#kieran leave Y/N alone challenge!!

[purerae]

hi!!! I just read about kieran and omfg I love his character and I have so many ideas about this man😭

-what if reader actually straight up tells him they don’t like him romantically?(i love aggressive reader especially with playboys)

-reader having enough of kieran

-kieran finding out that reader is in a relationship

hii oh my gosh thank you so much!! let me know if you want a proper oneshot and i’ll write it for you but these are just some bulletpoints on how i’d think he’d react <3

SCENARIO #1

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ this man will not take no for an answer he will keep trying and trying.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ He’d take it as a joke but would begin screaming crying throwing up once he gets home.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ “Haha, don’t be so harsh~! I know you love playing hard to get cutie!”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ If you are persistent in your feelings, he’d end up kidnapping you LOL

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ he likes your aggressive behaviour so some part of him likes the chase and you rejecting him consistently.

SCENARIO #2

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ He honestly does not care if you’ve had enough of him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Although he wants to see you laugh and smile at his jokes he also loves seeing you getting annoyed by his antics

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ in the long run it would hurt him to see you genuinely tired of him and he’d start growing slightly insecure

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ no one would realise though because he wouldn’t change his behaviour

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ again in the long run if he can see you’ve had enough of him he’d probably kidnap you so you can’t move schools or switch classes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ “It’s okay, you’re already tired of me, so what’s the point in holding any barriers now? Now I don’t have to pretend like you don’t belong to me <3”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Or he would use some sort of blackmail against you but would portray it as he’s trying to look out for you.

SCENARIO #3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ he is so SO livid

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ he’s been trying for AGES and you’re in a relationship??

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Kieran would genuinely would try to ruin your partners life.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ He’d begin to spread nasty rumours about them and make sure they have a bad reputation

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ “Oh (P/N)..?? I heard they cheated on their ex..?? I dunno though someone told me that”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ He would make sure that no one would link it back to him spreading the rumours. Wouldn’t want you to find out he’s the reason why your partners life is hell now??

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ If you’re still with them, he’d threaten the partner and make sure you won’t find out.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ All in all, if you’re still with them, he’d most definitely end up murdering them.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ It wouldn’t trace back to him because he’s actually incredibly smart and has a social status. He would easily get away with it

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ He would notice you all depressed in chemistry class and realise it’s his chance to get closer to you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥“Oh princess…I heard about the news.. I’m so sorry~”

purerae<3

[protectduffy]

Yandere Types (M)

warning!! this contains violence, controlling/manipulation, stalker themes, nsfw, etc. so don’t read if you’re not comfortable! this is the male edition of some yandere headcanons for the camp boahs

Arthur

- obsession type

- this is probably more intense than what both of you expected it to turn into

- it began with him accompanying you whenever you wanted to leave camp, but then he would get really antsy if he realises you’ve gone somewhere without him

- where did you go? Why didn’t you bring him? Who are you with?

- Arthur follows you, sometimes doing it very subtly and other times just falling into step behind you

- he asks a lot of questions

- high morality Arthur is sweeter, always being careful not to upset you with his questions

- takes pictures of you, though, and keeps them under his mattress

- casually breathes in your scent when you walk past

- more likely to stay out of sight when he’s following you

- if he’s low morality, Arthur is super obsessive, constantly walking with you with one hand on your body somewhere

- he snarls if another man so much as looks at you, antagonising them

- often gets into fights for your sake

- likes to pin your hands down or push you up against things

Dutch

- monopoly type

- the most obsessive

- he’s very manipulative, you’ve seen him at work before but never had you expected him to turn his act on you

- says things like, “I don’t like that boy, I want you to stop seeing him”, “Why are you going there when you can be here with me, darling?”, “Look at me when I’m talking, little girl/boy”

- even when you’re not aware of it, Dutch is there, always watching with that dark look in his eyes

- he slowly starts pushing any friends out of your life who aren’t approved by him, forcing you to depend on him

- he might even “dispose” of some of the people he views as competition, telling you they’ve left you and cradling you when you get upset

- if he absolutely cannot be with you, Dutch makes Micah watch you, but if Micah oversteps his boundaries, he has to brace himself for Pure Rage Dutch

- likes you to wear something of his so that other people know you’re claimed, including one of his rings, his hat, or his shirt

Hosea

- possessive-paranoid type

- the quickest to escalate

- similar to Arthur, Hosea is very much obsessed with you but on another level

- he has to have you all to himself

- unlike the other similar types, he is quite paranoid about losing you and it makes him more frantic

- he always has to have you close and scolds you if you try to leave

- won’t tolerate competition, he doesn’t even argue he just removes you from other people (be it by dragging you away or prompting you to leave, even feigning feeling sick so you’ll feel bad for him)

- is a bit insecure, but also a very god actor so he’s great at covering this up

- can switch his moods in an instant

- you aren’t allowed to go anywhere without him, and he always has to be touching you

Charles

- punishment-dominance type

- possibly the closest to John’s training type, but much more forceful and corrective

- Charles gives you firm reminders if you slip up, if you ignore him, and so on

- he always has to be in control of you, making sure he knows where you are and what you’re doing

- you have to make eye contact with him or he grasps your chin to make sure you look at him

- he isn’t satisfied with just touching you because he wants you to touch him, too, so he makes excuses as if he’s hurt or he’ll simply tell you what he wants

- if you disobey him, you’re in for a long night

- he isn’t above restraining you or spanking, and he won’t let you go until you apologise numerous times

- Charles is usually cool tempered, but the line is when another person touches you, at which point he’ll snap and attack to “defend” you

Javier

- worship type

- he’s so obsessed with you and any amount of attention you give him, even if brief

- worships you and will do anything you ask of him, no matter how ridiculous or dangerous the task is, sometimes without you even having to ask him

- least dangerous type, he wouldn’t hurt you even if it meant risking his progress

- instead, he focuses on luring you in with sweet words in his native tongue and purring compliments, reminding you how much he needs and loves you, what you do to him

- doesn’t really care if other people talk to you but if they don’t treat you with respect, Javier bristles and becomes aggressive to defend your honour

- would die for you in a hot second

- “I need you, don’t go, I love you!”

John

- training type

- it starts with gentle suggestions, trying to correct your behaviour to where he’s happier with how you feel about him

- sometimes snaps at you but then instantly softens, it’s like a switch is flicked between anger and gentleness

- John will always coo at you and embrace you after he’s snapped at you, gently stroking your hair and reassuring you he didn’t mean it

- he begins to get more forceful, prompting you to behave

- “Say you love me, y/n, come on, say it!”

- works on a reward basis, like training a dog

- “Good girl/boy! That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

- makes you think that it’s normal, the way he treats you, because he’s forcing you to adopt the loving behaviour towards him without you even realising his manipulation until it’s too late and you’re stuck in his web of deceit

- if someone else is viewed as competition in his eyes, John only threatens then when you’re not around so that he doesn’t ruin his progress with you

Sean

- restraints type

- he just wants to be with you! forever and ever and ever and ever

- can’t stand to be without you for just one second

- sometimes hides his fear of losing you behind humour and affection

- he grows in intensity very very quickly

- Sean will pick you up or drag you somewhere if you’re not obeying him, or if you try to leave him

- wants to be inseparable, why won’t you stay with him?

- he will tie your hands and/or feet so you can’t leave, or just so he can tease you and gaze upon you

- prefers to hold you down with his hands and body, but also enjoys a good length of rope

- also uses scarves for a bit of extra fun

Lenny

- dependence type

- knows how to get to your soft spot

- he insists he needs you and will beg if he has to so you won’t leave him

- enjoys faking being sick or getting himself scraped up so you will nurse him back to health

- he just bathes in your attention

- lots of pet names and sweet compliments, almost sickly sweet, and gets a bit whiny if you ignore him

- “I need you, can’t you see?! I can’t do this without you! It would ruin me!”

- tries to get sympathy from you or make you feel bad in any way so that you’ll consider staying

- if you do leave, he’ll go absolutely insane and probably go on a rampage just to get you back whatever the cost may be

Kieran

- wrong idea type

- Kieran is so into you from the moment he sets eyes upon you

- he’s smitten and convinced that you’re into him, unfortunately assuming that there’s something there where there actually isn’t

- watches you a lot

- if you smile at him, he gets all bashful and believes that you’re sending him signals

- if you touch him, oh, he loses his mind! 

- he has the bad habit of getting the wrong idea in the most innocent of acts

- drools if you wear anything that shows even a little bit of skin and will probably think that you’re wearing it just for him

- protective, too, he scowls and gets huffy if other men show you attention but he probably won’t act on it

- even if you flatly tell him you’re not interested, he thinks you’re playing a game or just lying for the sake of it

Eagle Flies

- deceptive type

- everything is behind the scenes with Eagle Flies, and he’s very good at what he does

- what he does, exactly, is manipulate and deceive you in subtle ways in order to gain your affections

- it starts off small, like loosing your horse so you’ll go on a walk alone with him to find it, and memorising your schedule for his benefit

- however, if you don’t respond soon enough for him, he becomes impatient

- you’re his to love, can’t you see that?

- he’ll definitely challenge anyone who he sees as a threat to his love for you

- he starts working harder to force you to care for him by making sure you can’t leave

- one afternoon when you were suggesting heading back to your home after a visit to Eagle Flies on his lands, he was quick to do anything he could to stop you

- he had one of his friends come crashing from the shrubbery claiming that there were dangerous soldiers nearby, which inevitably meant you had to stay with Eagle Flies to stay safe

- once, when you really insisted on having to get back, he disappeared into the forest and came back unbeknown to you with a fistful of yellow flowers

- mixed with water and offered as a drink to you, it doesn’t take long for the headache and weariness that washes over you

- feigning being surprised at your sudden “cold”, Eagle Flies makes sure to keep you on his bed of soft furs

- he’s so good at deceiving you that eventually you start to succumb to his caring nature and he relaxes, but he’s always just a little on edge, ready to find some new way to keep you all to himself

[reddeadmort]

Can I request a ArthurxF!Reader where everyone starts to gang up on Kieran (they have yet to trust him.) And his sister (reader) just opens a can of whoop ass on whoever is trying to mess with him. Normally, they'd try to kill her but Arthur feels some sort of connection even tho she makes it known she isnt interested, but only for the sake of her brother but Arthur appreciates a good challenge.

This ended up being a bit different from the request, but the general theme is still the same :) Was nice to mix it up with a reader that isn’t instantly dropping their pants just because Arthur spoke LOL.

Arthur Morgan x f! reader | “Not a fair fight” | AO3

Guidance: Minor mentions of violence, mostly just fluff/general entertainment.

Words: 1.9k

“Arthur, please, for me?”

“Mary-Beth, I ain’t riding for hours to go and get that O’Driscoll’s sister.”

“Arthur! You know he’s not an O’Driscoll no more, never really was. And she’s an innocent! If the O’Driscolls are after her like Kieran thinks, she’ll be dead soon. You could save her.”

Arthur sighed. Mary-Beth really knew how to play him like a fiddle. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Arthur shook his head before replying.

“Fine. I’ll go help Kieran find his damn sister. But she ain’t stayin’ with us long, and she’ll pull her weight!”

——-

You had just finished moving the rubbish out of the back of your little shack when the two men on horseback showed up. Before they’d had a chance to even call out to you, your shotgun was in your hands and pointing at the face of the bigger of the pair.

“Sister! It’s okay, it’s me!” Kieran called out, leaping off and running towards you.

“Kieran? What the hell are you doing here? I thought…well, to be honest, I assumed you were dead. Since you were stupid enough to go along with that O’Driscoll lot.” You lowered your gun just as Kieran flew into you, nearly knocking you over, and hugged you tightly. With your arms pinned to your side, all you could do was awkwardly pat him on the back with your free hand.

“I got out, sis! I… well it’s a long story, but I’m running with a different lot now. And they’re a lot nicer.” This comment caused the man still sat on his horse to chuckle. “This here’s Arthur Morgan, Y/N.”

“Ma’am” Arthur said as he tipped his hat at you, finally getting off his horse.

“Well, that’s all lovely Kieran, but why the hell are you here?” Kieran finally released you and started nervously wringing his hat in his hands.

“Ummm… I’m sorry sis….. but….but…..” Kieran stammered.

“Kieran, this is takin’ too damn long. Either she’s comin’ or she ain’t.” Arthur grunted, lighting a cigarette.

“What do you mean, ‘she’s coming?’” you snapped at the pair of them.

“Well, sis, I think there’s some O’Driscoll men coming after ya. They ain’t so keen on me leaving as it turns out.”

“Well we won’t be so cut up, feel free to leave us when you want” Arthur chuckled to himself, but went back to fiddling with his cigarettes when you scowled at him.

“Yes, thank you Kieran, I know. I’ve already had a visitor.” You hadn’t even finished your sentence before Arthur had his revolver out and was pushing past you into the shack. “Mr Morgan, while I of course appreciate you tramping mud into my house, you won’t find him in there.”

“Where’s he then? When did he come by? How long has he been gone?” Arthur was in fight mode now, assessing the situation, planning an exit strategy.

“Out back, with the rubbish. Came by about an hr ago. Died about 59minutes ago” you answered, nodding towards the back of the shack. Arthur, looking slightly bemused, took off around the shack to have a look, while Kieran once again grabbed you in a hug.

“Oh sister I’m so sorry!”

“Kieran, for the love of god, will you get the hell off me.”

Arthur reappeared from the back of the shack, a slight grin on his face.

“Yep, that’s one dead O’Driscoll. At least I reckon it is, ain’t much left of the face. Kieran, you sure she needs to come with us?” Arthur was looking at you slightly differently now; before, he couldn’t really be bothered, like you were an inconvenience. Now there was a slight twinkle in his eye you weren’t sure you liked the look of.

“Again, what’s with the ‘coming with you?!’” You were getting quite irritated now.

“Miss, Kieran here reckons you should come stay with us a while, until the O’Driscolls get bored of trying to find you.” As you opened your mouth to protest, Arthur held up a hand to silence you. “Now, I know you can clearly take care of yourself, but when that man don’t come back, they won’t be sending just the one. And I won’t feel right leavin’ you here to deal with that.”

“So instead I have to deal with you?”

“Sister, please.” Kieran was practically begging you, it was just like being kids again.

“We ain’t nice men, Y/N, but we ain’t them.” Arthur was giving you a look that said you were being put on a horse, whether you liked it or not.

“Fine. I’ll just grab a few things.” You quickly threw some clothes and the few valuables you had in a bag. You really didn’t have much, anyway; you’d never have told Kieran, but you’d been struggling to get enough money to buy food, let alone anything more extravagant than that. You’d even had to sell your horse a few months back.

“Y/N, you can ride with me” Arthur held a hand out for you to climb on his horse behind him.

“I think I’ll ride with my brother Mr Morgan.”

“Suit yourself.”  

——-

It had been a few weeks since you’d arrived in the Van der Linde camp, and you certainly didn’t feel like much of a guest, more ‘staff’. You had been set to work almost immediately; though, to be fair, one taste of Pearson’s stew had you pretty much begging to take over the cooking.

You got on alright with the women, but the men did your head in. Not because of how they treated you; in general they were pretty polite, though you had to tell a couple of them that it wouldn’t be just bits of deer in the stew if they came any closer to you. Your problem was with how they treated your brother. He couldn’t do anything right; even when he was just sat, or tending to the horses, he got shouted at for some reason. It was like your dad was alive again.

Kieran being Kieran wouldn’t stick up for himself at all, just tried to avoid doing anything to trigger anybody. But he didn’t need to do anything; all he had to do was pass by one of them and they’d make some form of derogatory comment. You fought back as hard as you could on his behalf, just like you had growing up. Arthur was one of the worst, he always seemed to have a sarcastic phrase or two; for some reason, Kieran liked him more than a lot of the others despite this. Apparently, Kieran said, when you weren’t around, Arthur was fine with him. You had no idea why this would be, and didn’t really care.

—–

“Arthur, for a grown man, you sure act like a teenager” Mary-Beth gently scolded.

Arthur frowned, unsure what she meant. He’d only asked her why you didn’t really ever want to talk to him; he wasn’t really expecting that response.

“She doesn’t like it when you are mean to her brother, Arthur, it’s as simple as that. It’s all you ever do when she’s around! Have you tried, I don’t know, maybe just talking to her?”

“I don’t know what to say Mary-Beth. I always just kind of… go blank.”

“You’re a silly old fool Arthur Morgan.”

—–

The next morning, you were chatting as you helped a couple of the girls prep some breakfast. You liked this time, just after sunrise, before most of the camp had got up. It was peaceful, and your day had yet to be disturbed by some offhand comment.

“Mary-Beth, reckon I could borrow one of the horses? I could really do with some meat that’s not green for the stew.”

Before Mary-Beth could answer, Arthur’s now familiar voice rumbled behind you, making you start.

“I can take ya out huntin’, Y/N.” His tone surprised you – it sounded almost hopeful. You turned to look at him.

“Thank you Mr Morgan, but I really don’t need a chaperone.” Behind your back, Mary-Beth gestured to Arthur, encouraging him to say something else.

“Y/N, I….errr… well you ain’t leavin’ camp without one, so either you go huntin’ with me or stay here.” Without you seeing, Mary-Beth slapped her hand to her forehead, covering her eyes, shaking her head.

“Well I guess I’m going with you then Mr Morgan” you sighed, starting to walk away to get your gun.

You and Arthur rode in silence towards the hunting spot Charles had recommended, you having borrowed one of the camp horses. When you arrived, you hitched the horses, put out some herbivore bait, and settled in to wait. Arthur leaned against a nearby tree while you crouched low a little way in front. After a little while waiting, with no luck, you stood up to stretch your legs.

“Mr Morgan, can you keep an eye on the bait for a moment please.”

“You can call me Arthur ya know.” Again, there it was; a slightly hopeful note to his voice.

“I know, Mr Morgan, I just don’t want to.”

“I don’t know what ya want from me” grumbled Arthur. “I mean, I didn’t kill your brother, I saved his life, that’s got to count for something.” He kicked at a nearby stone, sending it crashing into a bush, scaring the crap out of an unsuspecting rabbit.

“Oh, will you shut up about that?!” you rounded on Arthur, startling him. “God! Like it’s some great thing, “not killing someone”. Normal people don’t even THINK about killing someone else! Much less, that person having to be grateful for it!” By the time you finished, you were right in Arthur’s face, him backed up against the tree, hands out trying to placate you. You suddenly realised how close you were to him; you could practically feel his thumping heartbeat.

You stepped away a few paces before sitting down on the ground with a quiet huff. After a few moments silence, Arthur came to sit next you, not particularly close.

“I’m sorry Y/N. We shouldn’t be so hard on Kieran, he’s a good kid. And he’s lucky to have a woman like you for a sister.” Arthur plucked some grass from the ground, fiddling with it.

“Woman like me? What does that mean.” You meant to snap at him, but the sight of this large, grown man fiddling with the grass like a child softened you.

“I don’t mean nothin’ bad by it. I think you’re….. strong.” Arthur had paused too long before that last word, you could tell it wasn’t what he wanted to say.

“Thank you Arthur.” He looked up as you said his name; it was the first time you hadn’t called him Mr Morgan.

“Thank you Y/N. I’m sorry, I think sometimes I forget to behave around people that ain’t…. well, outlaws.”

“It’s okay Arthur. I guess I’m not doing a great job of showing that I’m grateful for your protection either.”

“If your dumbass brother hadn’t fallen in with the O’Driscolls you wouldn’t be in this mess with us” Arthur chuckled.

“Hey! He’s my dumbass brother, only I may mock him” you said as you stuck your tongue out playfully at Arthur, making him smile. It was nice smile; without intending to, you found yourself hoping that you’d see it again.  

“Ya know, Y/N, I’d like to come huntin’ again with you if you’d have me.” There he went again, fiddling with the grass, like a kid 20-25 years his junior. You smiled before replying.

“I think I’d like that too Arthur.”