Escuella

• a man after me own heart

• honestly, this man is just gorgeous asdfghjkl

• BUT BACK TO HEADCANONS

• Javier would probably be the only one who ACTUALLY goes to his tent and sleep in his cot

• maybe drag [Name] there because the mexican just want a nice cuddle you know?

• honestly, sleepy Javier is adorable to his [Name]

• Javier's mind just shuts down and he forgets how to speak in english and mumbles in spanish until he falls asleep

• i can also see Javier being one to plop himself down on his [Name]'s lap when the guy is sitting somewhere (below a tree or on a seat) because when is sleepy-- he loses his braincells and all functioning

• Javier just searches for his [Name] and throws himself because one, his boah can carry him alright anyways and two, he just loves too

• his [Name] is honestly amused because Javier won't be like this when he is functioning well

• well, not all the time

• but yeah

• [Name] thinks it's cute and will hug his lover

[greasyjawwwwn]

If I could 🤪 with javier daddy escuells then I definitely would