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Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 4) 18+
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Warning: Nsfw 18+! Very erotic stuff y'all, trigger moments, angst
Summary: The love between you had never stopped and your nights are now again marked by passion. But there is a dark secret that you can not tell Javier. Not yet, for it would break his heart. Now that you had found each other again, you didn't want to risk it all. But he has a right to know…
Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 4) 18+
You still couldn't believe that Javier was standing in front of you. Just when you were about to throw all your hopes overboard, a small miracle happened. Javier's eyes sought your gaze and you could clearly see that he was afraid of your reaction. He was very tense, but how could you refuse him now? After you had so ardently wished that he would come and see you?
"I… um, Y/N, listen, I know… this…"
The words were stuck in his throat, because he really didn't know what to say. How was he supposed to find the right words either?
"I needed to see you, Y/N… But… I understand if you have finally lost your patience with me. I understand if…"
You approached him without words and the next moment you threw yourself into his arms. Full of relief, he closed his eyes, his arms immediately wrapped around your body and he hugged you tightly. He immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. God, how he had missed your lovely scent!
"Javier…"
Your voice trembled as you whispered his name. Your hands clawed desperately at his raven black hair as your tears ran unstoppably down your face. You heard Javier sigh softly, followed by a quiet sob before he swallowed.
"Y/N… I'm sorry…" he whispered against your neck and you could feel his tears wetting your skin. His warm, strong body nestled against yours made you feel safe and secure.
You looked straight into his eyes as he took hold of your tender face and begged you again to forgive him.
"Lo siento mucho, Y/N!"
His cheeks grew quite warm, the tears ran inexorably down his face. So much pain, so much sorrow and regrets were on his face. Too many emotions to cope with.
"I have caused you so much grief."
But instead of facing him with anger and hatred, you just smiled through tears. The time for scorn was long gone and everything you wanted, you now had. Your dearest Javier had returned.
Gently you placed your hands on his, your lips were so close, you could feel each other's warm breath.
"I've only ever thought of you, Javier. All these years…"
And that was when Javier couldn't take it anymore and without warning, he kissed her. Instantly, your knees went all soft, blissful lap through your whole body.
"How could I ever forget you?" whispered Javier, before kissing you longingly again, brushing the strands of your hair from your face.
Words of love filled your house and every single word came from the depths of your soul. From two people who had suffered immensely without the other. Neither of you ever wanted to be apart again.
"Te quiero! Te quiero mucho, Y/N! Yo nunca dejé de amarte!"
And you had never stopped loving him either. This moment seemed like a beautiful dream and you were so afraid of letting go of Javier. You were afraid that this beautiful moment could burst like a soap bubble. It wouldn't be bearable for you a second time.
"I love you, Javier."
Desperately you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and Javier held you tightly, enveloping you with his arms like the wings of an angel.
Suddenly he knelt in front of you, wrapped his arms around your middle and he pressed his face against your stomach, sighing heavily and you could feel that he was trembling. Javier could do nothing, his tears would not end. You lovingly stroked his black hair. Good God, how much time you had lost… how much had been taken from you…
When Javier looked up to you, his eyes were filled with warmth and trust. As his warm hands laid on your tender arms, you suddenly felt hot and deepest excitement shot through your body. His touch felt so damn good and you closed your eyes for a moment, your heart pounding like crazy.
"Javier…"
"Y/N…"
Javier whispered your name, rising from his spot. He stood close to you, his warm breath brushing your cheek. His hands squeezed your arms and you gasped, closing your eyes. A lustful sigh escaped your lips as Javier gently pressed your body against his.
"The nights were so cold… so lonely without you, mi rosa…" he whispered hoarsely against your lips and you thought you would lose your mind at any moment. Between your legs was tingling like crazy and you wanted, no, you needed his touch, his lips, his body…
His lips gently brushed your cheek and you could hear how aroused he was too.
"I've dreamed of this moment so many times, Y/N," Javier groaned in your ear and he closed his eyes, breathing in your seductive scent, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a deep sigh. Carefully you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting the wave of pleasure take you for good.
"The warmth of your body, the taste of your lips… I almost went crazy without you…"
His fingers ran over your arms as he said this.
"Javier…"
As his hand gently touched your cheek, you leaned into his touch. Javier had always been tender and you had missed that feeling so much. His beautiful eyes took in every little detail of your face. Your shapely lips, the long lashes and your eyes that shimmered with tears.
"Your touches, your kisses…. I missed them so much, Javier…"
And that was never to be again, Javier had told himself. Yet when your lips met, your kiss instantly ignited like a fire. Javier reached for the hem of your dress, pushing it up, his hand roaming over your bare thigh. You were wearing long white stockings, fastened with a small bow to hold to your thigh. His fingers gently clawed into your firm flesh, full of desire for you. He had always had a weakness for long stockings and he liked the idea of stripping you down to them and making love to you.
His lips detached from yours, rather he let his mouth slide over your throat. Moaning softly, you let your head fall back, enjoying this erotic moment.
"Ahh… Javier…" Your hands claw into his hair as Javier greedily tasted the skin on your throat, gently biting into your flesh…
♦♦♦♦
His beautiful, naked body resembled stunning marble; firm and strong, slender and desirous. His hands slid under the hem of your undergarment that covered your trembling body. Inch by inch he pushed it up, over your waist and stomach, until he had freed your beautiful breasts. Rosy nipples tightened under his gaze. His eyes grew dark with desire and Javier couldn't believe his luck. You lay before him, in the flesh. Beautiful and desirable!
After he had removed your undergarments, he carelessly threw it aside and you lay in the soft sheets dressed only in your white, long stockings. Biting your lips gently, you looked up at Javier, giving him a glimpse between your legs as you opened them for him. You could hear him inhale deeply, trembling with excitement.
"Oh, querida…"
Did you realize how crazy you were driving him? How much he desired you? His hands covered your tits, pressing them together. He lifted them to his lips as he lowered his head and his hair slid over your oversensitive, heated skin, while his mouth swallow one of the stiff nipples, kissing it first and then circling it with his tongue, making you moan with pleasure.
Javier continued, covering your other tit with tender bites. You squirmed helplessly, wishing he would lick your hot, throbbing pussy. To kiss it and give it the attention it needed right now. You could barely stand it anymore, so your hand slipped between your legs and you started caressing yourself. Javier noticed this immediately and he had to grin, rather he let your nipple slide out of his mouth with a smack. Slowly, he slid down on your body. Grabbing your hips, he lifted your hips to finally taste your sweet little pussy after such a long time. Completely captivated by your scent, Javier closed his eyes for a moment and breathed it in. You desperately whispered his name as you felt infinite pleasure at that moment. His tongue parted your folds, swapping between them and finding your clitoris. Slowly, ever so slowly, Javier circled the small, pulsating center of your desire. He alternated licking and sucking on you until he heard you lustfully call his name. It was like a sighing plea to finally take you.
Deeply his tongue plunged into your tight, wet opening, fucking you in a delicious way and you thought you were going to lose your mind.
"Javier…!"
Clutching at the pillow, you threw your head to the side, moaning with pleasure as your inner thighs began to quiver.
Your breasts rose and fell with each breath and Javier's dark eyes, looked up at you. He enjoyed the sight of your beautiful body, the expression of pure bliss on your face. His tongue ran in circular motions over your clit, sometimes faster and then slower. You could barely stand the feeling and you suppressed a loud moan, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth. "Oh my god… ahhh…"
"Ahh… Y/N…"
Javier encircled your swollen pearl and he started sucking on it, stroking your thighs with his hands and as you reached into his hair, a deep growl came from his throat. His cock was perfectly hard and erect, pre-cum dripping from its tip, sliding slowly down his shaft. He could hardly stand it anymore, becoming more energetic in his actions as he also slid his fingers into your opening to fuck you with his fingers.
Briefly Javier had to swallow your nectar to continue and before you could think any further you came with a lustful moan, your back arching and Javier holding you tightly to his mouth so you could ride out your orgasm.
"Mi rosa… you are so beautiful…" he whispered, breathing a kiss on your inner thigh before sliding up to you, his warm, toned body resting on yours.
Javier grabbed his cock and made circular motions with the tip on your clit.
"Look at me, sweetheart…" he whispered, gently turning your face towards him and when you opened your eyes, Javier could see the tears in them. But he could tell that you were just happy at the moment.
"I want to look at you when I make love to you…"
"Javier…"
His words were as sweet as honey, his touches and kisses gentle as a bird's wings.
As his hand sought yours to intertwine your fingers, he guided his cock to your wet opening and you instantly took him in. With a deep, lustful moan on both sides, you looked into each other's eyes, saw the lust in each other's faces. A beautiful and very intimate moment for you.
You clawed almost desperately at his masculine back, almost as if you were afraid he might be taken from you again. But Javier felt the same way. The thought of letting you go again was out of the question for him.
"Mi amor… I love you…"
Your pussy was like velvet and you were hot and so wet… Javier thought he was losing his mind. He began to thrust himself inside you. Slowly at first, for he savored being so deep inside you. His throbbing cock filled you completely. "Ahh… you are so tight and so hot…. hssst… ahhh…" he moaned against your ear and he bit your earlobe. His voice had gone a notch deeper and darker and that made your body tremble with pleasure. His lips kissed your mouth as he moved rhythmically inside you and his scent clouded your senses. He smelled of leather, spicy lavender and tobacco…
The sound of his balls smacking against your wetness filled the room. Enveloped by your scent and your husky, lustful sounds, and after more powerful thrusts from Javier, he felt that he was about to climax and you too felt yourself tingling intensely between your legs. When his hand slipped between your bodies to caress your clit, your climax overtook you. Your body arched lustfully towards Javier and you clawed at his strong arms, seeking help, driving him crazy with the sight of your beautiful body. And finally he squirted his seed deep into your soft pussy, growling lustfully and closing his eyes as he thrust into you, trembling while riding out his climax.
You clung to each other in the soft sheets of your bed, enjoying this precious moment. Panting heavily, you lay on top of each other and Javier had his arms wrapped tightly around your body. You felt so desired, so loved… you had the feeling that you would always find protection in his arms. When his eyes searched your gaze, you smiled lovingly at him and Javier covered your face with tender kisses. Gently he kissed your cheek, your chin, your nose, your eyelids and finally your seductive mouth.
The two of you stayed like that for a few moments; foreheads resting together and looking into each other's eyes, not wanting to lose the feeling of the other. This was a special moment for both of you….
♦♦♦♦
"Where have you been all these years, Javier?" you asked softly as you rested against his chest. It was such a pleasant silence that surrounded you both. The sun's rays fell directly on their naked bodies, mentioning you. The young man gently stroked your arm as he looked up at the ceiling, thinking about where best to start. He had been through a lot in the last five years, had made bad decisions. But after the decline of the gang, he too had been lost. For Javier, everything had been hopeless then.
"I was lost, mi rosa. I had made many, wrong decisions."
You listened to him, snuggling even closer to his chest, gently running your fingers over his skin.
"After the decline, I got into one shit situation after another. I didn't… didn't care about anything anymore, you know? I stole, killed to survive. I was just a shadow of my former self."
You could understand him well, and you knew Javier. He had a guilty conscience for all those things, but they were in the past now and you had to let them rest sometime. You were lucky to have Abigail and John as support. Otherwise, you would have been in a bad way after Micah and Dutch brought everyone to ruin.
"But I was given another chance. And this man is really like a father to me. He's given me a lot, shown me a lot."
He was talking about his boss, who had finally persuaded him to seek you out.
Curiously you looked up at him and when you saw Javier smile you knew everything was right. Giving you a kiss on the forehead, he sighed contentedly.
" I'm very happy that you live in this beautiful place, Y/N. I'm happy that you're doing well and living a good life."
Tears came to your eyes at his words. It had been half a life without him, but his words touched you. It only confirmed how much he loved you.
"Without Abigail and John, I don't think I would have made it as easily as I did."
Javier was now very curious when you mentioned their name. Javier often thought of John.
"They were supportive of me, Javier. I was with them for almost two years until finally I was able to build my own life."
But there was one thing you didn't mention. A trauma that you hadn't really dealt with until today, and if Javier found out, it would break his heart. Only Abigail, John and little Jack knew about that. Something that had shaken you all to the core. You immediately shook off that thought, because it wasn't time to tell Javier yet. Was there even a time for it?
"I'm just glad we found each other again, darling," you whispered as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck and took a deep breath of his scent.
"I love you, Y/N."
His arms wrapped protectively around you and neither of you had the intention to stand up. Time seemed to have stopped for you.
You had been stranded, left by the wayside and yet, your lives had moved forward. Javier had managed to get his life together, just like you. You both earned your money with hard work and you were proud of it. You were more grown up, had realized at some point that life as an outlaw was not a romantic affair. No one knew better than you, because you had gone through it…
♦♦♦♦
You stood in the kitchen, your thoughts giving you no peace. A bit nervously you chewed your thumb, looking out of the window, lost. Dark clouds were gathering, the thunder was already rumbling in the distance.
"Is everything all right, honey?"
You seemed a bit sad this morning and Javier wondered what the reason could be. There was indeed a reason, but you couldn't talk about it. At least not yet. You had just found each other and you didn't want a shadow to be cast over your love.
"Yes. I'm just a little sick to my stomach."
Loving as Javier was, he gently stroked your cheek and smiled encouragingly at you.
"You should lie down for a bit. Drink some chamomile tea, that will calm your stomach."
You gave him a warm smile, rather kissing him tenderly.
"Maybe you're right."
"I have to go now. My client doesn't like to wait."
"Okay, Javi. I'll see you tonight."
He gave you another deep, intimate kiss but instead of pulling away from you, he intensified the kiss, his body snuggling against yours and pressing you against the counter, making you gasp in pleasure. Instantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss.
"Javi?"
"Mmm…"
His lips roamed over your neck, and he knew exactly where to kiss you so you'd be all his.
"Don't you have to go to work?" you asked with an amused undertone.
"Mhm… I still have a few minutes," he whispered against your skin and without giving it much thought, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the counter. With a seductive smile, you pulled Javier by his collar while your beautiful legs wrapped around his waist.
"I just can't keep my hands off you," he purred low and excited as he slid his hand under your skirt to feel your skin.
"Javi…"
You became instantly wet and that was just from his voice, his touch and his closeness. There was nothing wrong with performing a quick fuck in the kitchen, was there?
But your plan was thwarted when you heard a wagon. Javier looked out the window and saw someone approaching.
"Who is that?"
It could only be John. She looked up at Javier.
"Let's go outside. That must be John."
"John?"
What was John doing here? Out of nowhere like this? Javier frowned but followed, and he was more than curious to know how these circumstances fit together.
"Hey, Y/N! I brought you some stuff from town. And…"
John's smile evaporated as Javier suddenly appeared behind you. He thought he was seeing a ghost and he had to realize Javier was really here. John shook his head barely noticeably, closing his eyes briefly and frowning.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hola, John…"
"I said, what the hell are you doing here?"
And John sounded rather irritated. Instantly, he climbed off his wagon, made his way straight to the two of you. You had guessed that this reunion wouldn't be easy. But that John would react so negatively to Javier was surprising even to you.
"I could ask you the same thing, amigo."
Javier didn't appreciate being approached without any respect. John was angry, yes, he could understand. But if he was going to act foolish, well, so could Javier.
"I'll take care of, Y/N. Unlike you, Javier!"
Javier swallowed hard. Yes, John had been right. He hadn't been there for you, but he was now, and he would stay.
"You better get out of here, Javier! You have no business being here!"
"What? Says who? You?"
"Enough!"
The whole thing was getting too silly for you. With a stern look you eyed John, standing in front of Javier.
"This is my house, my property! I decide who can come here and who can't! Is that clear, John!"
"Y/N! Do you really think you can trust that snake? After all he's done!"
"Oh, come on John! Don't act like that! You let Abigail and Jack down back then! You let us all down that time!"
Now John was the one who had nothing to say about it. The two men paused and you were glad that neither of them had anything to say at the moment.
"We all made mistakes in our past. But talking about it doesn't undo anything!"
"Y/N, you may be right, but Javier sided with Micah! He is partly to blame for Arthur's death!"
"That's enough John! You better leave now!"
But John didn't listen at all, he went straight for Javier, stood in front of him, but Javier didn't back away, nor did he let John intimidate him.
"You betrayed us all."
With his head held high, he looked John in the eye. There was something dangerous in his gaze.
"I saved your life more than once, hijo de puta!"
But John was so pissed, he wasn't even listening to what Javier had to say to him.
"When Y/N needed you the most, you weren't there! You abandoned her and your child!"
It hit Javier, but also you, like a thunderbolt when John spoke those words. And at that very moment, there was a deep and powerful clap of thunder. Within a few seconds, the first raindrops were already falling to the earth. Daughter? How? But… For Javier, a world just collapsed. He was completely confused and you could see it in his face. His eyes slid across the ground, trying to comprehend what John had just said.
"Your daughter would have needed a father! Your woman would have needed you!"
You couldn't believe John had the thoughtlessness to say such a thing to Javier. Sobbing, you put your hand to your mouth to suppress your tears as best you could. Eventually everything came to light, but it had definitely been too soon. Way too soon and you would never forgive John for that. Closing your eyes, you let the first tears run free. The rain became heavier and soon wetted your entire face, mixing with your tears.
Javier was so shocked by John's statement that he was speechless. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words passed his lips. His eyes became glassy and he cast a shocked look in your direction. When he saw your tears and your agonized expression, he was aware that John was telling the truth.
"Y/N… no…"
"Fuck you Javier! Do her a favor and fuck off again!"
Where was his child? You didn't tell him about it! Where the hell was his daughter?
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arthur morgan x reader ("thursdays")
(also posted on ao3 under same username)
in which the boys are curious where arthur runs off to every thursday night (ITS FOR SEX)
song is Moonshadow by Cat Stevens !
spoiler they be fucking :/ i be making them fuck for real (oh no aaaa no arthur dont have sex with me no aaa that would be terrible i would hate that)
Javier’s eyes track Arthur as he slinks away from the campfire, tuning out Sean’s boisterous storytelling. He knows the gunslinger is readying his horse to leave. He also knows he’ll be gone for a couple of hours, returning around one or two in the morning to slump into his bed after everyone has gone to sleep.
How does Javier know?
Surprisingly, Arthur is a creature of strict routine, and he does this song and dance every Thursday night—without fail.
Javier furrows his brow, unable to quash his curiosity this time. What on Earth could he be going off to do so regularly? He never came back with meat, so he wasn’t hunting. He couldn’t be off robbing, because when he got back, he didn’t drop anything off at the contribution box. Oh, Javier, maybe he was planning to do so later on? Ah, ah, ah! What do we know about Arthur? Ever the routine-man, he donates to the camp box the second he enters camp, no matter what he just got back from. It’s always the first thing he does. Can’t be shoppin’, ‘cause it’s too late for that. Can’t be killin’, ‘cause he comes back clean.
A cuff round his shoulder roused him from his thoughts. “Javier! Didja hear me?” Sean said, drink emboldening his speech (not that the Irishman needed much encouragement).
Javier ignored him, glancing over his shoulder. Sure enough, Arthur was on his horse, trotting away from camp, everyone else none-the-wiser.
“Hullloooo??” Sean needled, pushing his side into Javier’s.
Javier looked over to Lenny and Charles sitting across the campfire from them, and felt a spark of inspiration ignite within him. He leaned forward, beckoning them closer with his hand. They looked confused, but crossed the clearing anyway, kneeling in front of his and Sean’s log.
“What is it?” Lenny prompted, his voice hushed. He could always trust Lenny to be discreet.
“Yeah!” Sean added, much louder. ...He could’ve guessed.
He lowered his voice, smirking conspiratorially. “Where’d Arthur go?”
Sean and Lenny frowned, caught off-guard by the question, but Charles inclined his head in understanding. “I didn’t think anyone else noticed.”
“Noticed what??” Sean whined, leaning in closer to Charles. “Don’t be keepin’ secrets, now!”
Charles rolled his eyes, waving his hand to shush Sean. He nodded his head to Javier. “Arthur’s been leaving every Thursday night.”
Sean scrunched his nose. “So what? Art’ur leaves all the time!” Lenny nodded along.
Javier shook his head. “But Thursdays are different. He leaves around 10PM, comes back around 1AM. Why the same amount of time?”
Sean was quiet for a moment (if one could believe it), before jumping up from the log, his beer bottle sloshing in his hand. “Let’s go find out!!” he whispered loudly, grinning from ear to ear.
Javier couldn’t help but mirror his expression. He was hoping he wasn’t the only one this curious about it. He felt a thrum of excitement run through him. He pushed up from the log, Lenny readying to follow him.
“Guys,” Charles interrupted, stopping their walk to the horses. “Arthur’s entitled to his privacy. We should let him have this—whatever it is.”
He should’ve expected this from ever-noble Charles. Sean began to argue, but Javier cut him off, knowing he wouldn’t win against Charles. “It’s probably nothing.” he retorted, trying not to feel guilty under the other man’s pointed stare. He turned away, making for the horses anyway. “I’m going. You don’t have to.”
“Wouldn’t miss this fer the world!” Sean laughed, immediately tagging along. Javier fought the triumphant grin pulling at his lips. He heard Lenny awkwardly shuffle behind them, some whispered apology to Charles.
He mounted his horse, waiting impatiently for Sean to struggle onto his own. His eyes searched the growth around the camp, hoping to find an indication of where Arthur ran off to. He could track, but Charles was the expert. It would make things much easier to have him with them…
The man in question’s voice came behind him. “I’m only tagging along to make sure you don’t ruin whatever Arthur has going on.” He turned to see Charles mounting Taima, disapproval marring his proud features.
Javier grinned in spite of it. “Excellent! Vámonos!” he cheered, leading the search brigade with Charles by his side, the other man’s trained eye focused on the ground. Lenny followed behind them with Sean drunkenly pulling up the rear. Charles looked as though he wanted to stop him from coming, but seemed to decide against it, knowing the stubborn man wouldn’t listen to a word he said.
Charles followed Arthur’s trail down the left path from camp, past the trees, past the tracks, until they arrived in Valentine. Javier felt giddy.
Charles stopped them in front of the saloon, hopping off his horse to hitch her, the rest of them quickly following suit.
“The saloon?” Sean whispered, creeping up the steps to peer through the building’s windows. Lenny followed behind him, and the two poked their noses over the ledge of the window, trying to sneak a glance within. Charles walked over to join them, and would have looked less suspicious if not for the two idiots in front of him crouched like children.
Javier approached the window opposite them, casually leaning to the side of it to look in. Not that his subtlety helped him, as again, he was across from three grown men cartoonishly trying to peek inside as well.
He spied a couple of men that looked like Arthur before finally seeing actual Arthur at the bar. He wasn’t hunched over it, like some of the other patrons were, and instead was looking around at the other people in the saloon, as if searching for someone. What could that be about? He wondered.
Before he could think on it further, Sean strolled into the saloon, Lenny in tow. Charles shared a knowing glance with him before following them in.
Sean beelined for Arthur, and soon they all surrounded him, clapping him on the back.
“You’d go to the saloon without inviting yer favorite drinking buddy?” Sean accused, roughly pushing at the man’s shoulder.
“My favorite drinking buddy, huh?” Arthur echoed, his voice not reflecting what Javier knew to be embarrassment on his face. Arthur slumped over the bar, tugging the front of his hat further over his face.
Sean gasped. “Drinkin’ with me’s a treat! Ye should be so lucky!”
Javier nudged him from his other side. “We were wondering where you headed off to all the time. Had we known it was just the saloon we would not have bothered!” he laughed, waving the bartender over. He would buy him a drink to apologize.
“You too, Charles?” Arthur asked, sounding betrayed.
Charles sighed, apologizing. “I was trying to get them to leave you alone, Arthur.” Javier couldn’t help but think the man didn’t put up too much of a fight.
“Well,” Arthur cleared his throat. “‘F that’s all, you can all head on back to camp, I’ll be back soon.”
Sean scoffed. “Why d’you want to be rid of us so-”
A guitar strum floated over from the back of the saloon, and he trailed off. Arthur buried his head in his arms, the tips of his ears red. Javier cocked a brow, looking over.
“Miss me, y’all?” a pretty woman at the back of the room called out, guitar in hand. A couple of cheers and whoops came from the crowd, the saloon filled with noise.
The boys grinned knowingly.
“Not. A goddamn. Word.” Arthur groaned, his voice muffled by his arms.
Sean barked a laugh, clapping the man on the back. “Ohoho, ye rascal, we shoulda known ye’d try ta keep this beauty ta yerself!” He wolf-whistled towards the performer.
Javier grinned toothily, leaning in to tease Arthur. “You could have told us you were only leaving to see about a girl, Arthur.”
Arthur pushed up from his slump, nursing his whiskey miserably. “Like you would’ve let me hear the end of it.” He grumbled. Javier pushed his extra drink over to the man, giggling like a teenager. Arthur the Stoic, red-faced and shy about a singer. He never thought he’d see the day!
The woman, having finished her introductions while they teased Arthur, began to sing. Javier watched Arthur turn himself slightly to watch her.
Yes, I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin' and hoppin' on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Arthur couldn’t help the dreamy smile that twisted his mouth, watching her. She looked so content, fully in her element up there on Valentine’s tiny lifted stage. The piano man to her right had abandoned his duties to drink at the nearest table.
And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plow, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands
Oh iiiii-iiiif, I won't have to work no more
Her southern accent colored the lyrics, guiding the notes up and down as she pleased. The patrons knew this song, and sang along with her every now and then, but none followed the exact way she sang it, allowing him to easily follow her voice amidst the noise.
And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colors all run dry
Yes, if I ever lose my eyes
Oh iiiii-iiiif, I won't have to cry no more
Sean stumbled into the fray, caught in some dance with a couple of other patrons, breaking his trance. Arthur dragged a hand over his face, hoping he didn’t look as foolish as he felt.
Yes, I’m bein' followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin' and hoppin' on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Most nights, he would allow himself to indulge in the fantasy. Convince himself she was singin’ for him, that when they locked eyes across the saloon, she had the same look in hers as he did.
And if I ever lose my legs
I won't moan, and I won't beg
Oh, if I ever lose my legs
Oh iiiii-iiiif, I won't have to walk no more
He downed his drink and reached for Javier’s—anything to give him an excuse for the way he was lookin’ at her. Having them with him just dragged him back to reality: he was just another face in the crowd to her, and even if he did catch her eye, she would just think him old and sour-faced, and leave it at that.
And if I ever lose my mouth
All my teeth, north and south
Yes, if I ever lose my mouth
Oh iiiii-iiiif, I won't have to talk no more
He took another deep drink, feeling that familiar haze begin to set in on the edge of his vision.
Did it take long to find me?
I asked the faithful light
Oh, did it take long to find me?
And are you gonna stay the night?
This would be the last time he let himself come here on a Thursday night. He was just torturin’ himself, thinkin’ of things that would never be. Head in the clouds, like Micah would say. Christ, he was glad they didn’t think to bring him along.
I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin' and hoppin' on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
The drink crept into his heart. If this was his last night here, with her, he might as well fool himself one last time, the drink said. What’s the harm? One last time can’t hurt. It wheedled, and he knew he’d be miserable come morning.
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
He leaned to his right, seeking Javier’s weight to nudge him for another drink (least he could do for ruinin’ his fun), but felt only air. He frowned, glancing around for the others. Sean had dragged Lenny into his drunken dance, Javier was speaking with some well-endowed woman in the corner (who seemed very pleased to have his attention), and Charles… his frown deepened, squinting at the blurry crowd. He couldn’t see Charles. Knowing the women of Valentine, he was likely cornered somewhere, politely refusing their services (although for a man like Charles, perhaps it was free).
Arthur grunted, turning back to his empty glass. Figures that his friends would quickly find company at a place he frequented, and he was left miserable and alone. He plucked his hat off his head, raking his other hand through his hair. He was sure he looked a mess—no wonder he was by himself.
“Hey, cowboy.” a voice came from his right, startling him from his wallowing. He turned, and felt his heart jump to see his singer leaning against the bar next to him.
Her eyes were bright, her face flushed. She seemed out of breath from her performance, but pleased, satisfied with how she had done.
He gaped like a fish. Say somethin’, goddammit!
She smiled, shifting her eyes to his glass. She pointed at it lazily. “Be a doll and get me what you’re havin’?”
He nodded dumbly, gesturing wordlessly at the bartender. Seconds later, a replica of his drink sat in front of her. She thanked him and brought the glass to her lips. He knew he looked ridiculous, eyes trained on the way her lips parted, the amber liquid gliding into her mouth, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away.
She set the glass back down, giving him a teasing smile. “You mute?”
He shook his head—then inwardly smacked himself for yet another wordless response. “No.” Christ, you can do better than that.
She giggled, and he thought he might die. “What a scintillating conversationalist you are, Mister…” she trailed off, tilting her head.
“Morgan.” he provided. His mind caught up to the conversation fast enough to ask for her name in turn (he deserved a pat on the back for being so quick-witted). She gave it, and he almost sighed aloud. She had a name she introduced herself with to the crowds, but he suspected it was a stage name, and he had been correct. Her real name was a privilege to finally learn.
He repeated it back to her, experimentally rolling it on his tongue. She grinned. “Sounds nice when you say it, Mr. Morgan.”
“Arthur,” he corrected. “‘S just Arthur. For you.” He coughed, turning to order another drink, just to have something, anything , to distract him from the weight of her gaze on him. “I mean, if you want. Morgan’s fine too.”
“Arthur,” she purred. He felt faint. “I like that more.” His next drink arrived and he immediately buried his face in it, unable to meet her eyes. Christ, he was like a teenager. He inwardly scolded himself.
She carried on, oblivious to his inner turmoil. “I see you here a lot, Arthur.” she gestured over her shoulder to the crowd. “First time I seen you bring friends, though.”
So she had seen him in the crowd all those times? He squashed the thought before it ruined him. He laughed, shaking his head. “Bastards invited themselves.” He chanced a glance at her, her attention on the crowd instead of him. He eyed her drink, already half-empty in her hand, before looking up, up, to the curve of her chest, the proud slope of her neck, the strands of hair falling loose from her updo, her lips, her nose, her eyes… he forced himself to look at the crowd instead. “Don’t you have some adorin’ fans to go talk to?”
She turned her head to look at him, but he kept his eyes focused ahead. “I thought I was already doin’ that.” she sidled closer to him, nudging her shoulder against his arm. Warmth radiated off of her. “Unless you’re not one of my adoring fans.”
Arthur felt heat creep up his neck and he shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” she echoed, amusement coloring her voice. “I don’t think you’ve missed a single one of my performances, Arthur Morgan.” he felt a shiver run up his spine. “If anyone’s a fan, it’s you.”
He pulled the lip of his hat down over his eyes. “Maybe.” Guilty as charged.
She laughed, and rounded to his front. She flicked up the front of his hat, and his eyes met hers. He stilled, entranced. There seemed to be a glow about her, some hazy halo enveloping her body. How much had he had?
“You won’t admit it?” What had they been talking about again? He tried not to focus on their difference in height, how easy it would be to scoop her up, his hands so large on her hips…
“Well?” He flexed his hands, trying to reign himself in. Her face was expectant: eyebrows raised, pretty lips pursed.
He shook his head. Couldn’t this woman see he couldn’t think straight?
Apparently that counted as an answer and she scoffed, playfully rolling her eyes. “You embarrassed?”
Yes. Why did she think he was, again? He sighed. “I’m sorry, miss,” he tried her name again, wanting to say it over and over. “I believe I am too drunk for this conversation.”
She grinned in understanding. “Why don’t we talk someplace quieter, make things easier on your poor head, hm?”
Someplace quieter? His mind echoed, while his body nodded dumbly, stumbling behind her. She took his hand in her own, leading him up the stairs. His eyes were trained intently on their hands, her hand small, warm, in his, her fingertips roughened from guitar strings.
What was she doin’, touchin’ a man like him? He couldn’t bring himself to pull away, as much as he knew he should. It felt nice, to indulge. The hazy shroud around his vision encroached further inwards, tunneling his view.
“Here,” she said, so softly he almost didn’t hear. She pushed open a door, leading him inside and shutting it behind them. It was suddenly much quieter. He breathed a sigh of relief, some tension leaving his set shoulders.
“Nicer up here, isn’t it?” she prompted, releasing his hand. He ached at the loss. He dragged his gaze up to watch her dance over to the… bed. He gulped, valiantly fighting off the thoughts that sprang up at the sight of her.
“Mhm.” He didn’t know what to do with himself. He stood awkwardly where she had left him, staring dumbly at her. What the hell was she thinkin’, bringin’ a man like him up here, alone with her? She could get herself hurt, or worse. He frowned. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. “I shouldn’ be up here with you.” He shook his head, forcing himself to look at the ground. “Ain’t right. You shouldn’ trust me.” his words slurred, but he hoped she was taking him seriously despite it.
“Why not?”
He groaned. God, her voice. He buried his head in his hands. “I ain’t. A nice man, miss,” he spoke her name again, and god, hoped she couldn’t hear how he loved to say it.
He felt her hand on his arm. When had she gotten up? She was so warm. He lowered his hands, chancing a look into her eyes, hoping he was strong enough to resist their pull.
Christ, of course he couldn’t. She looked up at him through her lashes, stepping closer, their bodies almost touching. He breathed in, unable to bring himself to look away this time. She smelled like the alcohol everything smelled like in the saloon, but a sweet undertone ran beneath it. He was reminded of the saccharine scent of canned peaches.
Her hand smoothed down his arm to his hand, lacing their fingers together. Her other reached up, up, and palmed his cheek, her touch gentle like she was approaching some wild horse. He leaned into it before he could stop himself, his stubble scratching against her skin.
“How ‘bout,” she started, her voice soft and quiet, “I decide that for myself?”
His eyelids felt heavy, and he felt himself forgetting what she was even responding to. His free hand began to move of its own accord, bumping into her thigh, smoothing up to her hip. He looked down. Just like he had imagined…
She moved, and his gaze shifted to her face, slowly nearing his. His breath hitched. This was some sweet dream. He would awaken in his tent, frustrated and wanting, would take himself in his hand and relieve himself to the sight of her like this in his mind’s eye. He would wait until next Thursday and slink back to the bar, eager for more. Her lips touched his and he sighed into her mouth, whiskey on his breath. He would stay asleep forever, if he could, lips pushing against hers, nipping at her soft skin, tonguing past it.
She parted from him, gently, as if to not scare him off. He breathed heavily, eyes lidded, vision tunneled onto her mouth. She started to speak, but he cut her off, pushing hungrily into her, cupping his hand around the back of her neck. He had waited so long, so long. He would take it, even if it wasn’t real.
She gasped into his mouth and he almost moaned at the sensation. God, what a privilege to finally have her all to himself. To have her in front of him, touching him, kissing him, instead of with her crowd, Arthur by himself at the other end.
Her knees buckled, falling back onto the bed. He huffed, breaking from her. He thrust his hands beneath her thighs, hearing her squeak in surprise. “Easy, girl.” he muttered under his breath, picking her up and tossing her into the pillows at the head of the bed, following soon after.
He climbed onto the bed above her, and stilled, looking down at her. Her hair had spilled out of its updo, hair piece having been discarded… at some point, perhaps before they had even entered the room? His memory felt hazy. She looked up at him through her lashes, her lips parted, chest heaving. His eyes softened. “Yer beautiful, miss,” he whispered her name.
Her cheeks flushed prettily. “Thank you, Arthur.” she breathed. She tilted her head up slightly, her eyes slipping down to his lips.
He reached out, taking a piece of her hair between his fingers, twisting it around. It was soft. Of course it was. It was devastating how perfect she was. “I liked your song, earlier.” he mumbled, focused on her hair.
“I… I’m glad.” she whispered, her hand winding up his arm, to his neck, to his head, to take off his hat. She placed it down somewhere, and her hand soon wound its way into his hair, her short nails scraping at the back of his head. His eyes slipped closed, humming at the sensation. “I was hoping you would be here, tonight.”
He blinked open his eyes just enough to see her face. “What?” he asked, his voice gruff.
She averted her gaze, blush deepening. “Been lookin’ forward to seein’ you at my performances.”
He scoffed. Now he knew this was a dream. “Uh huh.” He leaned in, burying his nose in her neck. “You don’t gotta lie t’me.” He turned, placing open-mouthed kisses along any skin he could find. Her breath hitched in his ear.
“I-I’m not.” she insisted. He hummed, laving across a section of skin before taking it between his teeth, sucking slightly. She held her breath for a second, forcing out her next words. “I been… been dreadin’ the day you stop showin’ up,” she breathed out, “and I’d have missed my chance.”
He parted from her, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. They were lidded, but earnest. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. “I counted at least ten other men better-lookin’ and closer in age t’you. Yer tellin’ me not one o’ them caught yer eye?”
“‘S that really so hard to believe?” she palmed his cheek again, stroking it with her thumb.
“Yes.” he laughed dryly, but leaned into her hand all the same.
She brought up her other hand, cupping his face. “Look how sweet you are, baby.” she cooed, bringing his face closer to nuzzle her nose against his. “What a cutie-pie!” she teased.
His eyes softened, tracing the features of her face. He wished he could pause time, sketch her in his journal. He’d just have to memorize how she looked, and try his best to replicate it later. Once he woke up, of course. From this dream.
She connected their lips and he groaned, not expecting the sudden contact again. Her hands moved from his face to wrap around his neck and scratch at his shoulders. It felt like she was sucking him in, how truly he could not pull away.
He rubbed his hand up her thigh, pushing up her long skirt. Her skin was smooth under his rough hand, moving up to grab at the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing and pulling her up towards him. She arched slightly, and he grabbed his other hand behind her waist to pull her closer, closer still.
Her breasts brushed against his chest, her nipples stiffening through the thin fabric. He nudged her head to the side with his nose, moving to kiss down her neck. She sighed in his ear, her hands busying themselves with his arms and shoulders. Drink made him sloppy in his movements, his tongue wetting her neck and chest as he made his way down to her breasts. He didn’t bother to tug the fabric down, instead mouthing over her nipple through the fabric, flattening and swirling his tongue into the mound.
She whimpered, her hand moving up to tug at the hair on the back of his head, her other moving down to tug her shirt down under her tits. He parted from her while she did so, unable to help the smirk twisting his mouth at her desperation.
“You like that, doll?” he muttered, taking in the sight of her bare breasts, her shirt bunched up underneath them.
She stuttered out a response, arching up towards his mouth. Seeing her like this sent a surge of confidence through him. She was his. No one else downstairs got to see her like this. Just him. Only him. He brushed his lips against her nipple, watching her try to push into his mouth.
He smiled against her, and she whined, tugging his hair. “Don’t tease me, Arthur.” she breathed. Fuck. He took it into his mouth, his hand encircling the other, twisting and toying with it. He would give her anything she wanted if it meant she would say his name like that again.
He dragged his mouth down, not missing the soft moan she gave at the loss, cool air ghosting over her wet nipple. He kissed down her stomach, moving his hands down underneath her thighs, pushing them up, up.
He bunched her skirt around her, and pulled back. His eyebrows jumped up his forehead in surprise. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He looked up at her.
Her face was reddened with embarrassment, her hands covering her cheeks.
“Care to explain this?” he teased, running his hands down her thighs, closer, closer.
She bit her lip. “I…” she looked away.
He tilted his head, indicating he was waiting.
“I… did say I was hopin’ to see you tonight, didn’t I?” she laughed breathily.
His chest rumbled in approval, looking down at her exposed cunt, already wet without him touching it. “All this…” he drawled, glancing up at her, “for me?”
She nodded, hiding slightly behind her hands.
“Too kind to me, sweetheart,” he lowered himself, breathing her in. He kissed her thigh, feeling her twitch. “You shouldn’t have…” his breath ghosted between her legs, and she shuddered, anticipation building. He placed a few more open-mouthed kisses inside her thighs, feeling her arch into him, growing desperate. He took pity.
Gripping her soft thighs in his hands, he licked one long stripe up her slit, gathering her wetness onto his tongue. She gasped, tightening her legs. He forced them open, holding them up. “Be good, princess, or I won’t be good to you.” he admonished, kissing her thigh.
She shuddered. “Shit, yes, sorry yes, please, I’ll be good, please,” she breathed, trying to wiggle closer to his mouth.
“Good girl,” he praised, flattening his tongue against her clit, lapping at it softly. She cursed, her hands fisting the bedding. He laved up her slit, once, twice, three times, before closing his lips around her bud, lightly sucking it in and swirling his tongue around it.
“Fuck, Arthur,” she gasped, and he groaned against her, working his tongue inside of her, circling the entrance before pushing in, lapping up at her walls. He smoothed his hand up her thigh, reaching her clit with the rough pad of his thumb. He pressed gentle circles into it, his tongue spreading into her. She hissed, bucking into his ministrations.
He pulled away, sliding his thumb down from her clit to her entrance, gently working his way inside.
“Arthur…” she whined.
“Yeah?” He teased, mimicking her tone, pushing his thick thumb further inside of her.
She moaned, pushing herself onto him. “Arthur, please, I need more,” she breathed, meeting his gaze. “I need you .”
He felt himself throb against his already-strained pants. He cursed under his breath, moving to unbuckle his pants. In his tunnel vision, he didn’t see her move from her position on the bed.
Her hand came to rest over where his struggled with the buckle. “Let me, baby.” she cooed, moving his hands away. He blinked, letting her move him, watching her smaller hands undo his belt, working his pants down, taking him… oh. She took him out, palming his length. Shit, it looked bigger in her hand. Or maybe he hadn’t been this worked up in awhile. She ghosted her hand up and down, barely fluttering her thumb over the tip. His breath hitched, trying not to buck up into her hand, and failing, miserably.
She grinned, looking up at him through her lashes. He reached out, stroking her cheek with his hand. “Hey, girl.” he breathed shakily, her hand jerking up suddenly.
She giggled. “Hey, yourself, handsome.”
He flushed, suddenly embarrassed to be on the other end. He looked away, only for a moment, before feeling a warm wetness engulf him. He gasped, whipping back to look down at her, half of his length having disappeared into her mouth. “Shit, darlin’,” he cursed, his accent dragging at the words. He bucked up into her lips, smoothing his thumb across her cheek.
She hummed, the sound sending vibrations into him. “God, sweetheart, you’re bein’ so fuckin’ good to me right now,” he hissed, his hand reaching underneath to cup her jaw, squeezing it and guiding himself further in.
She opened her mouth wider to take him. “Christ, you’re perfect,” he groaned, feeling her tongue slide up, her hand taking what her mouth couldn’t.
She pulled off of him, kissing his tip, pumping her hand over the slick she had left. His breath shuddered. She smiled up at him. “You want more?”
“God, yes.” he pushed her back onto the bed, muscling her onto her stomach, ass in the air. She squeaked in surprise, and he palmed her ass, squeezing it open to get a better look. God, she was practically dripping for him. He bit his lip, groaning. He rubbed himself up her slit, gathering the wetness there, rubbing it onto himself. “All this for me, darlin’?” he whispered, squeezing her hip.
She wiggled herself back, trying to take him in. “Fuck, Arthur, it is, please, just fuck me already,” she whined, his tip sliding just past where she wanted him.
“If the lady insists,” he teased, aligning himself with her, before softly, gently, pushing into her.
She turned her face into the mattress, moaning, grabbing at the covers. “ Jesus, Arthur.” she groaned, her words muffled.
He pressed in further. Halfway. “Can’t hear you, doll.” It was taking everything in him to go so slowly.
She turned her head to the side, pushing back to take more of him in. He hissed, his hands twitching on her ass, squeezing her.
He let out a breath, finally fully seated. He didn’t want to hurt her, he couldn’t. He gyrated against her, desperate for some kind of friction. A whine built in his throat. “Can-”
Before he could ask, she forcefully pushed back into him, and he cursed, abandoning all hesitation and fucking into her. She cried out his name, arching against him. She was so tight and hot around him, her ass bouncing back against him with every thrust. It was all he could do to keep himself standing, his vision focused solely on where their bodies met.
“Ar-thur,” she gasped, her breath shuddering, “God, God, you’re so big Arthur, Jesus Christ,” she moaned, her words starting to devolve into sounds with no meaning.
He kept himself rooted deep within her, barely pulling out before slamming back in again, and again, and again. Her hands grasped for purchase anywhere, everywhere, on the bed, moaning noises that almost sounded like his name, pushing back into him with every thrust.
Shit. Shit. He screwed his eyes shut. He wasn’t sure he could last much longer.
“Miss,” he breathed her name. “I, shit, I-” he grabbed her thighs, his fingers bruising in their pressure, forcing her back into him.
She whined at the pressure, growing limper.
“Fuck! Fuck,” he yanked himself from her, grabbing at himself and finishing on her back.
She had collapsed into the bed, giving a small satisfied moan. He breathed heavily, immediately grabbing a towel from the closet and cleaning her off. “S-Sorry, Miss.” he caught his breath, “Should’ve grabbed the towel before doin’ that on you.” He discarded the towel, placing a small kiss on her back, then immediately wondering if that was too much.
“What?” she said, muffled a bit by the covers. She turned, pushing herself up to sit and look at him. She frowned, reaching out and cupping his cheek. “You’ve got nothin’ to apologize for, cowboy.” Her frown twisted to a smile, “I oughta be thankin’ you for such a nice time.” she teased, pinching his cheek.
He suddenly grew bashful, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’ know about all that, but I definitely am thankin’ you.” Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, her lips slightly swollen… he had so many things to remember for his journal. “Best dream I’ve had in awhile,” he mumbled, moving to get under the covers.
She joined him. “Dream?” she laughed, “You still drunk enough to think you’re dreamin’?”
He shrugged, opening his arms. She shifted into them, laying her head on his chest. “Could be stone cold sober and still think this was a dream.” He pecked her head. “I’ll miss you in the mornin’, girl.”
She snorted, but snuggled into him anyway.
─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─
Arthur groaned, the light only hitting his closed eyes, but giving him a headache all the same. His back didn’t hold the ache it usually did, though, laying on this terrible cot. It was the small victories, he guessed.
He thought back to his dream last night, and sighed wistfully. What he would give to have that right now, his cock painfully hard this morning. He forced himself to sit up, rubbing at his eyes.
A hand reached across his stomach, ghosting against his length. He jumped, looking over to his side. “Well, good morning to you, too.” she yawned, lightly playing with him, a teasing look in her eye.
He blinked. He squinted.
He rubbed his eyes again.
“Holy shit.”
─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─
Bonus
The woman placed the guitar against the wall, happily engaged in conversation with some of the patrons closest to her stage. “Excuse me,” Charles butted in, stealing her attention from them.
She turned to him, confused, but polite. “Yes, sir?”
He smiled kindly. “I’m sorry, Miss, but could you do me a favor?”
“Depends on the favor, don’t it?” she laughed.
He nodded in understanding, and pointed to Arthur, hunched over the bar. “Do you see that miserable man over there?” She looked, and stiffened in recognition. “He has been coming to this saloon every Thursday night, just for you.” he turned to her.
A blush painted her cheeks. “You’re kiddin’.” she laced her fingers together nervously. “He’s never said anything to me.”
Charles shook his head. “My friend—he is shy with women.” he leaned in conspiratorially, “Especially women he likes.” The woman’s blush deepened, her gaze darting over to Arthur. He straightened up. “All I ask is that you talk to him. I’m afraid my friends and I have ruined his Thursday, and I’m sure that would cheer him up.”
She looked up at him, her eyes dancing. He could tell why Arthur was so taken with her. “He sounds sweet,” she spoke softly. “I would love to.”
He thanked her, watching her make true on her word and walk over to Arthur. Charles noted his reddened ears and fumbling fingers and smiled. Hopefully, this would make up for it.
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Short and Feisty Female S/O that Likes to Cuddle
Ladymogar asked: Aaaye I’m always so happy to see new writing blogs in fandoms I love ❤️ could I get hcs for Arthur, Charles, John, and/or Sean for having a smol s/o? Like short and fiesty but also into cuddly times? Thanks doll, I’ve really enjoyed your writing so far!
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I adored this request and had to do all the characters suggested AND I added Javier because he is delicious. I would say the reader in this is under 5’5” (165.1 cm) as that is what is considered short where I am from but it’s different everywhere! Anyway, I’m glad you enjoy my writings, Hon!
I did go off this link when I think of the characters’ heights!
Originally published on March 31, 2020
Arthur, Charlies, Javier, John, Sean x Female Reader
Warnings: Pure fluff
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Arthur Morgan-
Honestly, for him, I think he would be so fucking smitten with you
You would literally be everything he wanted in a partner
Small (or well smaller than what he would’ve imagined) but so much cuter and god the fire in you? To die for
He can 100% see himself risking it all for you and going to settle down to have a family with you- but that’s the future for him
The present with the gang around he would be hard to read
Or that’s how he likes to imagine himself
The second you stroll up to him and have to crane your neck to look up is the second his heart melts and that gentle giant comes out (maybe for a second but everyone in the gang definitely saw it)
Your feisty side originally made him assume that you weren’t the touchy-feely type
So when you first cuddled with him he was probably as stiff as a board and awkward but with you coaxing him into more cuddles which he always accepted he has realized how much he loves them
Poor boy is definitely touch-starved so he would never ever deny your cuddles no matter what time of day it is or who is present (Though he may get flustered)
It would become one of his favorite things to do with you
Charles Smith-
Omg for Charles since he was a loner before the group and since the group has mostly taller people he would be astounded by your height at first
I feel like he would be on edge the whole time and make sure that he never ever harms you
That would probably be his number 1 fear in the relationship (Poor babe is scared he’ll crush you with his pinky or something)
It would take him a while to get used to being in a relationship with someone as small as you but thanks to your feisty side it makes him feel more comfortable eventually
It definitely eases him that you are not as fragile as you look (though let’s be honest he probably would adore how fragile you look since he would take on the protector role in the relationship)
He knows you are fully capable of protecting yourself though
This boy is touch-starved to but he has boundaries
He would set certain times or have cuddles only restricted to nights and away from prying eyes
He tries to compromise with you but really he believes that intimate moments should remain in private and once you do get to the cuddle session he will be absolute putty in your hands (Or you will be. It probably all depends on his mood)
Javier Escuella-
This gorgeous man would never say anything about your attitude or height… in English of course
In Spanish, he’ll be teasing you relentlessly and you’ll be dying to find out what he’s saying
Your feisty attitude with this just makes him happy (and a tad impressed if you get mad enough to try and hit him)
No one else is allowed to comment about your height beside him- You both make sure of that
He would flirt with you constantly and without shame
And that’s how you would eventually get together
When he finds out you are a cuddler?
He’ll embrace and relish in it
He’s a romantic through and through so he won’t care where, when, and who is present he will always encourage and initiate the cuddles too
Though because he is a romance it could lead somewhere else and that’s when whoever present needs to speak up is
If you are outside the camp with him expect him to expect you to remain by his side or on his arm
He just likes the fact he can proudly show you off but if it ain’t your thing he won’t force it
Is absolute favorite time with you is when the two of you are cuddling, you in his lap, and he has the guitar on your lap strumming away as he sings softly into your ear
John Marston-
He would be the one that wouldn’t care at first
It just doesn’t catch his attention and I feel like he would try to avoid you since your small stature and feisty nature reminds him of Abigail
Though once he does give in and you two become friends he’ll start to appreciate your stature and nature
He won’t comment on your height but he will purposely place things out of your reach to watch you struggle for it or so he could be “smooth” and help you (Yes imagine the cliché thing where the guy goes right behind the girl and they touch hands or something lmao- that would be John if he likes you)
Once he is confident that you aren’t like Abigail and you won’t get mad at him for teasing or initiating contact with you he’ll become more confident
I feel like he would be the first to try to cuddle and so when you let him he would just be awestruck
He doesn’t care too much about PDA around the gang but every once in a while he’ll pull you onto his lap and honestly if you let him or encourage him- he’ll probably marry you on the spot
John will appreciate you wanting to cuddle him but sometimes he’ll have his moods where he’ll need to be alone for a while
Don’t worry though because he will come back and feel bad for rejecting a cuddle and he’ll try to make it up to you
Sean Macguire-
Would be the one to immediately say something about your height the first time you show up in the gang
He has no shame in teasing you, flirting with you, constantly picking on you
When he genuinely likes someone he’ll seem like a bit of a jerk but the cuteness of it is undeniable
Everyone in the gang will know why he acts like that and eventually you will too
However, because of your feisty nature, the beginning of the friendship and relationship would be both of your personalities clashing
He would 100% enjoy this though where you may get annoyed beyond relief
He is the one who would pick you up and carry you around camp to either piss you off or show off your smaller stature
1000000% Would be the one to use your head as an armrest and be all smug bout it
I think in general that Sean with a very short s/o would be a hilarious relationship
He could have his romantic moments but there will be absolutely no witnesses to show this
Unless he goes to Arthur, Hosea, or Dutch for help on how to charm you (That is the only time those three will have not lost faith in Sean’s romantic life)
As for cuddling, this boy lives for it
However, his hormones also live for it so the cute cuddles can and probably will turn into something else rather fast
Again he has no shame so he would try and cuddle (and do more tbh) with the gang present
#softrozene writes#rdr2 x reader#red dead redemption 2 x reader#arthur morgan x reader#charles smith x reader#javier escuella x reader#john marston x reader#sean macguire x reader#female reader#fluff#rdr2 headcanons
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Javier Escuella x F! Reader
Pairings: Javier Escuella (Red Dead Redemption 2) x Female!reader.
Warnings: Jealously, rough smut, arguments, language.
Side note: I haven’t wrote smut for awhile, so I do apologize for that.
With a tug of the thread, you finally finish the shirt you’d been working on patching for the last hour or two. Hands aching, mind shut down from not being used; after sewing for this long it was more muscle memory than anything.
Holding the shirt out in front if you; you take a final look over it. With a tired sigh you fold the worn shirt carefully, the blue fabric used beyond its years. With a boost, you stoodup. Your eyes scanning around the camp to find the owner of the material.
After a minute of searching, your eyes land on the tired man to go along with the shirt. Sitting up against the tree with his journal being his main focus in the moment.
You smile softly, walking over to the man. He seems to be aware of you before you make it to him, as he looks up at you. “(Name).” He greets in a airy voice. “Hello Arthur, I got ya shirt patched.” You say, holding the material down to him.
Arthur offers a thankful smile, taking the folded shirt into his own hand. “Thank you sweetheart.” He muttered, with a tip of his head, before he started to cough.
You immediately frowned, and leant down to pat his back. “Arthur… are you sure you’re ‘lright?” You ask, concerned for your friend’s wellbeing. Your hand still resting on his shoulders as he was still folded over a bit.
“‘M fine, don’t go worrying about me.” He murmured, bringing his hand up to wipe his mouth. A few small specks of blood staining into his palm. Your brows furrowed slightly. "Arthur..." You whispered a bit, putting the pieces together quickly once you saw the blood.
"Learned when we were down in Saint Denis..." He gave in quietly. "Why didn't you tell me? I knew you were sick, but not like... this." You asked softly, your hand still resting on his shoulders as you spoke.
He shrugged. "Like I said: I ain't need no one worrying 'bout me, especially with all that's going on now." he pointed out. You nodded slowly, your eyes drifting away as you thought. "Thanks for fixin' my shirt though." He lauded softly.
Arthur tucked an arm under himself to push himself up from the sitting position. You quickly reached an arm down, and locked it around his to help him up. As he straightened up he smiled down to you sadly.
You could feel your lip quiver looking at the man in front of you. The man who you'd came to look at like a brother, and so sick. It was agonizing. Not thinking you quickly wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.
He returned the hug gingerly, keeping his head turned away from you. "Whatever happens... you gotta get out of here, alright?" he said, holding onto your shoulders as he pulled away.
You took a deep breath and nodded. "Just.. be careful, please. No one is right these days, I wish Hosea was still here." you plead, muttering the last part to yourself. Arthur sighed. "I know, me too, me too." he nodded. He looked away for a moment, before back to you.
The two of your shared a last smile. "Well Miss (Last name), I believe I told Charles I'd meet him so we could go help some people." he said, tipping his hat in a bidding of farewell.
As he walks off you stand there, spaced out in not-so-happy thoughts. You sniffed slightly, before turning back to walk into camp. You lifted your skirt slightly as you walked across to your tent.
Your faced scrunched bit seeing Bill, Micah, Javier, Cleet, and Joe sitting at a table. The camp had almost been split into two sides. Your lover; Javier, was on one. But, everyone you could trust right now was on the other.
Suddenly all five of the men looked at you, Micah whispering something. Bill looked at you almost disgusted, and Javier was just straight pissed. You furrowed your brows in confusion, but continued back on your trek to the tent.
You ducked into your tent, noticing some of Javier's clothes strung around; probably another one of his tantrums while he looked for specific piece.
With a sigh you carefully picked up one of the shirts, straightening it out before folding it. You set it in the messed chest, pulling out the rest of the crumpled fabric, setting it on the makeshift bed.
After a few minutes of continuous folding, the sound of the tent flaps moving caught your attention. You shifted slightly to look over your shoulder. "Javi." you greet quietly.
Javier doesn't respond, rather just looking at you with an unreadable expression. You start to sweat slightly, clinging at the shirt in your hand. Feeling uncomfortable and awkward, you turn back around.
"Are you trying to be a whore?" he asked out of nowhere behind you. Freezing from shock, you look back at him in disbelief. "What?"
"Micah said he saw you 'n Arthur getting all close." he muttered bitterly. Your eyebrows raise even higher. "Arthur... and me?" you clarify, Javier rolled his eyes. "Yes, you 'n Arthur." he huffed.
Your face goes blank for a minute. "And... what are you thinking happened with Arthur and I?" you ask dryly, Javier started to grind his teeth slightly.
"All I know is you two have been whispering and running around together lately. I think you forget who you belong to." He hissed, you look back at him again, dropping his jacket that was in your hand.
"Who I belong to? Who would that be?" you ask in a deep tone, standing up and walking over to stand in front of him. "Me." he responded, matching your tone. "Or do I need to remind you of that?" he prodded, taking another step towards you.
Your eyes squint, and you cross your arms in a challenging manner. "And how would you do that? Talk to me about 'loyalty'?" you tease with a face of mockerism.
Suddenly Javier pulled you into him, roughly kissing you. The anger and annoyance obvious as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, his other arm wrapping around you to keep the two of your bodies flushed against one another.
It takes a minute, but soon you kiss back. Your hands resting on his chest, a few groans escape you as he tugs at your hair. His teeth gently pull at your bottom lip, his tongue poking into your mouth after you open it in retaliation to his actions.
His tongue swirls around your mouth, obviously to angry to take his time. It was almost uncomfortable to feel the two muscles in your mouths against one another. Though his mouth soon left yours, instead going down to your neck to suck and lick at the skin.
Now it was your turn to cling and tug at his hair. Tipping your head to the side a bit to offer more of your neck, you shiver. He grins against your neck tauntingly as he hits a sensitive spot on your skin. "Lay down on your back." He ordered, pulling away from you.
You hesitate for a minute, before stepping back and gingerly laying down like he said. Javier slid off his vest, and started unbuttoning his shirt as he kneeled down in front of you.
He widened your legs before he slid his hand up through the few layers of your skirt, soon meeting the fabric in between your legs. "I can feel you soaking through the fabric.. Mi Puta. You like being treated like a bitch, don't you?" he grinned.
You rolled your eyes. "I ain't no whore." You mutter, widening your legs a bit more as he thumbs around your nether regions over the fabric. He hums, moving his hand away after a moment.
His hands take off your boots, before he loosens your skirt, pulling it down and tossing it to the side. His eyes dark as his hands ran up your legs. You squirmed slightly, feeling him lift a hand up to push your hips down. “Stay still.” He muttered.
A puff escapes your lips. Your eyes watching him come up to unbutton your shirt, which his took his time with. You could tell his mind was at war of taking too long, or just straight up destroying you.
Javier carefully slid the shirt over your head, before he wrapped an arm around you, roughly flipping you over onto your stomach. You grunted, twisting your head to the side as it was just slammed into the ground.
“Now, are you going to be a buena chica, or are you going to make this hard?” He asked against your ear as he loomed over you. His shallow, unhinged breathing fanning over your neck.
You grumbled something quietly, followed by a slap across your ass. Your eyes widened a bit, your hands clutching at the blanket under you as you looked back. “What the hell Javier?” You muttered. “Watch your mouth, speak up.”
Straightening your head back you rolled your eyes. Javier reached up, and pulled the straps of your chemise off your shoulder, sliding it down over your chest and stomach.
As the last layer of your fabric came off, your nipples went fully pert from the sudden cool to your skin. Javier bent an arm to snake under your stomach, and pushed up. You hesitantly bent your knees, your ass sticking up in the air.
He slid your chemise the rest of the way off, picking up one leg at a time to get it off fully, throwing it somewhere in the tent; leaving you fully bare.
Both of his hands rested on your ass, your right cheek a bit red from where he had punished you. “Now, again; are we going to be good, or bad?” He asked tauntingly. His hands went down to the inside of your thighs.
“Define ‘good’.” You muttered with a sass, Javier let out a huff. “Bad then.” He said, grabbing your knees to pull your legs apart more. “Very well then. I’m not gonna go easy, Hermosa.” He purred, “You need to remember who you should stay loyal to.”
You could feel yourself growing wetter as the clank of his belt, your insides clenching with need, but left to squeeze around air.
One of his fingers ran up in a line between your labia. He let out a soft groan, “So wet, all for me? I’m starting to think you like being treated like this. You like being my whore?” He crooned darkly, leaning in to kiss on the back of your neck, nipping slightly.
“Y-yes.” You agree, giving in, knowing you weren’t going to get out of this. “Yes, who?” He prodded, playing with your entrance.
Sucking in a breath you locked your jaw, “Yes sir.” You muttered with a flushed face, red in embarrassment and arousal.
“Good girl.” He cooed, pulling his finger away. Javier shuffled closer, leaning over you a bit and placing a hand on your hip. You could feel the hot head of his cock pressing at your entrance, Javier watching you carefully as you leaned back a bit.
Suddenly without warning, he slammed into you roughly. A sharp moan left your mouth as he started to thrust in and out of you at a quicker pace, Javier letting out pleasureful grunts and moans into your ear. He always had been a more vocal lover, so this wasn’t anything new.
Breathy moans left your mouth as you shoved your head into the pillow; attempting to quiet them. Javier lifted your head up, pulling it out of the muffling material. “No, let them hear you.” He grunted.
He continued to thrust erratically, the sounds reverberating throughout the tent(and camp, probably.) Your pussy squelching loudly as it was penetrated roughly. A high gasp leaving your mouth as he hit your G-spot.
Javier reciprocated the sounds you were making, letting his own run wild. “F-fuck..” you moaned, clenching your eyes shut. “You like when I fuck you like this? All rough and dirty, huh?” He asked darkly.
“Yes sir..” you nodded quickly. “Who’s name are you gonna be calling when your so sensitive you can’t sit down?” He asked, pushing on his ego. “Yours!” You cried out.
He chuckled into your ear, reaching a hand in between him and you to rub your clit appreciatively. You back immediately arched at the added pleasure, his hand on your hip gripping so tight you knew it was going to bruise.
“I want Morgan to know who’s you are…” he hissed in your ear, rubbing circles more rough across your sensitive nub. “Yours!” You moaned in a pleading voice again, burning in embarrassment knowing you’d probably already disturbed most of the camp.
“What’s my name? I want you to scream it.” He pressed, his dick twitching inside of you as it slammed into you, filling you to the hilt.
“J-Javier!” You gasped loudly, your walls constricting around him as you grew closer. “Again.” He pressed, thrusting rougher if possible into you. “Javier!” You complied, your throat becoming sore from all the noises escaping you.
“Again.” He ordered, his balls drawing up as he threatened to empty inside of you. “Javier, fuck!” You cried out as your body shook. Javier didn’t slow down as you climaxed, your body trembling as he continued to fuck you.
His own face pace began to fumble after a minute, his dick twitching in you as your walls continued to milk him. “Fuck…” he breathed, giving a last thrust before he filled you.
You laid limp under him as you were still on a high, eventually turning your head to look back at him. Finding him with his eyes closed as he panted, both of you equally as sweaty in the humid air.
“God that was a lot…” you muttered, your hips already started to burn in protest. You could feel him softening inside of you, Javiers hands both resting on your hips.
“Don’t be saying that yet, we aren’t done here.”
#i cant write smut#javier escuella#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#reader#female reader#rough smut#arthur morgan#jealousy#javier escuella x reader
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The Tie Which Linked My Soul To Thee
Summary: A blissful sunny day after a long hard night.
Ao3
Wattpad
Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.9 Ch.10
AN: Longer chapter, ~7k words
Tags: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character, Widowed, Original Character, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Friends to Lovers, Child Loss, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Chubby Arthur Morgan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Ch 8 - Or Down Affections Cloudless Sky
Kate woke the next morning to the quiet serenade of songbirds and the soft caress of a gentle breeze through the leaves. The day embraced her with warmth, a welcome comfort after a long exhausting night. Sitting up, she found herself on Arthur’s cot, but he was nowhere in sight. A twinge of guilt tugged at her for taking his bed. Her waist was bound in cloth, the pain from her wound lingered but it was nothing she was not used to by now.
Her gaze drifted to the shoreline, where Belle and Lorena nibbled on cattails, exactly where they had been the night before. She sighed in relief, sensing that calm had returned and a semblance of normalcy had settled over the camp. The smell of eggs and pork filled the air, and her stomach made its hunger known.
Heading towards the chuck wagon, Kate noted the camp was now organized, a silent testament to the efficiency of her companions. However, Micah was nowhere to be seen. She made a mental note to have a friendly discussion with him later. Seizing a plate, she settled at the wooden table to eat, only to be joined by Abigail moments later.
“Mind if I sit with you?” She asked politely.
Kate shook her head, swallowing a mouthful of food. “Not at all,” she replied, gesturing for Abigail to join her.
Abigail smiled warmly as she settled onto a wooden crate, pulling Kate’s revolver from the pocket of her dress and sliding it across the table. “I just wanted to say thank you,” she admitted, her gratitude shining in her eyes, “for what you did for us last night.”
Kate accepted the revolver and holstered it, waving off Abigail’s thanks. “No thanks needed, Abigail. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
Abigail sighed, her gaze drifting towards Jack in the distance, skipping rocks across the water. John was nearby, unloading the wagon while keeping a watchful eye on their son.
“I keep prayin’ for this all to end,” Abigail confessed, her voice tinged with weariness. “My boy deserves a better life than this.”
Kate empathized deeply with Abigail’s longing for a different life for her son. This was no environment to raise a child, but it was the hand they were dealt for survival. During her time here, however fleeting, Kate vowed to find a way to help them break free from this cycle of violence. They deserved a chance at a peaceful life, far removed from the shadows of death.
“I’m not a religious woman Abigail,” Kate began thoughtfully, “but in my life I’ve found that a prayer always has one of three answers; yes, not yet, and I have something else planned for you. I have faith that your boy will turn out just fine.” After all, he had the entire camp as his protectors, willing to sacrifice everything for his safety.
Abigail’s expression softened into a solemn smile. “I know that bravery is found in living,” she replied earnestly, “but sometimes I don’t feel very brave. I felt useless back there. If you hadn’t come along and given that rifle to John, I don’t know what would have happened.” She shuddered at the memories.
“That’s nonsense,” Kate retorted, squeezing Abigail's hand reassuringly, “you’re the bravest woman I know. There’s nothing more courageous than a mother willing to lay down her life for her son. And last night, I saw a strong woman fiercely protecting her child. I knew you would stop at nothing to defend your boy.”
Abigail’s smile deepened at Kate’s words, and she looked down bashfully as she placed her hand over Kate’s. “I hope that’s true.”
“I know that's true,” she interjected with conviction.
With a quiet laugh, Abigail stood to depart. “I think you would make a great mother, Kate,” she said, her words carrying genuine warmth. It meant a lot to Kate to hear such kindness, especially after everything she had been through. Her thoughts drifted back to Arthur and their conversation from the night before.
“Thank you,” Kate said sincerely. Before Abigail could leave, she added, “Have you seen Arthur this morning?”
“I think he’s sleeping against a tree over by the water,” Abigail pointed in his direction, and Kate could see the outline of his legs stretched out beneath a shady tree.
With an extra plate of breakfast and a cup of fresh coffee in hand, Kate made her way over to Arthur to express her gratitude for his service the previous night. As she approached, she was a little surprised to see that he was already awake, writing something in his journal. He closed it with a thunk when he noticed Kate’s figure approaching.
“Mornin’ sunshine,” Arthur greeted with a warm smile.
Kate couldn't help but smile back. “Good morning, Arthur,” she said, bending down to hand him his food and drink.
“That for me?” Arthur exclaimed with surprise. She nodded as their hands met to pass the plate. His hunger was palpable. “Aw shucks, Kate, ya didn’t have to bring me breakfast,” he said bashfully, taking a grateful sip of coffee.
Kate settled into the sandy grass beneath the tree next to him, “it’s the least I can do, for patching me up last night,” she explained, “and for letting me steal your cot.” She added with a hint of embarrassment. She didn’t remember when she had fallen asleep.
Arthur chuckled, taking a bite of his eggs, “don’t mention it. How ya feeling anyways?” He inquired about the bullet wound in her side.
“I’ve been through worse,” she admitted with a bitter laugh, her hand grazing the side of her hip where he had squeezed the bullet through her flesh.
Arthur sighed, and gave her a sympathetic look, “I’m so sorry Kate, that is a hard life,” he said sincerely, recalling her recount of her past. “No one deserves to go through that.”
Kate waved off his apology. “I’ve made my peace with it,” she professed, her eyes meeting his own, “but I owe you an apology for how I acted at the ranch.” Arthur wanted to speak up and tell her he was the one who should be apologizing, but he let her continue.
“For what it’s worth. I know what it’s like to hate yourself just as much as you hate the world. And whatever darkness your past carries, I do not think less of you for it.”
His face softened, and his heart pulsed. Arthur felt like he was looking into a reflection of himself, or what he could have been. He concluded last night that Kate is the bravest woman he had ever met, braver than he could ever be. And he greatly admired her for it. Darkness and damnation was nothing new to him, but he believed in his heart that he was already too damned to be brought back to the light. He is a person who has caused so much suffering, he believed he didn’t deserve happiness. He had fully convinced himself of his own cruelty.
“Kate, I think I’m the one who owes you an apology. I -” he began. Suddenly, Arthur’s name was called from within the camp. His duties never ceased; even on quiet mornings. “Damnit,” he muttered. With a grunt he chugged the last of his coffee before standing. Turning to her he promised, “I’ll come find you later.”
Kate smiled sympathetically with a nod, offering him a parting reminder, “don’t keep hidden what matters Arthur, even from yourself.”
He placed his hat on his head and tipped it to her in a warm gesture before taking off back into the camp. Kate settled against the tree and was about to close her eyes just as her loyal mare Lorena came trotting over to her side of the beach. Eager for attention. She chuckled at the sight, “how ya doin’ pretty girl.”
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After valentine, we fled the country and headed even further south and east, camping by a lake. This is pretty much new country for me. If only we had fled west out of Blackwater, we could be free now, out where we belong beyond civilization with the savages and the animals. Here, we won’t ever be at home.
By some miracle, my mean nasty ugly self has yet to scare Kate away. Even after that debt collecting mess. That kinda work is revolting, and it shames me, and I think she is the first woman to ever see me and set me straight. Mary saw this side of me too, but she knew I would never change, so she left me. I could not offer her the life she deserved. Oh Mary, what a couple of fools we were.
Kate said she came back for Abigail and her boy, from one mother to another. She wants peace for them too, away from this nonsense and lies. Ain’t that what we’re all seeking? Not sure I know myself anymore. Dutch don’t seem too worried that the law keeps finding us, I’m beginnin’ to doubt his wisdom.
I had never seen a woman fight so brutally as Kate, and now I know why. I can handle the unkindness of existence. But to hear it from the lips of a good honest woman, it damn near broke my heart. I don’t know how she does it. After everything that life handed her, goodness comes naturally to her. Like she does not oppose GOOD vs EVIL as it rages within me. I’ve seen her rage and bloodlust and it frightens me, but she is ashamed of that part of herself. Perhaps we have more in common than I thought.
Arthur made his way through camp in search of Dutch, a slight annoyance lingering from his interrupted conversations with Kate. Yet Kate seemed understanding; she knew he was a busy man and showed sympathy towards him. Last night, as he tenderly stitched her back together, he saw a different side of her—she had bared her heart and soul. He realized why it was important for him to know this side of her; she saw someone she could relate to. But Arthur believed he was beyond saving.
Unlike Kate, Arthur was born into the flame. Blood and violence had been his companions since childhood; he never experienced the loving embrace of a mother or father. A child born in the flame loves the fire and becomes its fuel, perpetuating its rage.
Kate, on the other hand, was burned by the flame. She had a loving family, a proper and honest life with her husband and child—all stripped away. Then, the fire engulfed her. She had to become the flame to ensure it would never burn her again.
Arthur found Dutch by the lakeshore on the opposite side of camp. "How are you doing, old friend?" Dutch asked, calling out to him.
"Fine," Arthur retorted, his frustration evident. Last night's events and Micah's actions toward Kate weighed heavily on him, and he felt Dutch bore some responsibility. Since arriving at the new hideout, Dutch hadn't even acknowledged Kate, let alone thanked her for her help.
"It's funny... us ending up down here," Dutch continued, his voice reflective. "My daddy died in a field in Pennsylvania fighting this lot. Did I ever tell you that?"
Arthur nodded wearily. "Many times, Dutch."
Dutch noticed his disinterest. "I see I'm boring you, Arthur."
He blew out a breath, his frustration simmering. "No, you're worrying me. We could've lost people last night. Why didn't you send some men back to help us?"
"We have lofty goals, Arthur," Dutch replied, his tone rehearsed. "Our primary objective was to escape the law."
“Our primary objective is to keep everyone safe!” Arthur's voice rose with anger. “Kate took a bullet for the Marston’s, that's more than I can say about you Dutch.”
"Society is reforming, son," Dutch said, sounding like he was delivering a sermon. "We're trying to make it better, kinder, and truer. There will be casualties..."
"The world don’t want us no more. Why aren't we heading back west? What are we even doing here?" Arthur pressed.
Dutch sighed, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "We are dreamers in a world of facts, Arthur. But come on, let me make it up to you, son."
Typical Dutch, always deflecting when he didn't have a direct answer. Everything was a strategic move in his mind, and he always had to be the one in control. Arthur followed as Dutch led him further down the beach, where a large rowboat was waiting ashore with Hosea and John standing nearby.
"We've got the day, and it's beautiful out. Thought it'd be nice to take my boys out fishin' like the good old times," Dutch said with a smile. "Hosea says there's a creek around here, probably full of fish."
Arthur tipped his hat to his father and brother as they approached. John looked just as perplexed as Arthur. They weren't kids anymore, and it had been ages since they did anything together that didn't involve something illegal.
"You don't look too rosy, old friend. I thought this warmer weather would—" Dutch began, turning to Hosea.
"My days of looking good are long over, Dutch," Hosea admitted with a chuckle, then turned to Arthur. "How's the young lady? Heard she got shot last night."
Arthur sighed. "She'll be alright. Nothing too bad. But I'm gonna have some words with that sack of shit Micah," he added bitterly.
"I'll do you one better and put a bullet between his eyes," John quipped, earning a chuckle from Arthur. "I owe Kate that much. She seriously did me a solid by lending me her rifle."
"Nobody's shootin’ nobody," Dutch's gravelly voice cut through. "Now c'mon, help an old man get this in the water." He gestured toward the wooden boat.
Arthur and John exchanged a look. Hosea rolled his eyes. "Always bursting the bubble, you. C'mon, boys, let's go catch some fish." He joined Dutch in pushing the boat into the water.
Together, they climbed aboard the wooden craft. John took up the oars and rowed toward the supposed creek Hosea had mentioned. As he rowed, Arthur took in the surrounding scenery. It was a beautiful, cloudless day, the sun beating down warmly. It had been a while since he could relax and enjoy himself, so he set aside his grievances with Dutch, if only for the afternoon.
Dutch was the first to break the silence, as usual. "You know, before any of them back there," he began, gesturing toward the other gang members, "it was just us. The curious couple and their two unruly sons." He chuckled with a grateful sigh. "This feels good, thanks for doing this with me, boys," Dutch added, his expression full of pride and gratitude as he looked at his two sons.
He continued, "I feel like we can really breathe here. As thick and soupy as this air is, it might even do your whistling pipes some good, Hosea."
Hearing Dutch comment on Hosea's health worried Arthur. Since they left Colter, Hosea's health had been declining. The harsh cold had taken its toll, and he feared his father figure was nearing his end. Hosea had a rattling cough that struck fear into Arthur's heart every time he heard it, imagining the worst as Hosea struggled for air.
"I was once in this country with Bessie," Hosea ignored Dutch's comment, lost in his memories of his late wife. "Oh, it feels like a lifetime ago."
“It was a lifetime ago,” Dutch chimed, “what a life we have lived. How well we have fought, especially you two.” His gaze finding Arthur and John’s. “With just a little more money, we’ll be out of here in no time. We just need to stay hidden.”
Hosea raised a brow, “oh, is that so?”
“I have a plan Hosea, I’ve got ideas hatching I just,” he hesitated a moment, “I need you with me, not against me. All of you.”
Arthur nodded, “ ‘course Dutch.”
“We’re always with you Dutch,” John piped in from the back of the boat.
The unlikely family rowed the rest of the way in comfortable silence. They listened to the lapping of the water, the song of the seabirds, and felt the gentle breeze tickle their hair. It truly was a beautiful day for fishing. Arthur tilted his face to the sun and relaxed his shoulders. Moments like this made him believe that maybe things would turn out okay for them in the end.
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Kate spent the morning tending to her mare, staying close to the shoreline, brushing and washing the blood from Lorena's coat. She hummed a quiet tune, feeling Lorena's affectionate sniffs on her face. Guilt gnawed at Kate for pushing Lorena too hard the previous night, though the horse seemed unfazed. Memories flooded back of when they first met.
Lorena was found in an abandoned barn, where she and River had chased down horse thieves. Just a frightened filly, barely a year old, she had been left tied up after the thieves fled in a hurry. It took Kate months to earn her trust, enduring every buck and bite. But the bond they forged was unbreakable—Lorena would stop at nothing for her rider, just as Kate would gladly lay down her life for her baby girl.
As Kate combed Lorena's dark mane, she noticed the mare's ears flickering back and forth, as if sensing something. Kate was about to ask her what was wrong when Sadie's voice erupted from within the camp.
“Say whatever you damn well please, but I tell you, if you ask me to chop one more vegetable I’m going to kill you!” She shouted, her frustration evident.
Mr. Pearson answered her in equal anger, “and if you don’t stop hissing at me, I’m going to kill you!” He retorted.
Kate spun on her heel and sprinted back into camp toward the chuck wagon. There, she found Sadie and Pearson squabbling, with Sadie brandishing a knife and Pearson looking ready to explode.
“Can’t somebody else help you cook for once? I ain’t your damn housewife!” Sadie shouted, pointing the tip of the knife at Pearson.
“You put that knife down or you’re going to be missing a hand, young lady!” Pearson roared back.
Kate approached the wagon, hands on her hips in disappointment. “What the hell is wrong with you two?” she shouted over them.
“I ain’t chopping vegetables for a living,” Sadie answered, slamming the knife down on the cutting board. She threw her hands up in frustration. “And I ain’t being lazy neither. I can work, but not like this!”
Kate sympathetically tilted her head. Despite their differences, she could understand Sadie's frustration. She'd gladly handle the simple duties and stay out of trouble, but Sadie thrived on adventure. You couldn’t keep a woman like her cooped up for long.
Sadie moved to the other side of the wagon, taking a deep breath before turning back to Pearson and Kate. “My husband and I shared the work, all of it,” she explained. “I tended to the fields, hunted, carried a gun, and used a knife.” Her voice rose in anger. “If you keep me here, I’ll skin this old coot and serve him for dinner!”
“Watch your damn mouth, you crazy goddamn fishwife!” Pearson retorted, pointing an accusing finger. Sadie looked ready to pounce.
It was about time Kate stepped between the two, “that’s enough!” She yelled, using her hands to distance the two feral cats from scrapping, she placed a hand on Sadies shoulder to hold her back. She turned her gaze to Pearson, “that includes you too.”
The old man raised his hands in defeat with a grunt. Kate turned to Sadie. “Why don’t we ride into town today? See what we can stir up,” she suggested. “Need anything while we’re out, Pearson?”
The cook reached into his wagon and handed over two pieces of paper. “Here’s my list. Could you also post this letter for me?” Kate nodded, tucking the items into her satchel. With a tip of her hat, she let Pearson get back to work.
The two widows climbed into the empty supply wagon, Kate taking up the reins. Together, they departed from camp and made their way toward Rhodes.
“I guess I’m back to bein’ the mailwoman,” Sadie grumbled. “At least we get to go shoppin’.”
Kate chuckled, nudging her knee against Sadie's. “Oh, come on. It ain’t so bad. We just earned ourselves the entire afternoon to do as we please,” she said with a playful wink. Sadie met her gaze and grinned.
Once they were away from camp, Kate broached the conversation again. “You cooled down now?” she asked, her voice gentle and concerned.
“I guess,” Sadie sighed. “I just hate taking orders from that sweaty half-wit. Hey, what did you do with that letter?” she inquired.
Kate chortled, “oh so the mail woman is also reading people’s letters now?” She asked with a laugh, slightly concerned that she may have snooped in Arthur’s personal letter from Mary.
“Not particularly, I just wanna see who that old bastards writin’ too.”
Kate shook her head, sighing as Sadie eagerly took the letter. In a mockingly low voice, Sadie began to read aloud. “Dear Aunt Cathy,” she started, “I haven’t heard from you in some time, so I pray to the Lord above that your health has not deteriorated further…” Her mocking trailed off as she read the first half of the letter.
Kate sucked in an awkward breath. “Maybe you should, uh, stop there, Sadie.”
The woman pressed on, her eyes scanning over the pages. “Blah blah blah, it’s boring. Oh! Wait a sec, listen to this; since we last corresponded I have traveled widely, making no small name for myself. Before you ask, I am still yet to take a wife but I can assure you it’s not for lack of suitors…”
Kate snorted and quickly covered her mouth, unable to contain her laughter. Sadie’s infectious chuckles mixed with her own amusement. “You think he ever talked to a woman he didn’t pay for?” Sadie managed to say between laughs.
“I guess we’re all hiding behind something,” Kate replied, meeting Sadie’s amused gaze. The laughter bubbled up again, and soon they were both hysterical. The wagon veered off track as Kate was distracted, but she quickly yanked on the reins to right themselves.
“Oh, you are something else Sadie Adler,” Kate gasped, trying to compose herself.
Sadie chuckled and affectionately slapped Kate’s knee. “I think we’re running with a bunch of idiots dressed up like outlaws.” She handed the letter back to Kate as the wagon pulled into town. They guided the horses over to the general store and hopped down.
“I’ll mail this while you do the shopping,” Kate stated, nodding as they parted ways.
After all these years, Kate still held out hope that her aunt would someday write back to her. In every town she passed through, she asked the post office to mail a letter for her. She continued to write to her aunt, but she stopped receiving word back almost a decade ago. She could only assume her aunt was no longer living, but she enjoyed writing her letters nonetheless.
It didn’t take long for them to finish their assigned errands; the post office was a short walk from the general store. As Kate walked back, she saw Sadie and the store clerk finishing up loading the wagon. Sadie had purchased a new outfit, her old worn-out jeans and top replaced by a nice pair of black dukes and a fresh yellow button-down. She looked more at ease after getting out of camp, but Kate suspected the fun wasn’t over yet.
"Alright, anything else we need to do here?" Sadie inquired, dusting her hands and placing them on her hips.
Kate smiled, “Care to join me for a drink?” She nodded towards the saloon up the street.
Sadie followed her gaze and turned back with a grin, “After you, Miss McCanon.”
The two widows settled on the porch of the saloon facing the sun, each with a chilled glass of spiked sweet tea. It wasn’t enough to get them drunk, just enough to take the edge off. It was a beautiful day, so why waste it running errands? Kate’s cheeks were flushed, both from the beating sun and her drink, but her heart felt light. After the hell they all went through last night, she felt she deserved this.
Sadie, equally deep in her glass, ran an idle finger around the rim. “You know, my Jake would’ve loved it here. He was always complaining ‘bout the cold, but I told him a hundred times we could move south and he refused,” she said, lost in the memory of her husband.
Kate nodded somberly, “My husband would’ve liked it here too. He was from Kentucky but moved to Boston when he was a kid. I know he missed the country dearly.”
After a moment, Kate asked a question that had been on her mind, “How come you and Jake never had children?” Despite rarely having time together, they enjoyed sharing pieces of their lives with one another. Kate had told Sadie about her husband and daughter over one of their many late-night poker games. It brought them closer, and they had more in common than she realized.
“We thought about it, but where we lived up in the Grizzlies, it was no place to raise a child,” Sadie explained, scanning the town and its bustling people. “Although, I think this country would’ve been great for us. The owner at the general store said they were building a school here.”
“Can’t say putting kids in school won’t make the world better,” Kate said with a somber sigh.
“At least it’s progress,” Sadie added.
“I’m not even sure I know what that word means anymore,” Kate retorted, taking a sip from her glass.
Sadie leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “This town is full of drunks, Kate. I’m not sure anybody here knows what that word means.” Kate looked over at Sadie and couldn't help but let out a laugh. The two girls chuckled as their laughter fed one another.
After an hour, they decided it was time to head back. Sadie took up the reins this time; she was a little tipsy, as were they both at this point. But it was nothing they couldn’t handle. After a few minutes of riding, they left the town perimeter and entered the plains again, when a few men on horses approached them.
"Hey there," one of the men called out, "what you ladies up to?"
“Just headin’ home,” Kate answered politely.
One of the men maneuvered his horse in front of the wagon, causing Sadie to pull the reins to a halt. “You’re in Lemoyne Raider country. You need to pay a toll to pass through here,” the man declared.
Lemoyne Raiders? Kate's mind raced as she connected the pieces from last night; these people must be from the same group that attacked them. Her demeanor shifted, and she gazed at the two men before her from under the brim of her hat.
“Oh, is that so?” she began coolly, “I don’t think I’ve heard of you.”
“We’re gonna need you to pull over this wagon right now,” the man on Sadie's side of the wagon demanded. Kate caught the flash of iron from his gun as it glinted in the sun. Sadie noticed it too; she turned her head to meet Kate’s gaze. They shared a moment of unspoken understanding, nodding ever so slightly. With a wink, Sadie signaled to make their move.
“Here’s your toll you son of a bitch!” Kate shouted. In unison the two women upholstered their revolvers and shot the men dead, on either side of the wagon.
The raiders tumbled out of their saddles as Sadie cracked the reins, sending the wagon careening forward at a relentless pace. More men appeared from behind, closing in on them along the dry, dusty road.
“Let’s keep this little squabble between us,” Kate chuckled to Sadie, preparing to deal with the raiders. She aimed her pistol and fired, missing her target. With a frustrated grunt, she took another shot, hitting a man in the shoulder this time. She made a mental note to retrieve her rifle from John when they returned.
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Laughter echoed through the secluded creek, startling birds from the trees. Four fishing lines bobbed idly in the water as the two older gentlemen reminisced about embarrassing tales from their boys' younger days. Despite catching only a few perch and bass, the fish weren’t biting much, perhaps due to their wooden watercraft rocking from their rowdy chuckles. But they couldn’t care less; nothing could spoil such a pleasant afternoon.
"Remember when little John got so spooked holding a fish that he fell right out of the boat? Thank God Arthur was with us or the kid would've drowned!" Dutch chuckled heartily, slapping his knee.
John shook his head, laughing at the memory. "Yeah, well, at least I didn't go to the market, buy the three biggest bass, and try to pass them off like I caught 'em," he teased, nodding towards Arthur. "Dumbass didn't think we'd run into the guy who sold it to him!"
“Oh, not this again,” Arthur grinned, feigning annoyance. "Maybe I should toss you overboard right now, Marston. Let's see how fast you can swim to shore," he playfully threatened. "Oh, that's right, you still can't swim!" He chuckled heartily.
The four men shared another round of laughter. As their giggles died down, Hosea noted the time, “We’ve been out here a while, boys. What do you say we head back and get this cooked for dinner?”
The group nodded in agreement, and Hosea picked up the oars. He was about to lower them into the water when Arthur playfully tapped his arm. “Let me row, you two are getting too old for real labor,” he said with a grin. Remembering how weak Hosea was getting, Arthur wasn’t about to let him do the work. He wanted Hosea to enjoy the evening without tiring himself out.
“And you’re too dumb for anything else,” Hosea quipped back with a smile.
Arthur let out a hearty laugh as he took his seat and lowered the oars. “You’re still too quick for me, old man!”
Hosea playfully bopped him on the top of his head. “I just enjoy picking on children,” he winked. Their banter flowed effortlessly; Arthur always enjoyed spending time with Hosea. He loved Dutch too, but he saw Hosea more as a father figure. Hosea was his role model, and Arthur was his biggest fan.
“Well, I guess we didn’t have much luck fishing,” Dutch remarked after a moment, looking at their small haul.
“Bad luck and stupid fish,” John mused.
“Or maybe the fish had good luck and we’re just stupid,” Arthur added with a snicker.
As Arthur rowed steadily, following the shoreline back to camp, Hosea let out a sigh and gazed out at the water. After a moment, he spoke up. “How do you boys feel about a song?”
The boys launched into a hearty old sea chanty led by Hosea, with Arthur and John joining in on the chorus. As they neared camp, laughter escaped them, a shared contentment settling in. Dutch and Hosea took the fish, signaling they would bring them to Pearson, while Arthur and John guided the boat to a secluded spot on the other side of camp to safeguard it from prying eyes.
Pushing the boat through the shallow waters, John broke the quiet. “I had fun today. Wasn’t sure what Hosea was up to dragging me out of bed this morning, but I actually enjoyed it.”
Arthur chuckled, a hint of playful jab in his voice. “Maybe now you’ll remember to take your own son fishing sometime.”
“Maybe, if someone wasn’t already taking him,” John shot back, irritation creeping into his tone.
Arthur straightened, his expression serious. “Don’t give me that shit, Marston,” he spat,” If you’re not stepping up, what’s the difference? You’ll just run off again.”
“Why are you so interested in my life? Don’t you have your own?” John retorted.
Arthur sighed, his tone softer, “just figure yourself out John, you can’t be two people at once.”
John scoffed, a touch of bitterness coloring his voice. “You’re one to talk, Morgan! At least my kid is alive. Can’t say the same about yours.” He immediately regretted his words as Arthur’s eyes darkened, and he moved closer through the water.
“I am one to talk Marston,” Arthur replied, his conviction mixed with regret. “You left that boy, your family, for nearly a whole damn year!”
John grimaced, avoiding Arthur’s gaze. “You know it ain’t that simple. I wasn’t—” He paused, then continued with a lower voice. “I wasn’t ready to be a father.”
Arthur softened, sympathy in his tone. “And you think I was? Look how that turned out.”
“See? You and I are the same,” John remarked.
“No, we’re not,” Arthur countered with gravity. “You have a family, John. For the love of God, don’t abandon them.”
The boat finally rounded the bend, hidden from strangers’ view. Arthur said nothing more as he left John and headed into camp, his mind heavy with old memories and lingering regrets.
As Arthur made his way toward the fire, ready to settle in for the evening with a cold beer and fresh fish for dinner, rowdy laughter near the chuck wagon caught his attention. To his surprise, Kate and Sadie were busy unloading supplies for Pearson.
"What’s got you girls laughing like a couple of hyenas on caffeine?" Arthur asked with a smile, relieved to hear Kate’s laughter lifting his spirits. He found himself thinking of her more and more, even wishing to be the reason behind her smile.
Sadie chortled and exchanged a look with Kate. "Don’t worry ‘bout it, cowboy," she replied with a laugh. Pearson waved off the girls, and Sadie bid them farewell, mentioning she was off to freshen up before dinner. Kate turned back to Arthur with a smile, and the two of them made their way to the fire to catch up on their day's adventures.
"Heard you caught us some fish for dinner," Kate noted.
Arthur chuckled. "Well, it ain’t much, but it'll do. What were you up to today?"
Kate leaned back against the log, stretching her legs toward the fire. "Posted some mail, did a little shopping, got some drinks with Sadie…" She trailed off, then added, "and, uh, may have run into those raiders again." Arthur sat up, shooting her a worried look.
"Easy there, cowpoke," Kate reassured him, giggling. "Sadie and I took care of it. Just a couple of dumbasses trying to make a quick buck." She shook her head with annoyance.
As the rest of the gang members gathered around the fire with the setting sun, Arthur and Kate continued to chat about their day. The smell of fried fish filled the air, and everyone eagerly awaited dinner. Bottles of beer were passed around, and Kate accepted hers with gratitude. It felt like the perfect way to end the day—crisp drink, good food, and great company.
Javier settled in with his guitar, but before he could strum a tune, he turned his attention to Kate. "Why don’t you play us something tonight?" He offered her his guitar with both hands. Surprised by the gesture, Kate shook her head bashfully. "Oh c’mon, cariño, don’t be shy! Arthur told me you used to play."
Kate shot Arthur a teasing glance, and he held up his hands defensively. "Alright, I’ll give it a go," she caved.
As Kate tuned the wooden instrument to her liking, she caught sight of a familiar face entering camp—Micah. Arthur noticed him too and started to rise, but Kate gestured for him to stay put. "If you do all the talkin’ for me, Morgan, I’m gonna forget how to talk," she said with a reassuring grin. She slipped a small bone knife from her satchel, concealing it from the others. "Be right back," she said as she got up to intercept Micah before he could find Dutch.
With purposeful steps, Kate approached Micah. Threatening him in front of the entire camp wouldn’t work, and brute force had already been attempted—she needed a new approach.
"Micah!" Kate called out in a bogus friendly tone, drawing the attention of everyone around. She saw the confusion in his eyes, tinged with arrogance. "Well, looks like you’re still here. Guess I should apologize for my aberration," he said, his voice like a hissing snake.
Kate chuckled as she closed the distance between them. "No apology needed, Mr. Bell. It was just a misunderstanding," she said loud enough for the others to hear.
To his surprise, Kate draped her arm over his shoulder in a seemingly affectionate gesture, their heights nearly matching. Before Micah could react, he felt the sharp tip of something against his neck.
"Walk with me," Kate said in a low voice, her grip firm on his neck. She led them away from the camp, speaking directly into his ear, much like he had done to her when she first joined the gang.
"I’m not here to hand out gold stars for your sudden epiphany, Micah. Try me again, and I promise you, I will return the favor tenfold," she spat, the knife pressing dangerously against his jugular. One false move and he would be bleeding out in the dry grass.
Micah chuckled, his demeanor shifting. "Is that an invitation?" he retorted dryly.
Kate brushed off his insinuation with a steely gaze. "I assure you, I've dealt with far scarier men than you. You're nothing but a coward hiding behind your pawns. I've faced men like you, tortured men like you. You relish in others' suffering, but you haven't known suffering yourself. And I won't show you mercy."
With that, she withdrew her hand, flicking it upwards in a swift but gentle motion that left a shallow cut on his chin, drawing blood. "Consider this your one and only warning."
With a dismissive flick of her boot, Kate pivoted on her heel and strode back toward the welcoming glow of the campfire, leaving Micah to nurse his wounded pride. As she moved away, she caught a glimpse of him rubbing his chin thoughtfully, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips, ““you and I would make a good team Kate.” She rolled her eyes and continued her walk.
Seating herself beside the crackling flames, Kate casually picked up Javier's guitar, her movements deliberate yet nonchalant. The instrument felt familiar in her hands, providing a comforting distraction from the lingering tension.
Arthur leaned in close, his voice a low murmur against her ear. "How'd it go?" he inquired, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
Kate couldn't help but laugh, her confidence unwavering despite the encounter with Micah. "Oh, you know," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye, "the usual threats and warnings. I might have mentioned something about plucking his eyeballs out and serving them for dinner... but I was only half serious." She shot Arthur a playful wink before turning her attention to the rest of the gang.
Seated comfortably around the fire, the gang members welcomed Kate's return with warm smiles and eager anticipation. She glanced around at her companions, a sense of camaraderie settling over the group.
"So, what'll it be tonight?" Kate asked, her fingers beginning to pluck at the guitar strings.
As the flames danced and shadows flickered, memories of her father's cheerful tunes filled Kate's mind. She recalled a particular song he used to sing on balmy summer evenings, a lighthearted melody that brought joy even after the toughest of days. Adjusting her grip on the guitar, Kate launched into the familiar tune, her voice carrying over the crackling fire with a warmth that echoed the affection she felt for her makeshift family.
I dream in the morning, that she brings me water,
And I dream in the evening that she brings me wine.
Just a poor man’s daughter, from Puerto Peñasco.
South of the border, in old Mexico.
There’s a great hot desert, south of Mexicali.
And if you dont got water, you’d better not go.
Tequila won’t get you across that desert,
To Evangelina, in old Mexico.
The fire I feel for the woman I love, is drivin’ me insane.
Knowing she’s waitin’, and I can’t get there.
God only knows that I wracked my brain, to try to find a way,
To reach that woman, in old Mexico.
Evangelina, I miss you so.
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Can you write a fanfic (on wattpad) for Javier Escuella? I'm litterly married to him AND I NEED THIS😫
Hi, Anon!
He’s such a tease, our charming outlaw. Genuinely one of my favourite characters out of the RDR universe. I didn’t plan anything for him (or have an idea for a story haha) but he’s defo a fave for future projects. Sadly I can’t say when that will become reality. As of now I only have my first gender specific fanfictions planned. We will see what 2024 has in store for him (and us).
Lots of love, me.
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Arthur Morgan X Reader (CHAP. 1)
Let's be entirely honest, Life turned to shit once covid hit. Well, even worse shit, since lockdown and being stuck in a 1 bedroom apartment with my boyfriend. He didn't even seem like a boyfriend, more like a negative reality check. I stay with him because it beats being with my family. So, it seems like quite a steal to deal with the bullying and a few things being thrown at me every other week. He let me stay rent free, supplied all the food. I never had to work. If i rubbed his feet he'd throw me some cash for some personal items. It wasn't always 'bad', at first it was sweet and he mad me feel like I was the only 1 he could really love. I was happy. I guess you could say that was the "Honeymoon" stage. He talked me into moving in, which really didn't require much convincing considering they were 10 times worse than he is now. He supported me. He was my friend? He made me want to be around him everyday, almost as if I were addicted to him. I spent most of my time bedroom wallowing away into nothing but boredom and misery, once he left for work. I'd perform simple cleaning tasks. 1 thing that never failed to pull me out of boredom was my video games. That stupid cowboy game. That game never failed to pull me into my imaginative side and just ride along with the Van Der Linde gang. They had a better relationship from being strangers at 1 point to family than I had with my own lover...my own blood. The more I played the game the more I wished I could live in that reality. I may not know much about riding or shooting and even though that life seems rough, it seems like it would easier sort out who's on your side. It filled me with a sense of joy. Couldn't I?
'Maaann, I'm getting sleepy.'
Y/N: "I'm gonna shut this off and head to bed." I say as I get off my bed and shut off my T.V.
Y/N: "Nothin good on anyways."
I've been channel surfing and the only entertaining thing on was South Park and it was getting old. I scuff my feet across the hardwood floor and extend my index finger and press the power button. A yawn escapes me as I shuffle over to my closet and throw on some p.j's.
The T.V? It turned back on? I stopped in my tracts, a few inches from my closet space.
.....Did the remote fall? I turn around and glance around my bed and nightstand before turning my head to my dresser where my t.v. sits.
No? I have to get up to turn it off I lost the remote?
I slowly take a few steps towards my t.v, pausing to take a look behind me.
'Voices?'
??: "Spare you?"
??: "Can ........ spare you?"
Y/N: What the hell?" I step closer to the t.v. The static noise got louder the closer I got to it. I stop before I extend my arm to press the power button.
Y/N: I like horror movies but please for the love of fuck don't let this be somethin freaky." I take a deep breath, slowly reaching forward, the static seemingly eerily louder than feeling my own heartbeat. My finger makes contact with the power button, but when I press it, the t.v. doesn't shut off. I start to jam my index finger into the power button and still nothing.
Y/N: "What the actual fuck?" I grow more anxious, my heart thumping hard into my chest, sweat beginning to pool on my forehead as I feel my stomach do summer-salts with every thrust of my finger the louder the noises grew.
Until my finger went for another push and-
It goes threw it? A bright white light engulfing where my hand is blinds me a bit.
Y/N: "What the fuck?" I whisper to myself. I pull my hand out, the static noise continues, but I can hear more noise
??:"I know a girl in valentine!" My eyes widen at the realization
"How is tha-!" I feel a strong force pull me towards the static, almost like my whole body was a magnet to my t.v. I didn't have time to even think and nothing to grab onto. I get dragged by an unknown cold force right into the static. I shut my eyes from the white blinding light. Cold air rushing all around me and gravity seeming to pull me down. With little time for me to process anything and no way to calm my bodily reaction to being scared shitless and sucked through a white orb, I feel my stomach churn. 1 hand clenches my stomach and the other covers my mouth. I shut my eyes as wind begins to rush through my hair. The feel of the air seemed to change temperature. Cold to a muggy warmth that seemed welcoming. I try to take a peak, but immediately shut it once I notice I'm getting closer to the ground.
Falling...
...I'M FALLING!!!
Y/N: "AUGHHHH!" The ground seemingly to get closer and closer the louder I screamed.
Thud! A weak wheeze leaves my throat. The ground meeting my back
Y/N: "There has to be a better landing than that." I groan out rolling onto all 4's as I vomit all the contents of my stomach. I cough and wheeze a bit, teary eyed. I attempt to take a deep breath which contained wheezes and some groans. I look up to take in my surroundings.
Noise of creaky carriages being pulled and people talking amongst each other fills my ears as I begin to notice the scent of moist murky air and animal shit begin to fill my nostrils. My eyes dart around looking at everything.
Y/N: "Valentine?" I question as I begin to sit up a bit more. I notice the fence in front of me.
'I must be behind the sheriff's office.' I squat behind the fence to hide my appearance.
'I'm not in the proper attire to blend in with this time period.' I lift myself up a bit taking a small peak to look for anyone who may be looking in my direction. I stand up from my spot once I think the coast is clear. I make a B-line inside the sheriff's office. I slam the door shut behind me, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm down. My eye's meet the back of the head of a man with a tan coat and brown pants in front of a cell a few feet in front of me.
'That must be the sheriff.' The man turns around.
"Can I help you miss?" The sheriff asks in a questioning tone and a raised eyebrow. My eye's widen
"I'm really here." I mutter to myself in disbelief.
Sheriff: "What was that?" I smirk to myself as I begun to remember the type of man he is. I push myself off the door and take a few steps towards him.
Y/N: "Oh nothing, Sheriff. I do believe I am a bit lost though." I place my hands behind my back and begin to ball them. A smirk still present on my face. The Sheriff begins to take a few steps towards me.
The Sheriff: "I can help you if you're looking for a specific pla-" I throw my fist with every bit of force into his face, his face jerks to the side; hat falling off his head. I wrap my fingers into his thin hair, raising my knee; slamming his head into it. His body thuds to the ground. I pant from the adrenaline and begin to look around his office. I notice a chest in the back corner between 2 cells. I race to the chest and waste no time opening it
"Please let it be fitting clothes." I say to myself. Inside there is a underbust corset, white button down shirt, a bandolier, pants, boots and some belts.
The boots were about a half a size to big, so i just tied the laces a bit tighter. Luckily everything else fit. I strap in my hunting knife to the right of my hip and take the cattleman revolver off the Sheriff and holster it. I walk back over to the Sheriff and grab his feet and begin dragging him into 1 of the cells, slamming it shut. I start to hear him groan. I begin a fast pace out the door and shut it. I get a few shifty glances from a few people across the way, so I give a small nod and start walking down towards the saloon, trying to avoid eye contact and conversation. My eyes begin to dart around.
'If I can be anywhere near right, this should be the first time Arthur comes to Valentine with Uncle and the ladies.' My eyes are drawn to the bank and in front of it I see an African American lady in a yellow dress being dragged to the side of the building and then pushed to the side of the wall by a taller man. I quicken my pace.
'That's Tilly and that bastard Anthony.' My fists begin to ball and my teeth grit as I step up on the platform to the bank.
Y/N: "Get your hands off'a her."
Anthony: "Why don't you mind your business lady." He says threateningly. I scowl as I grab Tilly's wrist, pulling her behind me. I unsheathe my knife and point it at him.
Y/N: "Back off or I come for your balls." I state with a harsh tone. I begin to hear heavy footsteps approach behind us.
Arthur: "I'd do what the lady says, my friend." He states in a gruff tone.
Foreman: "This ain't over Tilly Jackson." He states firmly before taking his leave, not before taking a last glance to Arthur and I. I sheath my hunting knife and turn towards the 2. I release my grip from Tilly's wrist.
Y/N: "Sorry if my grip was too tight, my intention was not to harm you."
Tilly: "No, your fine. I appreciate you comin to my rescue. You too Arthur." She says sweetly. The look on her face was from explained distress. I give a small nod and smile as Arthur directs her to go wait with the others and asks where Karen is. Once she makes her way to the general store, my eyes slowly wander up Arthur.
'He's much bigger in person.' I think to myself as heat begins to rise up to my cheeks. My eyes land on his
'Such a pretty blue.' A small smile appears unnoticingly.
Arthur: "Thank you, Miss ?"
Y/N: "Y/n...My name's Y/n."
Arthur: "Miss Y/n. Thank you for helpin out, but I outta g-get back to it. Names Arthur." He mutters.
Y/N: "I'll come with. Supposin you have 1 more friend that needs assistance." I say with a light chuckle and begin to make my way to the hotel, Arthur close behind.
'Did-Did he stutter? '
Arthur: "I'm pretty sure I can handle this on my own Miss?"
Y/N: "Just call me Y/n, I'm sure you do but I'm kinda in my own bind right now." I say with a small huff, twisting the knob to the hotel door.
Hotel Owner: "Can I help you two?" I prop my elbows to the side of the counter before giving Arthur my best innocent look and a small smirk. He gives me a small puff and speaks up
Arthur: "I'm looking for a blonde lady, mid 20's, wouldn't forget her."
Hotel owner: "Friend of his?"
Arthur: "Friend of hers." The Hotel Owners eyes widen.
Hotel Owner: " 2B. No trouble now please." A loud thud and crash emit from upstairs, I push myself off the desk and follow Arthur up the stairs who wastes no time getting up there. We make our way down the hall and hear Karen.
Karen: "Get off of me." She screams. Arthur goes to twist the handle and gives it a little push, but the door doesn't budge. He takes a glance at me and taking a step back before raising his leg and kicking the door down. He rushes in with me behind him, I go to Karen who's on the ground. I hold my hand out to her as Arthur and the drunk man begin to throw fists. Karen hesitates to take it, but she does and I slowly help her up. With a final blow by the time she's fully up, I waste no time brushing off her dress and grabbing a handkerchief that was on an end table and begin to clean up some of the blood from her busted lip. She hisses.
Y/n: "I'm so sorry." She takes the cloth from my hand, before giving me a small nod.
Karen: "Thank you."
Arthur: "The hell are you doin here?"
Karen: "Tryin to play him, not very well." She says in a sad tone, before giving me a questioning glance.
Karen: "Who are you?" She questions me.
Y/N: "Y/N, I wanted to he-"
Arthur: "She's gonna be comin back with us back to camp." He states, I give a small nod.
Y/n: "I'm no stranger with getting into trouble, I'm only here to help for a while." I state.
Y/n: "I knocked out the sheriff looking for some clothes." They both give me a dead panning look.
Y/n: "If you don't believe me, you should hear some screaming once we make it outside... I locked him in a cell." Karen chuckles.
Karen: "My my, you sure are your own dynamite. Anyways, stupid bastard was boasting about the bank." She begins to make her way out of the room.
Arthur: "The bank?" He takes a small glance towards me and follows behind her. Me on his path.
Karen: "Sure. I know small town banks are usually a waste of time but this is a livestock town, there's lots of cash sometimes." She takes a few huffs as she dabs the cloth on her lip. We make our way down the stairs.
Hotel owner: "I hope everything's okay up there."
Karen: "After you. Thank you, Arthur. I don't much like being saved but when I have to be." Arthur pushes the door open, Karen and I following him out.
Arthur: "I understand." He looks both ways before crossing the muddy road to regroup with Uncle, Mary-Beth and Tilly. They all exchange glances and worrying questions over Karen before looking to me.
Arthur: "She's gonna be coming with us back to camp, until she figures out what she wants to do." We hear a man stumble out of the Sheriff's office, head in hand hollerin out for a woman in my physical appearance.
'It's a good thing I changed clothes.' I think to myself, I start to make my way more into the little group that formed to try and hide myself. I hear Karen chuckle.
Karen: "You really weren't kiddin." I feel the heat rise to my face.
Y/n: "of course I wasn't." I say in a rushed hushed tone, Arthur even cracks a smile.
Mary-Beth: "Hey, who's that guy over there looking at us?" Mary gives a small nod in a man's direction. We all turn to look at him.
'It's honestly kinda cool to be experiencing this first hand.' I look over between Arthur and Karen and notice a horse hitched to a post. I squeeze between Tilly and Karen and make my way over to start untying the horse.
Jimmy Brooks: " Weren't you in Blackwater a few weeks back?" He questions menacingly from his horse pointing to Arthur. Arthur glances around us before responding.
Arthur: "Me? No, sir. Ain't from there."
Jimmy B: " Oh, you were. Well, I definitely saw you with a bunch of fellers."
Arthur: "Me? No, impossible. Listen, buddy. Come here for a minute."
Jimmy: "I saw you." He begins to turn his horse, I begin to lead the horse to Arthur.
Arthur: "Come here." He states in a gruff voice.
Jimmy B: "Come on, get." He takes off on his horse.
Uncle: "I don't like this."
Arthur: " Me neither. Go get the girls home. I'm going to go have a word with our friend."
Tilly: "Be careful, Arthur." Arthur climbs up on the horse.
Arthur: "Just a word." Arthur gives the horse a soft nudge of his heel urging the horse to go forward,, taking off behind Jimmy Brooks. the others begin to walk towards the carriage.
'I don't wanna leave just yet.' I think to myself, a small frown forming. Uncle with the reigns, Tilly and Mary-Beth in the back, Karen pauses for a moment before joining them.
Karen: "You comin' doll?" Head turned towards me with a questioning expression. I haven't moved, I was just waiting.
Y/n: "Not quite. I'mma wait here for Arthur." Karen shrugs and gives me a small scoff
Karen: "Suit yourself; might be better for him to bring you and introduce you to the rest of us. Stay clear of that Sheriff's office." She tells me with a smile and a wink. I give a small wave in response as they begin to pull away.
'This isn't so bad.' I begin to take a few steps towards the saloon, when my ears catch a disturbance a ways behind me.
??: "Hey! You!" I stop in my tracks and swing my head around. I notice 2O'driscolls standing in front of the stables, laughing amongst each other. I turn my attention away from them and continue walking.
O'driscoll: "Don't walk away from me like you didn't hear me you bitch." I stop in my tracks in disbelief.
'He didn't.' I instantly make a u-turn and dart straight for them.
Y/n: "The fuck did you call me?" I say with a sarcastic look as if I didn't hear.
O'driscoll: "She's got a feisty tongue." 1 says as and they begin to laugh. I don't think he was paying attention, because I walked right up to him adrenaline fueling my actions as my hand curls into a fist.
Y/N: "Yeah, and your not gonna have any teeth." I grunt as I uppercut the 1 that called me a 'bitch' causing him to hold his mouth hunched over, grab the lapels of the 1 next to him laughing and i throw my head into his as hard I can, causing him to fall back and me to stumble a bit holding my head. Suddenly, I feel big arms wrap around my throat putting me in a choke hold.
'For fucks sakes!' I begin to elbow him a couple times; the O'driscoll I uppercut begins to stumble back over, fists up.
O'driscoll: "That ain't no way to talk to someone." He goes to throw a punch, I push up on my feet as hard as I can, gripping my hands on the O'driscoll holding me in a choke hold, I lift my foot up as quick and hard as I can, kicking him the nuts. He falls over clutching his balls, I waste no time continuing to elbow the man holding me a few more times. He lets go and I turn and throw 1 more punch before he as well keels over.
I hear heavy foot-steps race behind me. I spin around and ready my fists, my chest heaving up and down. I settle once I see it's Arthur. I drop my arms and throw my head back.
Y/n: "Oh, thank god it's just you." I wipe the sweat that pooled at my forehead and catch my breath. I place my hands on my hips rolling my head forward and looking at the ground. My h/l, h/c hair falling in front of my eyes.
Arthur: "At least you can fight." I feel his eyes wander to the limp O'driscolls before they land on me. They seemed to travel up and down me. 1 begins to groan and push himself up. I turn around and give him a swift kick to the ribs.
Arthur: "Alright, I think they had enough." He says with a chuckle.
Arthur: "C'mon, I'll buy you a drink." I look at him and give a big smile and nod. I begin to walk off next to him. We walk onto the platform where the General store is.
Arthur: "I'm supposed to be meeting a few fellers over there anyways."
'His steps are heavier than mine...It's soothing.' I take a few side glances towards him as we walk.
'I hope you know how good you really are.' A small giggle escapes from me.
Arthur: "What'chu laughin at?" He turns his head lookin at me. He pushes open the saloon door, holding it open. I stop before entering the saloon doors and take a few steps closer to Arthur.
'He smells like campfire.' My e/c orbs don't break his. His hand releases the door and he takes a few steps back. His eyes wavering between mine, I hear him take a big gulp.
'He looks nervous.' I give a smile.
Y/n: "You're very handsome." I back away and walk through the saloon doors. Arthur on my tail. I stop and turn my head to take a small glance at him. His face is dusted a light pink as he grumbles walking over to where the other men trying to score with the working ladies.
Javier: "Oh, Arthur! Arthur, Come here!" He beckons extending his arm to his shoulder. Javier and Charles do a double take at me as I follow behind Arthur.
Javier: "Who's this?" He chuckles, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in front.
Javier: "It's about time I've seen you with a woman." They all laugh except Arthur. I give a nervous laugh, with pink starting to dust my face.
'That's what I get.'
Arthur: "She ain't mine. I'll explain later."
Working lady 1: Well ain't you the toughest teatin' mountain man." She procures seductively.
Working lady 2: "Oh you be quiet Anastasia, anyone can tell this one is a pussy cat." She drawls out.
Javier: "Yes, a pussy....cat."
Arthur: "Yeah, whatever you say. How much you cost anyway?" He remarks taking a few steps back eying them both.
Working lady 1: "Well, ain't that a nice way to talk to a lady." Giving her shoulders a small shimmy.
"Oh, I didn't know I was talking to a lady." I go to the other side of Charles and flag down the bartender and order a whiskey. I take the shot and force it down. The sting brings a warm soothing sensation and tickles my stomach. I notice the woman walk away and Arthur comes beside me and orders another shot.
Arthur: "I said I'd buy you one."
Y/n: "Then pay for this 1." A smug smirk shows on my face. Javier sighs watching the women walk off. Javier joins us leaning against the bar.
Javier: "You got a fine way with the women, amigo."
Arthur: "Yeah, a regular dandy and a charmer." We all take a shot in sync.
Arthur: "Where's Bill?"
Javier: "Oh man, I dread to think about it." I turn my head and nudge Arthur's arm towards the man walking in.
Bill: "Hey, hey, hey, watch where you're going." He stumbles up to the man he bumped into grabbing his jacket before throwing a fist dragging them to the table.
Y/n: "Here we go."
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Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 7) 18+
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Summary: Where happiness is, the devil is not far away. And he sends his demons to torment those who have found happiness...
Warning: Trigger Warning! Rape! Read at your own risk! Huge angst alert!
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Javier Escuella X F.Reader - It's never to late to repent (Part 7) 18+
It was very late at night and you were still lying wide awake in your bed. Outside it was storming and raining like crazy. It was always uncomfortable for you when thunderstorms were coming; you just felt uncomfortable. Every time it rumbled, you winced, and you could never understand how some people could see that as relaxation. Javier was such a person who could fall asleep very well during thunderstorms.
Javier had been gone for a week now and of course, you missed him. But on the other hand, you were very proud of him, because he worked really hard to earn his money and to start a new life together you needed every cent. The dress you had made for Mrs. Hantoon had brought you good money and she had been so enthusiastic about your work that she had told her friends all about your skills and you could be sure to get more requests soon.
Since there was no point in tossing and turning in bed to find sleep, you get yourself up out of bed. You turn on the light by lighting an oil lamp, and put on your robe before leaving the bedroom. You felt the need to eat something small. Sometimes hunger came at night and you couldn't do anything to get rid of that feeling; or rather, you didn't want to do anything about it. What was wrong with satisfying your hunger? You still had some oatmeal cookies in the tin and you were looking forward to enjoying them with a cup of tea. You were a bit surprised when you saw a burning oil lamp on the dining table. Have you forgotten about it? This was not typical for you, but on the other hand you were alone in this house.
However, you noticed a strange smell that you could not inhale at all and a strange feeling came over you immediately.
You carefully placed the oil lamp in your hand on the table and carefully observed your surroundings. Something told you to leave this house immediately, but it was already too late.
You stopped, transfixed, when suddenly dark voices spoke to you and the shadows slowly formed into two men. Two strange men you had never seen before. Instantly you recoil and the only thought you have right now is the shotgun hanging on the wall that was within your reach. But you knew you had to be careful because these strangers were also armed and you would have a bullet between your eyes faster than you would reach your shotgun.
"What are you doing in my house?"
"We're just here for Mister Escuella."
"Javier? What business do you have with my man?"
They both laughed. They were the same men who had watched Javier and you from a safe distance some time ago. Cole was waiting outside for his men. Javier was not the priority right now; Angel Eyes wanted you, for he knew that Javier would come to him once you were his prisoner. Still, he wouldn't make it quite so easy for Javier to find you...
"There is someone, including us, who has unfinished business with Javier. To find you here is a great pleasure for us."
"You better go now."
But the men were not intimidated by you, they were more amused at your attempt to force them out of the house.
"We don't take orders from women."
Henry, the big, robust man who looked like a bear, approached you and you could smell strong alcohol on his breath coming out of his mouth. You instantly felt sick.
"Sam, go to Cole. I'll be with you in a minute with this fine woman."
"What, you want her all to yourself?"
"Get the fuck out of here! I will fuck this whore's pretty pussy good! I've got priority! You can have her afterwards!"
"No!" you scream at the men in panic and horror.
"Now go!"
Reluctantly, Sam left, unable to argue his case as he was last in the gang hierarchy and so he had no choice but to listen to Henry and reluctantly left the house.
You didn't care what would happen if you reached for your shotgun now, because you wouldn't let those bastards violate you! But Henry immediately reached for you, lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. He sets you down on the dining table and you instantly fight back as he pushes himself between your legs. He wastes no time in pushing your nightgown over your legs. Immediately you hit him and scratched his face, which made him very angry. Without warning he hit you in the face, pressing your entire body on the wooden table and you scream aloud.
"Don't touch me! NO!"
You were scared and you panicked, because this man would rape you and there was nothing you could do about it.
"Hold still, little bitch!"
Another slap and the pain almost made you go numb.
"No... no..."
As he forcefully penetrated you, you screamed in pain and you couldn't believe what just was happening. This man was brutal and your whole body stiffened. He got what he wanted, yet you tried to escape him, but he kept pulling you back against him.
"You dirty bastard! Stop it!"
You instantly remembered the oil lamp that was placed on the table, just a few centimeters away from you and you tried to reach for it, over and over again, but with each of his brutal thrusts you were pulled towards him again.
"Yes, you like that, don't you?! Does Javier fuck you that well?! Whore!"
You manage to grab the oil lamp and hit him right in the face with it, whereupon your tormentor cries out in pain, because you just burned half his face. The one moment where he lets go of you is enough for you to get your shotgun and you didn't hesitate, but you knew it wasn't loaded. Still, you managed to intimidate him with it. He remained standing on the spot as you threatened him with a look of rage.
"Get out of here, you bastard. Or I'll blow your brain to pieces!"
But everything was about to go wrong for you tonight because, in the next moment, another man entered your home. It was Cole and immediately you aimed at him too, but he wasn't so easily to fool.
"Miss."
He took off his hat at the greeting and you could only shake your head as this behavior was absolutely inappropriate and ridiculous.
"Henry, what did you do to that lady?"
"What?! That fucking whore! Look at my face! I'll kill her!"
"You will do nothing of the sort. Calm down."
Cole was calm, relaxed. He was a man who was cold, who had no compassion for others. He always did a job cleanly and without detours.
"Miss, put the gun down before I'm forced to shoot you."
"GET OUT! YOU BASTARDS! OR I'LL KILL YOU BOTH!"
"We both know your shotgun isn't loaded."
Cole was very sure of himself. He pulled off his fine leather glove as he approached you and you knew you wouldn't get out of this desperate situation...
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"Javier, thank you for your help. You did a fantastic job!"
"Thank you, Mister Hazard."
"George. Just call me George."
The man's sympathetic smile was infectious and made Javier return it. He really couldn't have picked a better boss.
It was just before sunset when the two men took another walk down to the lake.
"Ah, I could use a good beer right about now. How about you, Javier?"
"Yeah, sounds good!"
"Let's head on over to Billy's then."
Javier and George enjoyed the sunset for a moment longer. It was quiet and peaceful around them.
"George?"
Javier gazed out into the lake, also looking at the sky, which was turning the most beautiful shades of red as the sun slowly set. Leaning against the wooden railing, he relaxed.
"Huh?"
"I still wanted to thank you."
George didn't know why or for what, so he looked at him a little confused at first.
"For what, Javier?"
"For clearing my head. But also for taking me in, giving me a chance to start a new life."
But George just smiled and grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it softly.
"Don't mention it, Javier."
Real life was just beginning for Javier and you, and he would do anything so you could have a happy life, too. And who knew if you wouldn't become parents again? The desire was deeply rooted in Javier, but that was a very sensitive subject for both of you...
It was still dark when Javier saddled his horse in the early morning hours and started his journey home. He wanted to be with you as soon as possible. With a smile on his lips, he thought of you and he couldn't wait to hold you in his arms. It occurred to him that he could get you another gift, because he had earned really well for his last job and he wanted to make you happy. Maybe a big bouquet of red roses? And something sweet to go with it? And another beautiful necklace? In Blackwater he would surely find what he was looking for in jewelry! Javier smiled a little, because he simply enjoyed making you happy. He would have some time to think of something nice.
Javier didn't even suspect what terrible thing had happened...
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𝓽 𝓱 𝓻 𝓮 𝓪 𝓭 𝓮 𝓭 𝓮 𝓵 𝓮 𝓰 𝓪 𝓷 𝓬 𝓮
🪡 Before you joined the gang, you used to be a tailor. An event was coming up soon which involved looking fancy, meaning that you had to take his measurements for a new suit.
𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ⋆ female ! reader ⋆ hyper-feminine ! reader ⋆ very suggestive content w/ javier ⋆ close proximity ⋆ reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars ⋆ poorly google translates spanish >.> ⋆ not proof read nor edited ⋆ wrd count/1.2k
🪡 arthur morgan ⋆ charles smith ⋆ john marston ⋆ javier escuella (sep) x f! reader
🪡 𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷,
“stand still!”
You prattle on for the umpteenth time this evening. The loyal enforcer of the gang grunts at the feeling of the cold tape measure wrapped around his bare waist, as he begrudgingly lifts his arms up to avoid messing up the measurements.
“For someone so little,” He groans at the feeling of the flexible measure tightening deliberately around him, “You sure do have a lot of attitude.”
You ignore him, of course. You scribble down the exact number of his measurement down on a piece of paper with a slight hum. The beads of your delicate necklace hang delicately off your neck as you bend over the edge of the table a bit, elbows propping your demure head for support. Arthur couldn’t help but boredly take a peak of what you were writing down, before ultimately sighing as he hopes for this to go a little quicker.
the cigar in his mouth hangs low on his bottom lip, embers flying out from the tip. He takes another slow drag, before letting it out with a gentle sigh- to your direction. You throw the man a puffed-cheek glare, your little nose scrunching up at the smell.
He wouldn’t admit the fact that he felt warm when your fingers would touch his body so subtly when measuring him. Or when your face was so close to his ragged skin, he could really feel your soft breath. Did you always look that pretty when you’re concentrated?
“Hey, Arthur?” That familiar high-pitched voice catches his attention. His hands lazily grab ahold of his low-hung belt, before leaning in.
“Mh?” He lowly grunts, squinting his eyes at the sight of your beady eyes staring up at him. He chews at the end of his cigarette, letting out a huff when the smoke unexpectedly enters inside his body.
You cheekily smile, tinkering your dewy lashes at him to feign innocence. The pencil in your grip is tapped multiple times on the paper, “Wouldn’t pink be a suitable colour choice for your suit?”
“[name].” You’re lucky you were blessed with a cute little face, otherwise he’d have no issue throwing you in the lake nearby.
🪡 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓱,
“..I’m not familiar with getting measured, I apologise if I make anything difficult.” Charles quietly explains to you in that baritone voice he had. You can’t help that sweet fluttering in your chest at the apology.
“Nonsense!” You wave him off with a toothy smile, “All you’ll have to do is stand still.”
The gentle giant in-front of you slowly nods. He’s not uncomfortable, but he’s kind of on the edge since this was new to him. But since it’s you, he can feel some of the tension in him melt. Usually, he tends to avoid interacting with other people at camp.
But you? Something about you made him draw closer.
“Just a matter of standing still? I think I can manage with that. No trouble with me.” A ghost of a smile slowly etches onto his dark skin at your expression. Almost.. puppy like.
You’re about to measure his full height to ensure the exact proportions of the suit are balanced, only to realise..
Your height (lack thereof.. oops.) comes in as a bit of an issue here. For plot purposes, there aren’t any stools around nor could you go on your tippy toes to measure him fully.
“..Ah.” Charles blinks at the situation. Amusement crosses his face, before gesturing to hand over the end of the measuring tape. He holds it just at his head, patiently watching you peak at the number it falls down to at his ankles.
“Oh my..” You let out a tiny squeak at the number, a shy smile appearing on your sweet face before scribbling it down on a piece of paper nearby.
“Oh my?” He repeats you, “What? Is that.. Is that bad?”
“No, no!” You stammer, meekly brushing your hands over your light pink petticoat, “You’re just.. Y’know. You’re tall.”
“Oh?” He smiles lightly, lovingly looking at your light expression, “I hope that won’t be too much of a problem.”
“It’s not a problem. Quite the opposite, actually.” You quietly mumble the last part. Oh dear, you can feel his gaze, practically warming up your soul, staring at you as if you hung the stars. You feel your cheeks heating up.
“Pardon?”
“Nothing!”
🪡 𝓳𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷,
never in your life have you wanted to smack a man in the face so badly.
“Woah,” John grins like a newly wet dog from running through a puddle, “Y’here to take my measurements or to feel me up?”
All you did was just wrap the tape around the swell of his hips. Your cheeks puff out, purposefully tightening the tape to get your point behind.
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind either way.” He cheekily smiles, before scoffing at the feeling of the measuring tape deliberately tightening around him.
You swear you can smell the scent of booze. You ignore it, before straightening your back to measure his waist. What you can’t ignore however, was that raspy drawl his voice had which somehow makes you fall for him over and over again.
He may be as dumb as rocks, but his little antics drew you in.
“Hey,” He calls out to catch your attention. You sweetly tilt your head up, and to the side when he looks down at you.
“You gon’ pick the colours of my suit, or do I get to?” He asks curiously.
You ponder, “Well.. Do you want to?”
He thinks about it for a moment, before coming up with an answer. “Nah. Reckon you should. You’re the professional, after all.”
You can’t help but let out a soft giggle, “I wouldn’t go that far.”
When you’ve finished his measurements, you excitedly turn to him to discuss the colour choices which’ll be appropriate for the event coming up soon. Both of your eyes meet and he peers down at you with a loving gaze, it catches your breath a bit before you force yourself to look down at the notes which contained your notes.
“I think your suit should have a low v cut to really show that upper-body of yours. Perhaps a classic navy blue as your primary colour, and— Hey! Are you even listening to me?”
He blinks a few times, a bit sheepish. “I am, I just don’t got a clue on what you’re saying, sweetheart.”
You can feel your hand tighten.
🪡 𝓳𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪,
“Ah.. Quite close there, aren’t you?” He has this.. devilishly handsome smile you want to wipe off badly. He peers down at you as if you were nothing but a little dollie while you measured his chest.
“‘M not trying to be!” You whine, going just a bit lower to wrap the measuring tape around his waist now. You hum delightfully as you find the exact number, squinting your eyes to see where the tip of the measurement tape lands on.
While you’re busy with your own little thing, you don’t notice the way Javier admires you from above. He can’t help but comment on it too.
“You know,” He starts of with a slow, lazy smile. Mischievous, even.
“You’re looking very pretty working down there.” He puts a lot of emphasis on the word ‘very’ in his sentence. It’s subtle, but if you were to be paying attention to him you’d get it immediately.
You tilt your head up to innocently thank him with a small smile etched on your pretty little face, before realising what his words were implying. That little..
“Javier!” You scold him with a very high-pitched tone. You feel your dignity fading away as soon as he replies with a mocking laugh to your whining.
“You know I’m just playing around, chica. Don’t take it so seriously.” His hand goes down to cheekily pinch your squishy cheek to get his point through. You frown.
“You’re horrible.” You babble, begrudgingly taking his last measurement. You’re very tempted to give him the cold shoulder, but decided against it.
“You’re too kind.” He sarcastically replies, that same lazy grin on his face from the start as when he sees you scribbling down some notes about his measurements and preferences. You throw a tiny glare at him, “I’m the one creating your suit here, be nice!”
“Mhm? I haven’t gotten to express my gratitude yet have I?” He takes the notepad away from you, setting it aside before easily picking you up by the waist and setting you on the table, your legs dangle off the edge easily as he nears you.
“Permiteme que, querida.”
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Reacting to Dutch Wanting a Night with Their Girl
Anonymous requested: Okay, so, I’ve had this in my head for a while. Dutch is a gross old guy who likes pretty young ladies, right? Well, Arthur/John/Javier has this real cute and super affectionate little thing on his arm. What? They’re married/engaged/dating? No, it’s fine. He taught that boy how to read! Giving up his girl for a night isn’t that big of a deal, he’s sure asking them in the middle of camp will go well.
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ALJSFDASKL This is so long omg. Let me know if you wanted something specific or anything- Wasn’t too sure if it was a request but I had to give my input. This is how I thought they would react and lmao this was super fun.
Originally published on January 5, 2021
Arthur, Javier, John x Female Reader
Warnings: Dutch is super gross in this - We don’t stan, we do stan the three who stick up for their girl, Dutch is vulgar - I really did Dutch dirty in this but it was bound to happen eventually.
Words: ~900
Okay, one thing they all share in common is if it were you saying that Dutch said something to you, they would all be hesitant. Like “Nah, he didn’t mean it that way” or “Are you sure he said that?” or “I’ll go talk to him”- Then they end up doubting you as Dutch lies his way out of it (Yes, they would sadly be the dudes that apologizes for their friend’s behavior too)
They are hesitant only because Dutch did offer them a chance as part of the family in the gang- He did give them a decent chance at life and as anon said- Taught them to read and write. They see him as someone they owe a great lot to- so if you suddenly talk bad about him, they will want to defend him, or he will point the blame at you
In other words, their loyalty to Dutch will for sure make them not believe you at first
However- If they witness it that is an entirely different story:
Charles wasn’t asked for, but I will say since he is not that close with Dutch other than respecting him for being treated well in the gang, he will straight-up knock out Dutch the second he hears anything vulgar- Or whether you inform him. You matter more than the gang and he will defend you
Arthur Morgan-
You have been skittish lately. That does not sit well with Arthur since you are only skittish with Dutch around- He thinks it is just because you are shy and nothing else until-
Dutch- Sweet, old, crazy Dutch comes up to the both of you, more so looking at Arthur in an expecting way and asks for a night with you- With others as witnesses nonetheless?
All of you would be stunned-
Dutch has a fucking serious tone- Arthur will be frozen then just stare at him for the longest time
“Dutch- You drunk?”
“What? Son, I would never- I was simply asking a hypothetical ‘what if’ question since you have such a divine being hanging on your arm all the time. You can’t deny the chemistry we have when we look- Hey now, don’t give me that look, Son. You know I would only ask if it would benefit you-“
He would keep saying creepy things along those lines and Arthur just snaps
Either by straight-up punching him in the face- Tackling him- Anything, no one can pry him off of Dutch until he good and satisfied that this once honorable man he looked up to will never gaze upon you again in that creepy face
He loses all respect for Dutch and Dutch’s confidence with how he thought he could get Arthur’s girl for a night
Everyone is wary and on edge, but it is for the better
Molly probably opens up her eyes
John Marston-
Dutch does not even have to say anything- John notices the looks he has been giving you and he does not like it one bit
Dutch would not go to him first- Instead, John would confront him in the middle of the camp and be like “You serious right now Dutch? Eyeing my woman when I am right here, and Molly is over there?”
Dutch will respond: “I ain’t touching- I am just looking.” Or “Can you blame me? Look at her.”
“That is low- Even for you Dutch”
If Dutch even tries to defend himself, be fancy with his words, or place the blame on you- You can bet John will not hold back- The boys will have to pry him off Dutch (after letting John get a few hits in because Dutch ain’t as sly as he thinks he is)
This really is one of the worse things John has seen and he won’t stand with it (depending on how much he cares about you tbh) Like if he sees you as his wife you bet, he is ready to ditch the gang again but with you this time
We’re pretending Abigail and Jack are in a healthy place- Not this universe lamflasd
Javier Escuella-
I really hate to say this guys but the way Javier reacts depends on what chapter you are in- In the gang.
Before Chapter 5+6 he would react on your behalf-
“Dutch- Did you really ask if you can borrow mi amor?”
He is pissed- He is beyond livid, he will try to be calm and collected but that will not last long and he will act on your behalf demanding Dutch respects you
If this happens after 5 and during 6- He will really think about it
He already betrayed Arthur and John, the gang is falling apart, all he has is Dutch and you- So he will really consider it (but I doubt he would let Dutch go through with it)
After Chapter 6 though- He will not hesitate to cut a bitch Dutch
He realized that he really lost the family that had his back, and it is all because of Micah and Dutch so if Dutch has the gall to ask him after everything you all went through- It is on- He will fight for your honor and he will apologize constantly afterward for helping to ruin the family you both loved and shared
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A little peep on a work that is going to be out FULL…..
Mermaid!reader x Javier
Haven’t seen one yet so here we go~
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Chapter 29 – Further Questions of Female Suffrage
Full story here: Not a Doctor, Not an Angel Either
Rating: M
Pairing: John Marston x F!Reader; Javier Escuella x F!Reader
Word count: 39,387
Chapters: 29/41
Warnings: Sexual content, mention of alcohol and cigarettes, blood, violence
In the past few weeks you've spent with Sadie, she had told you repeatedly that you wouldn't truly learn unless you've seen action, and each time she brought it up, you easily dismissed the notion, thinking it might have just been her own version of tough love. You've never given it much thought, really—until now.
You found yourself a couple of miles away from Shady Belle, taking cover behind a boulder, its rough texture pressing against your fingers. The midday sun blazed overhead as Sadie cautiously surveyed the clearing ahead. She informed you casually that there may be about a dozen or more Lemoyne Raiders that had set up a camp there.
You fumbled with your Colt revolver, your hands slightly trembling with apprehension. "I've never shot anyone, Sadie," you muttered as you tried to wrap your head around the reality of the situation. "I've never killed anyone. I don't think I ever can!"
You have desperately tried to explain to her that target practice and taking down the occasional deer were already more than enough, considering before all these, the mere recoil of a gun would send you staggering backward. Now that you could manage to hit a bottle or two out of five in a row, you'd like to believe your lessons were already over, and she had taught you everything you could possibly learn.
Today, however, Sadie had a point to make – as far as she was concerned, lessons weren't over yet.
"Listen, darlin'," Sadie said reassuringly, "I get that this ain't what you signed up for, but sometimes, life deals us a hand we never expected. We ain't lookin' for trouble, but if it comes our way, we need to be ready."
You stole a glance at your Colt, its metal glinting brightly in the sun. You felt your heart pounding relentlessly. The thought of aiming your weapon at another human being sent shivers down your spine, but then you firmly reminded yourself why you were here in the first place.
The only reason why you asked for this crazy woman's help was so you could stop feeling sorry for yourself. You've been so weak and helpless all this time. Perhaps knowing how to fight back could've made all the difference that day your father was killed, or when the Braithwaites took Jack or even the last time you went face to face with your father's murderer.
"You're gonna be just fine. I got your back," she said, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. Her eyes remained fixed on the makeshift tents ahead.
Drawing in a shaky breath, you whispered more to yourself than anyone else, "Alright. Fuck. FUCK. Let's do this."
Sadie's plan was straightforward (at least to her, anyway). Given the odds you faced, your best bet would be to approach the camp quietly. Sadie would take the offensive, eliminating any stragglers on the outskirts, as you provided cover. As you get closer, you were to stay low, keep an eye out for any Raiders, and keep covering fire as she maneuvered.
"You see any one of 'em, you point and shoot," Sadie instructed. There was no room for hesitation. She reminded you – just aim, shoot, and keep her alive.
As the two of you braced yourself for the attack, you heard the bushes behind you rustle, causing your heart to leap into your throat. You swivelled around, Colt at the ready.
"Woah, woah, woah, easy there, partner!" Javier whispered. You've shot him once accidentally, and he had no intention whatsoever of going through that again. Arthur was with him. The pair approached you and Sadie, and now, all four of you were huddled together in a rather humorous display of caution.
Arthur leaned in, whispering just loud enough for the group, "We were out fishing and saw you ladies headin' this way. Armed like that, sure didn't seem like a goddamned Sunday picnic you were planning on." Arthur said.
"So what's the plan?" Javier chimed in enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together.
Sadie shook her head at the audacity but instantly realised that a significant advantage had just presented itself. She leaned in closer to you, "Seems like we've got ourselves an impromptu raiding party, darlin'. The more, the merrier, I s'pose. I don't want you getting killed on your first rodeo, and with these two around, we'll have some extra insurance."
She looked at your faces and decisively directed, "Javier, you're with me. Arthur, you're with [Y/N]."
With that settled, you and Arthur swiftly moved to a huge tree, giving you a vantage point over the Lemoyne Raiders' camp. The heat was stifling, but the intensity of the upcoming confrontation made the air feel even heavier. The tree was a little further from the action, but it provided enough cover for both of you.
Arthur readied his revolvers. Every so often, his gaze flitted to you, but you purposely averted your eyes. You clutched your weapon tighter, your palms slick with sweat.
"What? We still ain't talking?"
Taking a moment, you replied, "Just make sure I don't end up dead, Mr. Morgan, and we can call it even."
A faint smirk played on his lips, but his eyes remained serious. "Don't you worry none, I ain't gonna let that happen," he whispered, his voice steady. You found his seemingly calm demeanour, like he'd been through this dance a million times before, both comforting and slightly disconcerting.
Sadie made the first move, expertly dispatching two unsuspecting Raiders who had ventured dangerously close to her spot (most probably to take a piss). Gunshots broke immediately after, the acrid scent of the gunpowder filling the air. That was your signal. Arthur and Javier followed suit, making every bullet count as they maneuvered through the Raiders' camp.
For you, however, time seemed to stand still as the sounds of the battle overwhelmed you – the pop and crack of firearms and the desperate cries of each Raider they've successfully taken down. 'Move! Damn it, move! Just point and shoot, that's all!' But no matter how much you berated yourself, your feet remained rooted to the ground.
Arthur was already a few paces ahead. He turned around to check if you were right behind him. His eyes widened with concern when he noticed you weren't advancing.
"Move, [Y/N], now!" he urged you in desperation, momentarily letting his guard down.
Then you saw it. As your partner grew increasingly distracted by your inaction, he had failed to notice a Raider creeping up, his weapon raised. He had Arthur dead to rights. Without thinking, instincts taking over, you aimed your Colt and fired – pop! Pop! The bullets hit the Raider just as he was about to pull the trigger on Arthur. The man fell, a surprised expression on his face as he crumpled to the ground.
Arthur looked at you, stunned. "Nice shot!" He called out, a sense of relief and admiration in his voice. "Now get over here!"
The fight continued around you, and there was no time to dwell on the life you had just taken. With each subsequent shot and move you made, you found your rhythm, your reactions sharpening as the minutes passed. Arthur, meanwhile, never strayed too far from your side. He fought fiercely, but every so often, his eyes would search for you amidst the chaos, making sure you were safe.
The hideout was slowly cleared, and as the last Raider fell, a tense silence settled over your surroundings. You looked at your companions. Their faces were smeared with dirt and sweat, a few scratches and bruises here and there, but alive, nonetheless.
Sadie clapped you on the back, "You did good out there."
As you prepared for the journey home, the adrenaline from the fight began to ebb away, and you felt a sharp, persistent pain on the side of your abdomen. You had dismissed it at first, but the pain and discomfort only grew more pronounced.
"Hey, you alright?" Javier asked, noticing the discomfort you were in. Reluctantly, you lifted your shirt, revealing its source. Your face drained of colour as you saw the dark stain on the clothing, the vivid red of fresh blood.
Sadie's eyes widened with alarm, and Arthur was quick to approach. "Dammit." He muttered under his breath.
"It looks like it just grazed you," Sadie observed – she was right. The wound appeared to be superficial, most likely a bullet grazing your side rather than penetrating deeply – a stroke of luck, you thought, realising that should you have stood inches away from your spot earlier, you would've been pretty much dead by now.
Still, you knew that even seemingly minor wounds could turn serious if left untreated. With trembling hands, you pressed a cloth against the wound, applying gentle pressure to slow the bleeding. The pain was sharp.
Javier watched with concern. "You're gonna be alright," he assured you. "It's not too bad. We need to get you home and patch you up."
*
Back at the camp, the four of you made quite the sight. With your arm draped over Javier's shoulders for support, you leaned heavily on him while Sadie took the lead, guiding your unsteady steps toward your tent. Arthur followed close from behind. The commotion drew the attention of several gang members, who watched in curious concern. Dutch and Hosea stood from their seats on the veranda, their eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"It's fine. I can do this." You tried to convince them. But they were having none of it.
Sadie gave you a stern look, her eyes unyielding. "You ain't in any condition to be actin' tough," she stated matter-of-factly.
Javier gently cut you off. "Stop being stubborn." He helped you inside, carefully setting you down on the bedroll. The dim interior was a stark contrast to the dying light outside. His eyes constantly darted from your face to the injury on your side. You began to instruct him, but your voice came out weaker than you had anticipated.
"Javier... get my bag," you whispered, grimacing from the pain.
He quickly did as he was told. As he started cleaning the wound, he looked up, his dark eyes searching yours for assurance. He tried to be gentle, but his uncertainty was evident.
"Easy there," you whispered, wincing slightly when he accidentally pressed a bit too close to the wound.
Javier's eyes widened in alarm. "Lo siento," he whispered apologetically. "I'm trying to be careful, but..."
"It's okay. Just listen, and I'll tell you what to do." Despite the pain, you gave him a small, reassuring smile.
Outside the tent, you could hear the faint murmurs of Sadie and Arthur's conversation, occasionally glancing inside to see how you were doing.
"Ain't' too bad for your first time, huh." Arthur quipped, peeking into the tent and handing you a flask of whiskey. You took a swig, the fiery liquid providing temporarily relief as it dulled the biting sting of your injury. You exhaled deeply, savouring the brief reprieve as Javier diligently tended to your wound.
"What the hell happened?!" John's voice was agitated, jolting you from your moment of respite, as he pushed past Arthur and Sadie to get a look at you. His eyes locked onto the wound, then Javier's hands, covered in your blood. His face contorted in anger and worry, and his eyes met yours for a brief moment. but it felt more like an eternity.
You did tell him last night you’d talk today, but you purposefully went out with Sadie (although at that point, you were oblivious to what she had planned all along) using it as a convenient excuse to avoid him.
"We got her, John," Arthur assured him, indicating that now might not be the best time for too many questions.
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