#yandere todd x thompson

[obsessivelyloved]

I can’t for the life of me remember if I ever posted this but here’s a implied yandere todd x thompson fic

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Thompson wished he could say that nothing ever happened in this godforsaken town. Any time an out of towner asked him how his job was, he would love to say that his job was easy. That all he had to do was roundup loose cattle every once in a while.

With the constant crime, this town was like hell. Not a day went by when the damn bank wasn’t being robbed or someone’s horse was stolen. Or hell, when someone robbed Todd. No one ever seemed to learn from other’s mistakes here either. Too many bandits have been found dead after robbing Todd, the Red Bandit’s signature mark branded into their cold skin.

The implications of that never failed to give Thompson an awful headache so he chose not to think much of it. It could absolutely be excused of the infamous man taking care of the town he probably resided in. If Thompson ignored the fact that he only did this for one business in town.

Constant days like this was why Thompson had constant bags under his eyes, though one was covered by his eye patch, and not a night went by where he hadn’t sat in the saloon. Even when he stayed past closing Todd never minded his company.

He would just sit next to Thompson on a stool and together they’d sit in silence until Thompson left or passed out.

It was a calming routine. One not even broken when Todd’s inventory was empty.

Tonight however, was different. For one, Todd had closed up his bar early, flipping the sign soon after Thompson had sat down. Next, he poured himself a drink and took a seat next to him.

“You didn’t get robbed again so I can’t imagine you had that rough a day.”

Todd snorted, “Maybe those damn fools have finally gotten the hint,” he said. He took a drink.

“Nah you know they’re only biding their time. Overheard some of those idiots inside the supply store, they’re just biding their time. Think they can rob ‘ya blind and face the Red Bandit if he comes after them.”

“And how long were you waitin’ to inform me of this?”

“Just heard it today. ‘M telling ‘ya now, ain’t I?”

Thompson drained his glass and he heard Todd sigh.

“What do you think, of these fellows ending up dead by Red’s hand?”

He only gave Todd a shrug.

“You are well aware of what that implies and I want nothing to do with it. I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.”

Thompson rose to his feet, giving Todd a tired look. “I’ll get out of your hair now, since you closed up early tonight. Would hate to be a bother.”

“Never stopped you from staying past close before.”

“No, but you look like you could use some sleep.”

“You ain’t looking so pretty yourself, sheriff.”

“When am I ever?” Thompson said with a laugh. “Take care of yourself, Todd. I’ve got a feeling that we might all be busy with the Red Bandit in town.”

Todd said nothing else.

As he stepped out of the Saloon’s doors, he heard Todd slam his glass down on his counter.

True to his word, the bar was robbed once again. The culprits were found dead hours later, brands seared into every inch of skin. As brutal as it was, Thompson turned his eye away and did not think of it.

* * * * * * * *

Days had passed without much trouble for Todd. With how brutal the last murderers were, no one dared to even step foot into his bar. No one but Thompson, at least. It was bad for business but if Todd minded he didn’t show.

Silence hung in the air as Todd poured him a drink. Wonder why he’s giving me something good this early, Thompson thought absentmindedly. The act itself was strange. Todd normally gave him an entire bottle and left him to it. It never changed whether he had something shitty or expensive.

“You’re gonna need this for what I have to say.”

“I don’t like this.”

“Don’t care, drink it an’ listen.”

Thompson drained the glass and fixed his eye on Todd.

“There’s talk of Eduardo’s crew stealing the Prince of England.”

Oh hell no.

Thompson puts his head in his hands, thankful for the strong liquor entering his system.

“I think… That’s…” He was at a loss for words.

“I suspect that the Prince is already here and so, at best, you have less than a month to prepare to work with whoever is sent.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

Todd stared blankly at him. “Won’t be good for my business if whoever is sent here investigates the wrong trail. Would hate to have to leave this town.” Then, Todd smiled. “I’d miss your company.”

For some odd reason, Thompson’s heart skipped a beat. He raised his head to look at Todd.

“I’m flattered but a drunk man can’t be that good of company.”

“You’re interesting,” Was all Todd said. He poured Thompson another glass of fine Whiskey and once again, they sat in silence.

Thompson was going to enjoy any bit of peace he could before the storm hit. And if he ended up in the bartender’s bed that night, that was no one’s business but his own.

[obsessivelyloved]

Once again I have accidentally deleted the original post instead of the reblog so here it is again. This doesn't take place in the Yeehaw au, it's just regular Saloonatics. Mostly, with implied yandere Todd x Thompson. Since this is more buildup to that, I might write more and expand on this.

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Thompson wished he could say that nothing ever happened in this godforsaken town. Any time an out of towner asked him how his job was, he would love to say that his job was easy. That all he had to do was round up loose cattle every once in a while. 

With the constant crime, this town was like hell. Not a day went by when the damn bank was being robbed or someone’s horse was stolen. Or hell, when someone robbed Todd. No one ever seemed to learn from others’ mistakes here either. Too many bandits have been found dead after robbing Todd, the Red Bandit’s signature mark branded into their cold skin. 

The implications of that never failed to give Thompson an awful headache so he chose not to think much of it. It could absolutely be excused of the infamous man taking care of the town he probably resided in. If Thompson ignored the fact that he only did this for one business in town. 

Constant days like this were why Thompson had constant bags under his eyes, though one was covered by his eye patch, and not a night went by where he hadn’t sat in the saloon. Even when he stayed past closing Todd never minded his company. 

He would just sit next to Thompson on a stool and together they’d sit in silence until Thompson left or passed out.

It was a calming routine. One not even broken when Todd’s inventory was empty. 

Tonight however, was different. For one, Todd had closed up his bar early, flipping the sign soon after Thompson had sat down. Next, he poured himself a drink and took a seat next to him. 

“You didn’t get robbed again so I can’t imagine you had that rough a day.” 

Todd snorted, “Maybe those damn fools have finally gotten the hint,” he said. He took a drink.

“Nah you know they’re only biding their time. Overheard some of those idiots inside the supply store, they’re just biding their time. Think they can rob ‘ya blind and face the Red Bandit if he comes after them.” 

“And how long were you waitin’ to inform me of this?”

“Just heard it today. ‘M telling ‘ya now, ain’t I?”

Thompson drained his glass and he heard Todd sigh, 

“What do you think, of these fellows ending up dead by Red’s hand?”

He only gave Todd a shrug. 

“You are well aware of what that implies and I want nothing to do with it. I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.” 

Thompson rose to his feet, giving Todd a tired look. “I’ll get out of your hair now since you closed up early tonight. Would hate to be a bother.” 

“Never stopped you from staying past close before.”

“No, but you look like you could use some sleep.” 

“You ain’t looking so pretty yourself, sheriff.” 

“When am I ever?” Thompson said with a laugh. “Take care of yourself, Todd. I’ve got a feeling that we might all be busy with the Red Bandit in town.” 

Todd said nothing else. 

As he stepped out of the Saloon’s doors, he heard Todd slam his glass down on his counter. 

True to his word, the bar was robbed once again. The culprits were found dead hours later, brands seared into every inch of skin. As brutal as it was, Thompson turned his eyes away and did not think of it. 

* * * * * * * *

Days had passed without much trouble for Todd. With how brutal the last murderers were, no one dared to even step foot into his bar. No one but Thompson, at least. It was bad for business but if Todd minded he didn’t show. 

Silence hung in the air as Todd poured him a drink. Wonder why he’s giving me something good this early, Thompson thought absentmindedly. The act itself was strange. Todd normally gave him an entire bottle and left him to it. It never changed whether he had something shitty or expensive. 

“You’re gonna need this for what I have to say.”

“I don’t like this.” 

“Don’t care, drink it an’ listen.” 

Thompson drained the glass and fixed his eye on Todd. 

“There’s talk of Eduardo’s crew stealing the Prince of England.”

Oh hell no. 

Thompson put his head in his hands, thankful for the strong liquor entering his system. 

“I think… That’s…” He was at a loss for words. 

“I suspect that the Prince is already here and so, at best, you have less than a month to prepare to work with whoever is sent.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

Todd stared blankly at him. “Won’t be good for my business if whoever is sent here investigates the wrong trail. Would hate to have to leave this town. Besides, you informed me when I was about to get robbed. Least I could do was return the favor.” Then, Todd added, “I’d miss your company.” 

For some odd reason, Thompson’s heart skipped a beat. He raised his head to look at Todd. 

“I’m flattered but a drunk man can’t be that good of company.” 

“You’re interesting,” Was all Todd said. He poured Thompson another glass of fine Whiskey and once again, they sat in silence. 

Thompson was going to enjoy any bit of peace he could before the storm hit. And if he ended up in the bartender’s bed that night, that was no one’s business but his own.