#magnificent seven goodnight oneshot

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Hi, same anon who asked before! Can I please request Goody with a female reader who’s secretly a witch and a member of the seven and he finds out when she uses magic during a fight and takes out like ten guys at once? Thanks so much ❤️❤️

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Witches are not real. We love stories, all of us, tall tales and fables and legends too, but they’re not real. No matter how many times your older cousins whisper things to you under the cover of nightfall, terrible, twisted imaginings about elderly crones with raven familiars or eternally youthful enchantresses compelled to grind the bones of wrongdoers, we know they are not real. The glow of the firelight makes you think they could be real, but they are, at the end of the day, just stories. Stories, and nothing more.

Witches are real, because you are. There is no telling how it happened, what combination of full moons and thirteenth Fridays, black cats and broken mirrors, all manifested to make you what you are. We are a product of what we need. Perhaps your family needed the protection that a normal daughter could not bring. Perhaps they just deserved the curse of you. No one can tell for sure.

You grew up in a small town, same as everyone else’s but wonderfully original, too. The lanterns that swayed when a cold wind blew in were a particular shade of muted gold known only to you, the floors creak in a tune that no one else would hear quite like you did. Backcountry village dwellers know the clopping of new hoofs, the signal of a newcomer, and they know how the sun beats down on your back after a long day of work, but they’ll never know your particular shade of it.

It was a quiet upbringing, for the most part. Your mother raised you right, and turned a blind eye when you took to foraging in the woods for plants and stones she did not recognize. She wasn’t too pleased about the whole affair at first, but then one of the younger boys across the street broke her favorite ceramic jug, the one her mother had made. You fixed it with a few muttered words and a twist of your wrist, and after that your specific brand of devilry was allowed in the house so long as no one else saw it.

No child likes to hide away forever, though, not when they feel there’s nothing about them unduly wrong. Perhaps the devil himself had chosen to make you a little more than human, or perhaps the angels lingered too long over your cradle when you were a baby, but regardless of the source, you were still you, still good, and you didn’t see why that warranted the need to forever live in shame and fear of discovery.

You came close one night. You were old enough to outgrow your mother but too young to match her wisdom. In an attempt to help your family, you were almost discovered while trying to turn the smallish squirrel one of your brothers caught into something better, something that could feed all of you. One of the neighbors had decided to do a little poking around at the time you were spellcasting, and that little glimpse could have cost you everything. 

They never saw anything outright suspicious, but it was too close, and the prospect of a witch hunt wouldn’t do you any good out here when no one would speak up for you. People don’t like girls with mouths to run. No one would defend such a witch from the flame.

If the town will not protect the girl, then the girl will protect herself. You ran far away, far enough away that no one had heard your name and certainly didn’t care to listen to it. You find work here and there, never quite enough pay to make you settle in one place but enough to keep you alive. You pass from village to village, city to city, and somehow along the way, you find a little place called Rose Creek.

It’s not a marvel by any means. This is a town. You have seen many of its kind before, countless iterations of the same style of brick and mortar and abandoned hopes for better things. The faces are new, the people down on different kinds of luck, but it’s largely the same as always. You were planning on repeating your usual schedule of sticking around for a few months before hitting the road again lest someone discover you, but then you hear about the situation they’ve got going on and you decide otherwise.

A man named Sam Chisholm is putting together a plan to release Rose Creek from some kind of mining tycoon. He’s asking for every able hand to pitch in, something you hear about when you ride in later that night. Over time, you’ve had to learn how to defend yourself from a great many sharp-eyed bullies who’ve found you out, so your marksmanship is as good as any hired gun. 

You find Sam’s main group sitting around a table at a nearby saloon and decide to offer up your services. Doing good makes you feel better, eases the heavy burden that always seems to press against your ribs after too many long nights. When you have gifts like yours and you don’t use them to help, it’s as good as aiding the enemy.

The men take your offer about as expected. One of them, a cocky hotshot you later learn is called Faraday, actually starts laughing. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he chokes out between guffaws, “I don’t think you’re made for the front lines. Maybe you can help get the rest of the women and children to safety, though?”

You arch a brow. The rest of the group has the decency to shake their heads and look away, avoiding eye contact. “Alright,” you tell him coolly, “Just to ease my temper, though, would y’want to engage in a bit of a shooting contest? Since we’re so far from the front lines now, I’m sure I’ll survive somehow.”

Faraday grins and agrees to your challenge in a heartbeat, smirking over at his friends like he isn’t stressed about losing in the slightest. One of the men looks like he might have to disagree with Faraday’s bravado, though. He’s a little older than the man rolling his eyes as he heads out to the targets outside the saloon, and looks at you with a smile you’re pretty sure is with you instead of just at your expense.

This second man chuckles a little to himself, takes a swallow of the drink in front of him, and tells you to make Faraday wager on the contest, just so your opponent can embarrass himself a little more. You laugh at that, raising your hand in mock salute before joining Faraday outside the saloon. The rules of the shooting contest are agreed upon; three targets from increasingly far distances, closest to the center wins.

Five rounds later, Faraday’s swears increase in volume as he loses progressively more money, and you’re sitting at Sam Chisholm’s table, discussing the group’s plan to rid Rose Creek of its rather oppressive hosts. You learn the names and attitudes of all those at the table, including the one who’d known you’d win from the start.

Goodnight Robicheaux is not what you’d expected of him. You’ve heard stories of an ex-soldier with a gift for bloodthirst, as the so-called Angel of Death is a tale that’s spread far and wide even without Goodnight’s input, but you hadn’t expected the actual man behind the myth to be quite like him. Goody’s nice, a decent man and a better shot, but you wouldn’t connect the name with the body unless someone told you. Goodnight doesn’t like showing off with a gun.

In fact, he doesn’t like touching a weapon at all. You can tell that it’s starting to rankle Faraday and the rest of the men from Rose Creek who’ve agreed to help out– here you have a legend of the war, and he won’t even look at a gun– but Goodnight steadfastly refuses to give in to their not so silent pressure. He offers advice and has promised to help liberate the town, but he will not become the man of such fear and admiration.

You have to respect it. Although you haven’t asked Goody why he won’t shoot a round with the rest, you can guess as to why. Death doesn’t come easy to everyone. This man is a soldier. Was a soldier. He knows what it is to hate what you are. You can understand that better than anyone.

Maybe that’s why the two of you have gotten along so well. You talk when you want to, swap stories when you wish it, but when the nights get long and neither of you can sleep for memories both of you want to hide, you can find him pacing the streets of the town, and you know that you are not alone. Sometimes you walk for miles in the silence, and you have never felt more secure.

The day of the attack sneaks up on you. Bogue’s men show up on the horizon, too many, too strong, but Rose Creek won’t waver and neither will you. You all have your places to be so this mad plan can be orchestrated, so when the sun starts to flood across the sky, you hurry to your station, ready your gun, and prepare your mind to die.

You swore to yourself that you would not use magic during this fight. You don’t need your spells, not really; you’ve long since learned that it’s safer to use a gun to fight off attackers, so you trust your aim in cases like this. The benefit of magic, though, is its strength. Picking off enemy fighters one by one with a gun is nothing compared to how simple it would be to pull up energy from the ground and condemn a dozen men to their graves in the span of half a second.

You can feel it gnawing at you throughout the fight, the knowledge of how easy it would be to end it all. Is it not a sort of betrayal to your friends, to have the capacity to save them all the faster but refuse to use it? You are helping them with your guns right now, but could it ever be enough?

You will not use your spells. You cannot. You should not. Bogue’s men seem to pour out of every cavity in every wall, a thousand rats in a plague upon your friends. If this is your last stand, so be it. It is a good thing to die for a good cause. Better when you’ve spent your whole life running in the hopes of finding something like it.

There is one thing you cannot accept, however, and that is the death of someone you care about. It is one thing to rationalize your own self-sacrifice, but when you look across the battlefield and realize that the bullets of a Gatling gun are about to speed across town and wreck the very church steeple in which Goodnight and Billy are stationed in, the shock and fear of it cuts you like a blade to the heart. 

There is no time, none at all. The trigger has already been pulled. There is nothing any man could do to save them, not up there. You will have the perfect view as they fall from all the way up there. And you look up at him, up on the steeple, and you know that he is not coming down. Not unless you do something. Not unless you do it now.

Nothing no man could do. You are no regular man. It is the easiest thing in the world to think of what you wish. The magic responds instantly, tugging away from your fingers and into the earth. It’s like it’s been waiting this whole time, begging to be used. Clouds of dust rise up from the streets, forming a perfect circle around the church. Then, in a flash, they move out, blocking everything in their path. The bullets ricochet off, finding new targets in the sides of buildings and even enemy soldiers. You count a dozen downed fighters, maybe more than that, all having previously aimed to kill your friends. All dead now.

The Gatling gun goes silent. All is quiet for a moment. You see silhouettes shifting up in the church steeple, and even from this distance, you recognize Goody when he stands and stares at you. Your hands are raised. No one else had been focused on the steeple except for you. There is no proof that you could do something like that, but he does not need proof to explain what he feels, what he knows right now.

We do not ask questions when impossible things happen. Not when they are good. When a bullet that should have struck you right between your eyes somehow curves and misses you mid flight, you praise the Lord instead of asking why. When you swear you caught two fish but there are four flopping there on the bank the next time you blink, you only admire the fine meal you have before you. They could have known you were a witch, all of them. Odds are they did. You don’t ask, though. None of us do. 

Goodnight asks. He waits until the battle is over, until it is won, until the only danger comes from him knowing and you not being able to tell how he will react. He times it so you almost think you’ll get away without him putting two and two together, and then he turns to you, muffled by the din of victorious conversation, and asks, “It was you that saved us, wasn’t it?”

You shrug, looking away with a pointed determination. “I’d say that’s a pretty strong compliment. We all helped as much as we could, you know. Saying that I specifically saved you ignores the rest.”

Goody shakes his head. “You know what I’m talking about. Bullets can’t bounce off of thin air. Unless, of course, someone makes them.”

Your fingers are perfectly still on the table in front of you. “I don’t know how that would happen.”

“Neither do I,” Goody says quietly, “And I’ve decided that it’s not important to me that I do know. What’s important to me is that whoever saved us risked their life to do so. Secrets like that can be deadly. If you ever find out who diverted those bullets, I’d like you to thank them for me.”

You risk a glance his way. Goodnight’s looking fondly at his friends gathered on the other side of the table– a round of cards has started up already, even though the only deck they have has been riddled severely by bullet holes– but that smile, that smile is for you. You know it. He does too.

“It might have been me,” you whisper.

He looks over at you at last. “I’m glad it was,” he tells you. “I’m glad it was you.”

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okay so i’m getting ready to write the first chapter of my first fanfic!! the fanfic is named “love and war”. it’s going to be a goodnight robicheaux x oc. comment if you would like to be tagged in the first chapter when it’s released!!

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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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The Road (Goodnight Robicheaux)

    You always knew when Goody was in town long before you ever saw his face. Nothing ever happened where you lived, but his arrival always brought the children out to greet him and Billy (somehow Goodnight always seemed to have sweets and trinkets for them), and the cheerful voices drifting in through the windows of the boarding house you worked at always made you rush outside, whatever you were in the middle of.

    Today was no different. It was a warm early autumn evening, just before sunset, and you were lighting the lamps inside the boarding house when the sounds of joviality from outside made you set down your matches and hurry out the door, not before checking your appearance quickly in the mirror. Sure enough, there were Goodnight and Billy riding side by side on horseback, and as soon as Goodnight’s eyes settled on you standing on the top step of the porch he halted his horse and tilted his head back to look at you better, and his lips curved into a warm smile.

    “So, how long are you two staying this time?” you asked as you set down a decanter and two glasses on the table before sitting down.

    “I'd say a week or two,” Goodnight said, pouring some of the whiskey into his glass.

    “Well, I'm planning on coming with you when you leave, so give me some warning, okay?” you said firmly.

    Goodnight’s brow furrowed slightly. “I don't think that'd be wise, darlin.’”

    You sighed, glancing briefly at Billy, whose eyes were fixed on his glass. You understood that he didn't want to get involved, but you would have appreciated the backup.

    “I'm a grown woman, Goody; I can make decisions for myself,” you said, and though his expression remained serious, you caught a fond glint of admiration in his eyes.

    “I know, I know,” he said. “But being on the road’s not a kind life toward a lady like yourself.”

    “I want to be with you, Goody,” you said. “You've been saying you'll settle down ever since we started seeing each other what, two years ago? Three? And I understand that you can't do that, which is why l want to come with you.”

    “She has a point,” Billy said, and Goodnight leaned back, considering.

    “Besides, you and I aren’t getting any younger,” you added. “Life isn’t gonna wait for us.”

    “Well, it sounds like there's no talking you out of it,” Goodnight said, and for all his trying to dissuade you, you could tell he was now attempting to hide a smile.

    “He was hoping you’d try to convince him to let you come,” Billy said as the pair of you worked on loading the saddlebags of yours and Goodnight’s horses while Goodnight got a few more supplies from the town.

    “Really?” you asked, and Billy nodded, adding with a small smile,

    “And wherever we travel our path always starts curving back this way; he’s the one choosing where we go.”

    You smiled, your fingers stilling for a moment before you kept working. Sometimes you doubted your relationship with Goodnight because of how often he was gone, but Billy’s words reinforced your surety again.

    “All right, ready to get this show on the road?” Goodnight’s voice called and you turned to see him approaching with a small box of ammo in each hand.

    “Yes,” you said firmly, and Billy agreed.

    Late that night you lay on your bedroll next to Goodnight, the deep starry sky winking down at you. Billy had gone to “recon the area,” but you knew him well enough to tell he wasn’t telling the truth, or at least not all of it, and you figured he wanted to give you and Goodnight some time alone. Goodnight was lying with one arm under his head, surprisingly quiet as he looked up at the sky. You reached over to slip your hand into his, asking, “Whatcha thinking about?”

    “Oh nothing,” he said, rolling onto his side and reaching up to cup your cheek in his free hand. “I’m just glad you came, darlin.’”

    You smiled, leaning in to kiss him. “I am too.”

    “I’d been hoping to take you down to New Orleans one of these days,” he said, letting go of your hand to stretch out his arm. You shifted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping firmly around you. “It’s a beautiful sight after a long day of travel. And the music, the food, it’s a grand old place…”

   As hard as you tried to stay awake, it was late and you were tired, and you eventually drifted off, comfortable and content as Goodnight cheerfully rambled on about plans for your future.

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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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The Magnificent Seven Masterlist

Billy Rocks

Living, Surviving - Based on this request: "billy rocks with gn reader? reader is the medic. they’ve been flirting with billy for a while, but neither of them planned on doing anything about it until reader collapses after a battle and billy completely freaks out." Imagine

Shootouts and Secrets - Based on this request: "Magnificent Seven Grishaverse AU? Billy is a Fabrikator. Reader is a Heartrender who keeps it a secret since Heartrenders have an iffy reputation. But when the Seven are in a fight with another gang and Billy gets cornered by a man about to shoot him, Reader kills the guy by stopping his heart, thus revealing themselves." Grishaverse AU

Goodnight Robicheaux

A Good World - Drabble

A New Story - Based on this request: "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?" Modern AU

We Are All the Stuff of Stories - Based on this request: "Goody with fem reader who’s secretly a witch and a member of the seven and he finds out when she uses magic during a fight and takes out like ten guys at once?" Imagine

General Magnificent Seven

Eight of Us - Based on this request: "They meet teen fem reader when she helps with sharpshooting, and they offer her a place with them. Later, they notice her talking to a young woman and realize the reader likes girls and was scared to tell them for fear of getting kicked out of the group. They tell her they accept her" Oneshot

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Wonderful Things

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 6 - Picnic

Pairing: Goodnight Robicheaux x GN!Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of blood/injury

Word Count: ~2.6k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000 Requested Taglist: @hybrid-omegaverse, @spuffyfan394

*Fluff/Cute

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When Sam Chisolm walked through the doors of your inn, followed by his six companions, you knew your life was about to change, you just weren’t quite sure how yet.

“Sam.” You greeted with a fond smile, which he gladly returned, stepping towards you and pulling you into a hug.

“Y/n, good to see you again.” He said when stepping away from you.

“So, what do I owe the honor of Sam Chisolm and his friends.” You asked with genuine curiosity.

Sam smiled at you “Just looking for a place to lay low for a bit, get rested. And I happened to remember that a friend of mine lived close by.”

You nodded your head “Uh-huh.” You ran your eyes over the six other men who had entered your inn, crowding the rather small entry area.

Your eyes lingered on an older gentleman leaning against the door, he had his eyes trained on you and a smile on his face. When you locked eyes he titled his head slightly in greeting. Your eyes landed on the red stain seeping through the shoulder of his jacket, blood.

His, or another’s you couldn’t help but wonder. “You’re not gonna bring trouble down on me again are you Sam Chisolm?” You asked with a mixture of seriousness and a joking tone.

“Not if I can help it.” He answered honestly.

“Well then, come on in.” You said turning with a smile and walking into the main room, the seven men followed “I’ll get you some rooms ready, and have the cook make up some food for you gentlemen.”

“That’s mighty kind of you, thank you.” The tall stocky man in the back said, his voice did not match his appearance nor his reputation, and it caught you off guard, but you gave him a small nod and smile.

“Are you going to introduce yourselves or am I going to have to guess who you all are?” You asked, looking around at the others.

“Well I thought our reputations might have preceded us.” A man said as he leaned against the counter. Short red hair, blue eyes and a flirty smile, you looked to his hands and saw him toying with a playing card. “Joshua Faraday.” He said with a wink

Sam rolled his eyes a bit before he motioned to the others, one at a time “Vasquez. Jack Horne, Red Harvest, Billy Rocks and Goodnight Robicheaux” He listed off their names one after the other.

Taking out seven keys, you began to hand them out “Quite the group you got yourself here.”

Goodnight walked up to you and Sam. “Now that you know who we are, who might you be? Sam has told us very little.” He spoke smoothly and with a kind smile as he watched you closely.

You turned fully towards him and smiled politely “Y/n L/n, at your service.” You nodded your head a bit before walking away from them “I’m going to inform the cook that we have visitors in need of food.” Stopping you turned back and locked eyes with Goodnight “Mr Robicheaux, is that blood on your jacket from someone else, or are you in need of care?”

Goodnight glanced down at his chest and smiled “I assure you I’m alright-”

“He’s not.” Billy broke in, his voice serious.

You looked from Billy to Goodnight “Alright then. I will bring you some bandages up to your room momentarily.” You said before rounding the corner, leaving Goodnight to look at Billy with a glare of annoyance.

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Knocking on Goodnight’s door, you entered after you heard him call out. Stepping into the room, you see him now standing at the window, staring out. He was wearing no shirt, but had a rag pressed to his shoulder, now red from blood. You frowned in concern as you set your tray of supplies down.

Goodnight smiled at you “Thank you very kindly.” Seeing you begin to unwrap the bandages he took a few steps closer “You need not worry yourself with me, I assure you I can handle it.”

“Nonsense.” You replied quickly yet softly “I’ve dealt with much worse.” He met your eyes and you saw his gaze soften lightly “I’d appreciate it if you’d let me help you Mr Robicheaux.”

A soft smile graced his lips as he took a step closer, he leaned his head a bit closer and spoke a bit softer, a gleam of gaiety in his eyes “Only if you call me Goodnight.”

You smiled at him “If that is what it takes Mr-...Goodnight.”

His smile widened as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You sat on the other side of him and began to clean his wound. Goodnight couldn’t help but watch you as you did so. He noted the delicate features of your face, as well as the determined gaze in your eyes and the careful movement of your hands. You’ve clearly dealt with wounds before. There was more to you than met the eye, and Goodnight found himself inclined to learn just all there was.

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In the five days that the seven had been staying in your inn, you grew fond of all of them, and you liked to believe they thought the same of you. The longer you learned of their adventures together, the more you wished you had been there. You had been dormant for a long time, and began to miss travelling and adventure.

You and Sam told them all about how you had met, how you hadn’t always been inn keeper, but instead a rookie bounty hunter that worked alongside Sam for a bit before he became a true professional. After a few too many close calls with death, you took to being a business owner, and housing wanderers and the occasional outlaw. But you had grown bored. And now, with the seven, you began to grow restless, and you were sure Sam noticed. Part of you wanted to ask if you could tag along with them for a while, but you were afraid he would reject you, refusing to let you come.

Besides the want for adventure, you also hated goodbye’s, especially to friends. And the more you spent time the seven, and especially with Goodnight, the harder you thought goodbye might be. Goodnight had grown on you much more than the others. You thought him charming, kind, funny and impressive. Goodnight seemed to share an interest in you, but you feared you might be mistaking his casual flirting and need for company as genuine affection. You feared you might be making a fool of yourself.

“A lot on your mind?” A voice broke you from your thoughts.

Turning away from the window, you smile at Sam as he approached you “I suppose.” You replied.

Sam came and stood next to you and looked out the window “He’s taken quite the liking to you you know?”

Following his line of sight, you see Goodnight, Billy, Joshua and Vasquez all standing in the front, practicing with their guns. You let out a small laugh “Which one?”

Sam chuckled “Well actually, I’m pretty sure they all have. But, there is one more than the other. And I think, perhaps, the feelings aren’t quite one sided.” You shyly met Sam’s eyes and he smiled softly at you “I’ve known both of you for quite some time, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see why. Or, that you two would be well suited for one another.”

You felt your heart begin to beat faster as he spoke, and looking out at Goodnight, you let out a sigh “How can you sound so sure?” You asked softly, clear uncertainty in your voice.

“I guess I just know these things.” Sam said casually, before he patted you on the shoulder lightly, and turned to leave. You looked back out the window and watched Goodnight for a few more moments, getting lost in thought all over again.

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The rest of the day went smoothly as you enjoyed the company of the seven, as well as some alone time when they went into town. And now, you looked up at the partly cloudy sky as you finished bringing in some clothes from the clothesline. There was a cool breeze blowing that seemed to comfort your distracted mind. As you stared off to the horizon, you were unaware of Goodnight watching you from the doorway.

He had a fond smile on his face as he watched you close your eyes and relish in the cool breeze. Finally he broke the silence “Beautiful day isn’t it?”

Your eyes shot open as you turned to the sound of Goodnight's voice. When you saw him leaning casually against the doorway with a smile on his face, you wondered how long he had been there. The thought that he might have been watching you for some time sent heat rising up your neck.

Ignoring this, you smiled at him “Yes, it is.” Goodnight pushed himself off the door and left the doorway, walking up to you. “How’s your shoulder?” You asked as he did.

He smiled “Feels just fine, thanks to you.” He said with a nod of his head and a bright crooked smile.

“Good, I’m glad.”

Goodnight adjusted his stance a bit, seemingly thinking of what he was going to say. Meeting your eyes he smiled, but with an obvious apprehension behind them “Would you do me a favor Y/n?” He asked finally.

You nodded, straightened up a bit “Of course.”

He smiled, feeling a bit more confident “Go on a walk with me?”

You were a bit thrown off by this, having expected him to ask a chore of you. But his question instead made you nervous with excitement. You smiled a bit “Where to?”

He smiled in response before taking a step away from you and holding out his arm for you to take “I suppose you’ll see soon enough.”

You squinted and gave him a quizzical stare before slowly looping your arm through his. You were apprehensive, but knowing Goodnight would do you no harm, you took the chance and began to walk with him, letting him lead the way.

You walked away from the town and into the small wooded area nearby. Having often walked through this area in the evenings, you knew it well. You and Goodnight had walked in a comfortable silence as he led you to a small worn out path, one you knew as well. Clearing his throat he finally spoke “I wanted to thank you, for all you had done for us while we were here.”

You shook your head and smiled at him “There is no need to thank me Goodnight. I’m glad to have helped. Sam has been a good friend; and I’m glad to have made even more.”

Goodnight smiled “I’m glad to have met you Y/n, very much so.”

You felt butterflies in your stomach as he smiled at you, and even more when he took your hand in his and turned, pulling you along gently off the path and through to a clearing. “Where are you taking me?” You asked with a small laugh.

Just as you asked, you stepped out into the clearing and spotted a small blanket in the grass. On it was a wicker basket. “I wanted to show my appreciation for what you've done for me, and, also to...well, in all honesty I just wanted to be alone with you.” He finally admitted as he turned to you.

A smile broke out on your face as you realized what he was doing “A picnic?” You had clever glee on your face as you looked at the scene

“I thought you might like it.” Goodnight said, glad to have elicited such a reaction, whatever nervousness he had been feeling leaving him.

Leading you over to the blanket you couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled out of you “Honestly, I wouldn’t have expected this from you.”

Goodnight let out an almost offended scoff, but it was laced with amusement “I’ll have you know, I am not only a gentleman, but a romantic as well.”

You laughed at this as you sat down beside him on the blanket. “Well that I could have assumed.” Admiring the setup of the picnic as Goodnight handed you a glass for a drink you smiled “This is my first picnic.”

Goodnight smiled as he poured your drink into your glass. “Though that is a shame, I consider myself honored to bring you on your first. I’ve known a great deal of wonderful things to happen at picnics.” He spoke smoothly with a flirty tone.

After sharing a drink and some food that Goodnight bribed the inn cook to make for him, you found yourself sitting side by side, shoulders pressed together as Goodnight told you a story. An almost unbelievable one at that, but, you listened intently as he did so, enjoying the sound of his voice as he spoke.

When he finished and turned to you, he watched proudly as you stifled some laughter. His eyes scanned over your face and he found himself wanting to be even closer to you. He accepted that he had grown to adore you, and hated the idea of leaving and not seeing you again. Something he brought up to Sam and Billy, both of whom saw it coming a mile off.

As your laughter faltered, you let out a breathy sigh, still amused from his story. But when you looked to Goodnight and saw a serious look on his face, your smile fell and was replaced with concern “What is it Goodnight?”

Slowly, Goodnight brought up his hand to your face. He stroked his thumb across your cheek gently before taking it away. Sitting up a bit he stared intently into your eyes “How would you like to come with us?”

You thought your jaw might have fallen off had you not had more control over yourself. You shook your head slightly “What?”

“With the others and I, I mean. Come with us. We all discussed it, and all of us are open to it if you are.”

“Is this Sam’s idea?” You asked, your heart dropping a bit.

Goodnight shrugged his shoulders. “He certainly had a hand in it, but I’m the one who first brought it up.”

“You are?” You asked, more curious and hopeful now.

He nodded “Yes. I-” he hesitated for a moment “Well to be frank, I've fallen quite hard for you Y/n, and I can’t stand the idea of leaving without you now. So, I’ll ask again, will you come with us...Will you come with me.?”

As you processed his words your entire being was filled with an array of emotions you couldn’t control, but the most dominant than the rest was the pure rush of excitement. They all wanted you to come with them, and Goodnight felt just as you did. Part of you was convinced you were dreaming.

Smiling brightly at Goodnight, you nodded your head fervently “I’ll come with you Goodnight.”

Goodnight grinned with relief and excitement, and before he could stop himself he leaned towards you, fervently kissing you, bringing his hand to your face as he did so. You were surprised by the sudden kiss, but leaned fully into it a moment later. When you both ran out of breath, you pulled away, smiling childishly at each other as you pressed your foreheads together.

Goodnight let out a small chuckle “I told you wonderful things happen at picnics.”

xx End xx

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Magnificent Seven Masterlist

This is a Masterlist for everything I have written for both the 2016 Magnificent Seven movie, and the 1998-2000 Magnificent Seven Tv Series.

Here is a link to my Main Masterlist

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Scenario Game: Show and Movie Characters

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Billy Rocks:

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Flowers and Fireflies (fluff/cute)

What's Mine is Yours (fluff)

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert); 'Moment of Realization' (angst/romance)

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Goodnight Robicheaux:

Headcanons:

+ Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

Taking care of each other when you are sick (cute/fluff/whump)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

���Wonderful Things’ (fluff/cute)

'Ghost Stories' (spooky/halloween)

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Red Harvest:

Fic: 'Unspoken'; (fluff/bit of angst)

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

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Joshua Faraday:

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘Fear and Trust’ (angst/fluff)

'Songbird' (cute/gen)

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

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Vasquez:

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

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Sam Chisholm:

Headcanons + Drabble: 'How the Seven would Admit their feelings for you' (fluff/cute/romantic)

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- - Magnificent Seven (Tv Series) - -

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All Characters:

Headcanons:

Characters as Scents (#2)

How each of the seven admit their feelings for you (The Seven x Reader; fluff/cute/romance)

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Ezra Standish

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (cute/fluff)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘The feeling of fingers brushing together by accident’ (fluff)

'Comforting Company' (comfort/cute)

Safe With Me (cute/comfort)

'Noticed' (cute/gen)

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Chris Larabee

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (angst/fluff)

Fic: 'Wherever You Go' (fluff/angst)

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Vinn Tanner

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (cute/fluff)

Fic: 'Wanna Bet?' (fluff/humor)

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Buck Wilmington

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (angst/fluff)

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Josiah Sanchez

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (angst/fluff)

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Nathan Jackson

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (fluff)

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J.D. Dunne

Headcanons + Drabble: How they admit their feelings for you (humor/fluff)