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A Love To Protect
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Mature Age 18+ Readers ONLY.
Pairing Arthur with a female reader.
There may be errors. I read through these a couple times but I still may miss things.
The fire crackled as it cast a warm glow on your faces even as the chilly wind whispered across the desolate expanse of your wilderness camp. An endless sky teeming with stars wrapped itself around you, while the scent of wood smoke and sagebrush hinted at untamed lands that lay beyond your safe haven.
As the dishes were passed around, Arthur caught your eye and gave you a slow smile that sent your pulse skipping. That ruggedly handsome outlaw cowboy had somehow managed to capture your heart with his strong moral values and unwavering devotion.
As you sat next to him in the midst of your makeshift camp, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of desire and longing for him.
But as you looked into his gorgeous green eyes and lost yourself in his muscular arms, you knew that your love faced a grave threat in the form of Micah. This deceitful and opportunistic individual had harbored feelings of jealousy towards Arthur and you for some time now, wishing to steal you away from the arms of your one true love.
His intentions were nothing but selfish, and yet he continued to manipulate any situation to his advantage.
Despite the tension that hung in the air as we sat around the fire, you couldn't help but feel a pull towards Arthur. The way he smiled at you, the way his eyes sparkled with love and adoration, it all made your heart race with anticipation.
As the night grew darker, you excused yourselves to seek solace in each other's warm embrace.
Arthur took your hand and pulled you aside, gently guiding you behind the cover of a nearby boulder. The wind whispered around you, carrying the scent of your lust as Arthur's strong, muscular arms wrapped around your curvy frame.
Your breath caught in your throat as your lips crashed together in a fiery kiss, igniting a spark of passion.
Arthur's hands roamed free, exploring the curves of your body as if you were a treasure he had long sought.
As the kiss deepened, you could feel his erection bulging through his pants, pressing roughly against your thigh. With a lustful moan, you reached down and palmed his manhood, feeling his thick length pulsate in your grip.
"Fuck, girl," Arthur growled. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."
With a seductive grin, you unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down to his ankles.
Arthur's rock-hard cock sprung free, standing at full attention as you knelt before him. With your hands resting on his hips, you teased the head of his cock with your tongue, savoring the taste of his manhood.
"Oh, fuck, girl," Arthur growled as he tangled his fingers in your hair. "That feels so fucking good."
Your lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deep into your hot, wet mouth.
You began moving your mouth up and down, swirling your tongue around the head and shaft. Arthur's hips thrust forward involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into your throat.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Suck my cock, girl."
You obeyed, wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft and pumping in time with your mouth. With your other hand, you reached down and massaged his heavy balls, feeling them tighten with each thrust of his hips.
"Oh, fuck, that's it, girl," Arthur growled, his breathing quickening as he neared the edge. "I'm gonna fucking come."
You pulled back just enough to let his cock slip from your mouth, giving it one last lick before you stood up. With a taunting grin, you pressed your body against his, feeling the heat of his arousal as it radiated from his trembling form.
"Not yet, cowboy," you whispered seductively in his ear.
"I want to feel you inside me." You murmured the words in a sultry tone, your hands continuing to roam over the muscular planes of Arthur's chest.
Without a word, Arthur pulled his pants up and scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your nearby tent. He laid you down gently on a pile soft animal skins before climbing on top of you, his lips seeking out yours in a passionate kiss.
As you kissed, your tongues exploring each other's mouth, Arthur reached down unfastening your skirt, pulling it off your body with ease.
He groaned when he realized you were naked under your skirt.
He crushed his lips into yours, kissing you with a fiery passion that sent shivers down your spine and made your nipples tighten with anticipation.
His hand wandered down your body, caressing your breasts and unbuttoning your blouse with eager fingers. He pulled the fabric aside, revealing your frilly corset.
"Goddamn, you're beautiful," he muttered between kisses, his awe-filled gaze sweeping over your ample curves.
Eager to get to your full breasts, his nimble fingers quickly unfastened your corset, freeing your breasts and sending your large nipples peaking through the cool night air.
Arthur couldn't help but let out a guttural groan as he began worshipping your body.
His soft lips trailed down your neck, leaving a fiery swath of kisses in their wake.
Slowly, his lips descended, capturing your hard nipple between his teeth.
He bit down just hard enough to elicit a gasp from you as waves of pleasure washed over you.
"Fuck, Arthur," you whispered, your head falling back in bliss.
With a low growl, Arthur trailed his lips down your torso to your navel, teasing it with a flick of his tongue.
Without warning, he spread your legs apart and dove between your thighs. His tongue eagerly explored your wet and waiting sex, lapping at your folds and teasing the swollen bud of your clit.
Each flick of his tongue sent shivers down your spine as you arched off the ground, your fingers digging into the fur beneath you.
Arthur's fingers plunged inside your slick and ready sex, curling upwards to hit the sweet spot that made you moan out loud.
His fingers pumped in and out of you in a steady rhythm, his tongue torturing your clit with every swipe and flick.
You writhed beneath him, unable to control the pleasure that coursed through your veins. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, and you could feel the tension coiling in your lower stomach.
You were so close, and Arthur's talented mouth and fingers knew exactly how to push you over the edge.
"Arthur, I'm going to come," you warned him through gritted teeth, your hands fisting in the fur beneath you.
In response, Arthur's tongue swirled around your clit, picking up speed and intensity. He plunged his fingers deeper inside you, hitting a spot that made your entire body shudder with pleasure.
With a few more deft flicks of his tongue, you shattered apart, crying out in pure ecstasy as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through your body.
As the waves of pleasure began to ebb, Arthur slowly slid his fingers out of you and sat back on his haunches, watching you with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Goddamn, that was hot," he said, his voice husky with arousal.
Your breath came out in ragged gasps as you tried to catch your breath.
"Come here," you whispered.
Your hands found the hem of his shirt, and you pulled it over his head, revealing his toned and muscular chest. You ran your hands over the hard planes of his pecs, marveling at how good it felt to touch him like this.
"You're so fucking sexy," you murmured, your lips finding his once again.
Arthur groaned against your lips, his hands roaming up and down your body. He gently pushed you back onto the pile of furs, settling himself between your legs.
The anticipation was already building up inside you as you felt his hard cock brush against your sensitive clit through his jeans
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you heard yourself mutter, your hands gripping the fur beneath you.
Arthur's grin was feral as he raised himself up on his arms, looking down at your flushed and feverish body. His green eyes sparkled with a mix of lust and affection as he slowly started rubbing his cock against your clit.
The sensation was maddening, and you found yourself bucking your hips, wanting him to push his cock deep inside of you.
But Arthur was taking his time, teasing and tormenting you until you couldn't take it any longer.
"Please, Arthur," you moaned, your voice a husky whisper. "Fuck me already."
In response, Arthur slid down his jeans, freeing his hard cock. It stood at attention, and you couldn't help but lick your lips as you looked at it. He was so big, and you knew it would feel so good to have him inside of you.
The anticipation was driving you mad, and you couldn't help but spread your legs wider in an invitation for him to take what he wanted.
As if he could read your mind, Arthur hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and guided his cock to your slick entrance. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside of you, causing you to let out a loud moan of pleasure.
"Fuck, girl," Arthur groaned low in his throat as he began to move inside of you.
With every thrust, he filled you up completely, his cock hitting the perfect spot deep inside of you. You could feel your pleasure building as he pounded into you again and again, the sensation almost too much to bear.
Your leg still over his shoulder, Arthur leaned down and whispered, "You like that, girl?"
"Oh God, yes," you managed to gasp out, your fingernails digging into his biceps.
He picked up his pace, thrusting wildly as your bodies slapped together.
His hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, his stubble scratching at your skin as he growled, "I want you to come for me, baby. I want to feel you tighten around my cock."
You whimpered at his words, feeling yourself nearing the precipice of an orgasm.
He was completely withdrawing from you now, and thrust himself back inside—deep, so deep.
Your back arched as the pleasure built up and threatened to overwhelm you.
"Yes, baby. I'm going to make you come so hard."
He started picking up his pace, fucking you harder and faster than before.
You felt yourself lose control as the orgasm rocketed through your body.
He continued pounding into you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could get.
Your body convulsed as wave after wave of orgasm hit you, leaving you breathless and gasping for air.
But Arthur didn't stop, he kept on fucking you with an unrelenting force, driving you to the edge again.
"Oh God, yes! Don't stop!" you screamed, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he plowed into you.
The wind howled around the tent, adding a primal and raw feel to the scene. The smell of sex and lust hung heavy in the air as Arthur's balls slapped against your ass.
Arthur let out a guttural growl as he too reached his peak.
His entire body went rigid as he emptied himself inside of you, filling you up with hot spurts of his cum. With one last final thrust, he collapsed on top of you, his massive form crushing you into the pile of furs.
Both of you were panting hard, your bodies glistening with sweat as the light of the lamp flickered across your sweaty skin.
"Fuck, girl," Arthur sighed, his voice still husky with arousal.
"That was fucking amazing."
You smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of sweaty hair from his forehead. "Yes, it was," you agreed, your voice softer than usual. "I love you, Arthur."
Arthur looked down at you with a soft smile on his face. "I love you too, girl," he murmured before leaning down to kiss you softly.
The two of you lay there, tangled together in the pile of furs, for several long moments before Arthur finally rolled off of you and onto his back.
You turned your head to look at him and couldn't help but smile at the sight of his satisfied expression.
Your heart swelled with love for this ruggedly handsome outlaw cowboy who had just given you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.
As you lay there, still entangled in his arms, you couldn't help but think about the contrasts between Arthur and Micah. Whereas Arthur was a man of honor and integrity, always true to his word and fiercely loyal to those he cared about, Micah was an opportunistic and deceitful individual who would stab you in the back as soon as look at you.
Micah's jealousy towards Arthur had been simmering beneath the surface for quite some time now, and he had been looking for a way to drive a wedge between the two of you. He couldn't stand the fact that you were in love with Arthur, and that you seemed to be happy with him.
As you lay there in Arthur's arms, basking in the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry about what Micah might do to try and break you apart.
You knew that his jealousy and desire for you was strong, but you had never let it affect your relationship with Arthur.
And even though you had always brushed off Micah's advances, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of what he might do to ruin your happiness.
As if sensing your thoughts, Arthur tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together from head to toe. You rested your head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart, letting it lull you into a state of calmness.
Despite the tension that lay ahead, you knew that you would face it head-on, with Arthur by your side.
You had no doubt about Arthur's loyalty to you, and you knew that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe from harm.
However, as the night grew darker, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. You knew that Micah's jealousy and deceit could be a dangerous combination, and you couldn't help but wonder what he might do to ruin your happiness.
As if reading your thoughts, Arthur's eyes snapped open, looking at you with a fierce expression in his eyes.
"Don't worry about Micah," he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. "I won't let him come between us."
You sighed in relief, feeling the weight of your worries lift slightly from your shoulders. But even as you snuggled up closer to Arthur, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the mention of Micah's name.
You knew all too well the depths of his deceit and manipulation, and the thought of him coming between the two of you was a constant fear at the back of your mind.
As if sensing your discomfort, Arthur tightened his grip around you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "We don't have to worry about him tonight," he murmured, his voice low and soothing.
"Tonight is just for us."
Arthur's words were like a balm to your worried mind. You knew he was right; Micah couldn't hurt us tonight, not when we were surrounded by the protection of the gang. But still, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen.
As you lay there, encircled in Arthur's strong embrace, you tried to focus on the warmth and comfort of his body instead of the gnawing fear in the pit of your stomach.
Micah's malicious intentions had never been far from your thoughts, and it was getting increasingly harder to ignore the signs of his growing obsession with you.
Arthur, sensing your agitation, gently ran his fingers through your hair and whispered soothing words into your ear. You closed your eyes, inhaling his familiar scent and allowing yourself to be swept away by the moment of tranquility that you had created amidst the chaos. But as much as you wanted to forget about Micah's dangerous fixation, you knew that it was only a matter of time before he made his move.
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Been procrastinating at work and drew some more of my darling Kate <3
We’re gonna pretend I didn’t give up on the eyes….
#arthur morgan#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#ao3#ao3 fanfic#arthur morgan x original female character#rdr2 fanfic#original art#original character#rdo oc#oc x canon#oc art
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Would anyone be interested in reading a Vandermatthews fic, based on the exploits of the two in RDO? I'm working on the first chapter and it's pure fluff. I've been out of the saddle for some time so hopefully it's not too rough. Writing it from Hosea's POV. Mainly fluff as I haven't written smut in ages and kinda suck at it. Later chapters might be a little spicier as I knock off the rust but we'll see. :)
#Red Dead Redemption II#RDO#Hosea Matthews#Dutch van der Linde#Red Dead Online#red dead fanfic#Red Dead Redemption 2#red dead#Vandermatthews#hosea x dutch#rdr2o#red dead redemption II online#red dead redemption 2 online
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My Red Dead Online Character, Lorz. Fanfic coming soon.
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Twin flames, two souls are always meant to be together, Sometimes it takes time sometimes it takes a parallel universe or something.
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getting ready for bed.
✨ — ship: senna x lucian x seren (s/i)
✨ — cw: a very brief mention of weed.
✨ — summary: a polyamorous triad's antics as they get ready for bed. nothing too special.
✨ — from @timothymcgees’ drabblecember prompt list :) i really like this challenge and i plan on doing a few of these. this is way longer than a drabble is supposed to be, but that's... fine. reblogs are appreciated as always!
Seren always draws out her gaming sessions into the late hours of the evening—or all the way into the early hours of the morning if she can manage it. Even when she’s exhausted, demotivated and annoyed, she can’t bring herself to put the controller down.
This only becomes a problem when it’s very late and she has somewhere to be in the morning. She knows she needs to sleep, but five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? She just wants to take this bounty, or grab this last collectible, or buy a new saddle and maybe a new horse too. Then she’ll go to bed, she swears!
But alas, it’s never that simple. Her partners have to pry her away from the screen almost every single night.
Tonight, she predicts them. She’s mindlessly tapping away at her controller, slumped over in that old, dusty beanbag chair of hers when she hears Senna and Lucian begin to move around upstairs. She glances over at her phone, which sits on the floor beside her, to check the time. 11:20 PM. Yeah, okay. She needs to get off her ass and get ready for bed.
Senna, who’s already in her pajamas—a black tank top paired with colorful, fluffy pajama pants that have stars on them—comes down to the living room to collect her phone charger. As she passes Seren, she taps her on the shoulder, “C’mon. It’s time for bed.”
Seren groans in childlike annoyance, yet she’s very quick to stop what she’s doing and close out of the game. She’s exhausted, that much is obvious; she can barely keep her eyes open.
“When do we have to get up tomorrow?” She calls over her shoulder. She knows they have to go grocery shopping in the morning, so she knows the answer is early, but how early, exactly? She wants to gauge how screwed she is.
“Uhhh… like, eight.” She calls back, already on her way back up the staircase.
Okay. That’s not too bad. That’s like, uhm… more than 5 hours of sleep, she thinks.
Seren sighs through her nose. The end of her tail flicks against the ground in overtired agitation as she shuts her PlayStation down for good. It takes her several long moments of silent encouragement to will herself to her feet. She grabs her phone and her blanket—a thin Dollar Store blanket with a fox printed on it—and begins the long trek upstairs.
All the lights are on. The bright, yellowed light strains Seren’s eyes, despite having spent the previous hours staring at an even brighter screen.
Lucian and Senna are going about their nightly routines, darting between the bathroom and the bedroom, washing their faces and changing into clean, comfy clothes. Seren doesn’t have a nightly routine. She simply collapses into bed and passes out for ten, sometimes twelve hours. She wants to do that now, but the only thing that stops her is a hand grasping forearm, yanking her towards the bathroom.
“C’mon.” It’s Lucian’s voice, deep and gravely and commanding. “Brush your teeth.”
Seren grumbles as she’s crammed into their very small upstairs bathroom with the pair of them and practically shoved against the sink. With a defeated sigh, she drops her fox blanket on the floor and snatches her toothbrush- no, wait, that’s Senna’s toothbrush. She grabs her toothbrush and smears a glob of toothpaste on it, holding it under the running facet for a little too long before sticking it in her mouth.
Lucian mirrors Seren, moving much less lazily than her. No one in this house had a history of great self-care, but Lucian and Senna have a history of being motivated to take action long before Seren is, so as they assume better habits, they force her to as well. She’s grateful for this.
“Do we have a shopping list?” Asks Senna, who’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, tucking her curls into a satin bonnet. "I know we need eggs, bread, uh, cereal... but what else?"
Lucian spits out a mouthful of toothpaste before replying. "I wrote a list. Don't worry."
“Don’t we-” Seren tries to speak into her toothbrush, but she stops herself. She, too, spits out a mouthful of toothpaste and wipes off her mouth before starting over. “Don’t we have to meet Akshan for something too?”
“Uhuh. That’s why we’re going so early. He couldn’t meet us later, for whatever reason.” Senna responds, the annoyance in her voice very clear.
It feels like they're always meeting Akshan for something. No one but the person who orchestrated the meeting knows for what. It's usually for something really stupid, too. Once, it was for a giant variety pack of Monster Energy. Around this time last year, it was for marijuana seedlings Senna had offered to pay for. Those really got them through those late winter months. Seren hopes that's what it's for this time.
“Huh,” She shrugs, wearing a sarcastic smile on her face. “Busy man.”
Senna hums. “I doubt it.”
Lucian splashes cold water onto his face, drying himself off with a very old and overused hand towel. He tosses it aside into the overflowing dirty laundry basket afterward.
Someone should do that laundry, Seren thinks. It's not gonna be her, though.
Pulling away from the sink, Seren goes to leave the bathroom. However, she's quickly grabbed up by Lucian, who takes hold of her face this time.
"Wait," he says. "You still have makeup on."
"Uhg..." Seren groans, halfheartedly struggling against his firm-yet-gentle grip on her jaw as he reaches onto a low-sitting shelf, pulling a single makeup wipe out of a dispenser and bringing it up to Seren's face. It feels cold and wet against her skin, making her groan and grumble some more. He wipes off a layer of foundation, concealer, and powder she's had caked to her face since early this morning, as well as faded eyeshadow and black eyeliner. One makeup wipe was hardly enough for the. job, but Lucian made it work.
"There. Don't that feel better?" He says in a half-teasing, almost patronizing way, and Seren glares at him. While doing her best not to get caught in the crossfire, Senna takes the filthy makeup wipe out of his hand and places it in the trash.
"I'm going to bed," She announces pushes her way past the two of them.
"Uh, I am too!” Seren pulls away from Lucian's grip, who lets her go without a fuss since he's done with her anyway. She scoops her blanket up off the floor and practically skips out of the bathroom, towards the bedroom, and into bed. She collapses onto the mattress and worms her way under the covers before Senna even has the chance to get comfy.
Seren hears Senna laugh; a warm, melodic sound that warms her heart and clears her head of worry. "I thought you didn't wanna go to bed," She comments, slinging an arm around the vastaya's body.
Seren snuggles closer to her in response. "I never said that." She speaks into her skin, face nuzzling against her shoulder.
One by one, the lights flick off. First, the bathroom, then the hallway, then the bedroom room, leaving only the dim light of their lamp. It's enough to illuminate Lucian. He slips off his shirt—a big, black t-shirt that's even too big for him, the six-and-a-half-foot giant he is—and crawls into bed with them. He, too, huddles up to Seren's side, effectively sandwiching her between the pair of them.
Seren feels her face grow warm. The feeling of laying between them, their skin touching hers, their hands dancing over her body so lovingly, still proves to be too much for her after all these years.
"I love you guys." She blurts out. She couldn't have stopped the words from leaving her mouth if she wanted to.
She's always worried they find her flirtations incessant, meaningless, annoying or boring, but they smile bashfully and reflect the energy nearly every time.
"We love you too, Seren," Lucian says. He brings his hand up to caress Seren's face; a much gentler touch than the one she'd felt mere minutes before. Callused fingertips dance over her freckled skin, carefully tilting her head towards him. He leans down and kisses her on the bridge of her nose. His fingers lace into her hair as her face—her entire face—rests comfortably in his palm.
Seren feels Senna's arms snake around her waist. She cuddles up to her back, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades before resting her head there.
Seren sighs, long and heavy, her entire body melting into the bed, and into their touches.
Without disturbing the embrace too much, Lucian is able to flick off the lamp with an outstretched arm. He then readjusts himself, wriggling deeper into the nest of blankets, wrapping his big, strong arms around both his partners, but mostly Seren—she feels like the most important person in the whole world right now. She feels like a king or a queen or a god. She cannot imagine a better feeling than this, not even worship.
It doesn't take long for her eyes to drift shut. She falls asleep peacefully in the arms of her lovers.
#i dont think i like this#lotus writes#oh and for extra context seren is playing rdo in the beginning :)#drabblecember#self ship community#selfshipping#f/o community#self ship fanfic#f/o x s/i#self ship prompt#self insert#self insert x canon#fanfiction#✦ * · ˚ — self insert: seren .#* 💚 / death is drawn to life .#* 🖤 / a steadfast heart .#【 🌿 】 ✦ * · ˚ — i live to let you shine │ polyship: lucian + senna .
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Moonshine Shack Incident
Summary: Sometimes when Tessa is working the bar with drunk men they like her a little too much
Warnings: slight physical abuse || Small amounts of blood
“~Et danse le bruit, je cours et j’ai peur.~” Tessa’s voice carries throughout the moonshine shack and many of the men there watch her with longing eyes. She grabs an empty glass and starts cleaning it with the bar rag in her hand. “~Est-ce mon tour? Revient la douleur.~”
Elliott watches her from the other room where he was discussing business with Marcel. His eyes follow her movements when she puts up the clean glass and grabs a new one. As she sings, she refills empty cups in use and takes payment from the attentive and drunk men.
After she finishes the song she motions to the band to start playing and the men start to disperse around the room. Elliott makes his way over to the bar and slips behind it, setting a hand on Tessa’s lower back. “How did we do?” He asks and she smiles, glancing up at him.
“Almost out. Maybe have half a keg left.” She informs.
“Good girl.”
She smiles at the praise and he kisses her temple before leaving her to go and talk to Marcel again.
She finishes cleaning a little after and grabs her hat from the counter behind her. As she steps around the counter she sets her hat on her head and pushes her hair back over her shoulder. Nearing the doorway to the bar someone grabs her upper arm and shoves her into the wall. She trips over a sleeping drunk and her head and shoulders slam into the wall painfully.
The man grabs her chin roughly and forces her to look up at him. He’s clearly drunk, his eyes bloodshot and his gaze cloudy. “Why don’t you sing a song just for me?” He slurs, leaning in closer to her face.
Her hand reaches for the knife on her gun belt and he grabs her wrist in a painfully tight grip. “You want to hurt me?” He growls and his free hand pulls back. The sound of skin smacking skin fills the air and a few of the patrons look over to see what’s happening.
Tessa’s head is jerked to the side, a red handprint on her cheek and a small gash from his ring slowly bleeds down to her neck. Her eyes are wide in shock and before she can turn to look back at the man, he’s pulled off of her and taking a punch to the face from Elliott. The man stumbles back holding his nose and Elliott grabs his collar, dragging him towards the door. He shoves the drunk roughly through the door, making sure he trips and falls.
“Don’t touch my woman.” His voice is low and threatening. “Marcel, throw this piece of shit out of my shack.”
Marcel acknowledges his order and pulls the man to his feet, making sure to have him trip and run into everything on the way up the stairs. Elliott steps back into the bar and pulls Tessa into his arms, keeping her against his chest. “Everyone go home. We’re closed for the night.”
Everyone downs the last of their drinks and makes their way out the door. The band nods to him on the way and heads up to Maggie to be payed. Once the last person files through the door, Elliott tilts Tessa’s head up gently and looks down at her intently.
“You alright?”
She nods and averts her eyes. “I’m fine.”
His thumb brushes over the red mark and he turns her head gently to look at the gash. “It’s nothing too bad. Let’s go get you cleaned up and in bed.”
“I’m okay, Love. I can do it. You finish business.” She pats his chest and pulls away a little.
“Hey,” he cups her face in his hands and kisses her forehead. “I’m finished with Marcel. You’re my business now. Come on.”
He lets go of her and rests a hand on the small of her back, scooping her hat off of the floor and guiding her to the bedroom upstairs.
Marcel comes back in as they make it up the stairs and assures him the man won’t be coming back anytime soon, and definitely not be able to touch her again. Tessa is led into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Elliott sets hers and his hat on the hatrack in the corner.
“You did good tonight.” He praises, pouring water from the pitcher into the basin and soaking a rag in it. “Where’s your medical bag?”
“By the chair.” She motions to the wooden chair by the door and he grabs it, riffling around in it until he finds what he’s looking for. He sprays carbolic acid on the cut with the Antiseptic spray. She winces at the sting and closes her eyes as it settles. “Thank you.” She says quietly and he smiles.
“Only I get to hit you.”
She smiles a little and watches him put the spray away.
“Now come on. Let’s get some rest. We have to deliver more moonshine tomorrow.”
They both undress and climb into the small bed. Her head rests on his chest and he keeps an arm wrapped around her waist. “Goodnight, Tess.” He whispers, kissing her forehead.
“Goodnight, Elliott.”
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hello-hello, I have come to shamelessly speak of my favourite modded follower... disclaimer for potentially bad taste 😅
I'm not sure why but I have quite a liking for followers built off of the vanilla system (i.e. no custom voice, complex ai and so on). maybe it's because I can flesh them out further the way I wish, similar to actual vanilla npc's. doubly-so since the majority of them don't have much of a backstory in their nexus pages...
anyway, about the specific guy I'm obsessed with... his name is Talerion, and he is a Thalmor. but wait! before you judge me, he is quite interesting! to my knowledge he's the only vanilla-style modded follower who uses the Altmer voice (so pretty...), with follower functionality thanks to RDO. also, he has a rather unconventional fighting style for an Altmer, forgoing magic in favour of dual wielding daggers (daedric ones, to boot! personally I tweak it so it's something less OP)
I am positively obsessed with him and he is practically my oc at this point with all of the backstory/lore I have made up for him. he will a quite important character in my planned fanfic, as an ally (and maybe more) of one of the main characters. also, I've drawn him quite a bit (examples here and here) and plan to make a replacer that makes his in-game look closer to how I draw him. (I probably cannot post it publicly tho bc of permission issues, mod author has not been active in a long time)
100% understand if he ain't your cup of tea but I consider him my-not-mine specialest little guy <3
Oh cool! I had heard of him, but I didn't realize he used a vanilla voice. I love your art! his ears poking out his hood 😭
I love when you can build on characters like that though, making your own stories about your special little guys is a cornerstone of the Elder Scrolls!!
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bonnie macfarlane was such a joyful surprise wtf!!!!!!!!! i dont ever see anyone using her in their fanfics, let alone make them an asset to the story!!!!! ive been keeping up with the updates and i’m so excited for more!!!!
Thank you! I love Bonnie so much and was so glad to see her in rdo. Had to put her in there when the idea of the ranch worked its way into the story. Last part soon to come! 🧡
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Info for fanfic part 1/???
Hi y’all this is my first time entering the fanfic/HC world of tumblr- and in general! No one is probably gonna see this but I literally made this blog for this purpose bc I am so Down Bad for Arthur and RDO has been my addiction for the past few months so lkke. Enjoy!
- my characters chosen!name is Eris LeClerk, her birth name is Diana Wattington
- she’s based on my protagonist from RDO
- Eris is autistic coded and my self insert
- fic I’m writing is Eris X Arthur
- Jessica LeClerk basically adopted her prior to events of RDO (events of RDO—> name change to Eris)
-“Diana” was a resident of Blackwater for 10 years prior to 1897
- she learned her gunslinging/hunting skills there heehoo
- insert Trader, Bounty Hunter, Moonshiner, Collector role here (all besides Naturalist bc no way)
- she was all those things BEFORE events of RDO (and partners with Cripps and Maggie as well) but on a lesser scale
-economy more akin to RDR2 story mode
-lost her eye while in Sisika Penitentiary, switches between glass eye (formal events) and eyepatch
- name change was due to ppl recognizing her name in Sisika (plus some extra fun backstory things
- favorite weapon is the Lancaster repeater and improved bow (imagine horned variant bc god it’s gorgeous) and the volcanic pistol/sawed off shotgun/Schofield revolver
- very good at crafting and generally things with her hands. Uses this skill for both artistic and utilitarian things (she makes a lot of explosive ammo because it’s a mindless activity and is very very useful for her. Plus she’s not as good at headshots so this gives her a leg up in combat)
-also good at finding ways to make her arrows poisonous or paralytic - which she learned to do as a bounty Hunter
- genuinely enjoys learning how to use/make other weapons, and owns a wide array of them. She may not actually use them all very often, but she likes having them!
BONUS: Arthur never really knows what to get her and he’s not good with gifts in general, but once he figures out that she likes weapons and practicing with them it’s like a New Favorite Couples Activity
- she has an old black lab named Vesta :) (this becomes more important later)
- she has 3! Main Horses and mainly uses a saddle like the RDO McKinney saddle
- a blue Missouri foxtrotter (M, named Hermes) and a Breton (F, named Althea) as her two main horses that she switches between
- a black Am Standardbred named Nyx which she steals from the Braithwaites in part 3
- Mrs LeClerk owns a white Arabian gifted to her from Dutch Van der Linde that Eris rides occasionally
- Eris and Cripps use a light grey Shire horse for pulling their wagons. Eventually, this Shire is paired with Arthur’s black Shire (the one from Hosea) to pull Cripps’ wagon
- whenever Eris uses a wagon, Althea pulls it
- Eris owns bolas, but they are mostly for show after joining the gang (see also the weapons she uses partially as decor)
- her favorite piece of clothing is the woodcote poncho due to its ease putting it on
- she has a pair of black mountfleet gloves from Mrs LeClerk.
- other gifts from LeClerk include the RDO weapon variants (collector repeater and pistol, bounty Hunter revolvers, Trader shotgun, moonshiner sawed-off, Naturalist varmint rifle) because of Eris’ love for customizing weapons and making them her own
- Eris’ animal embodiment is a bear
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Envision who ever you would like for this one. I'm envisioning my Adam 🫦
His gaze alone is enough to ignite a fire deep within you, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. You feel yourself melting under his gaze, succumbing to his wild, seductive call.
"I've missed you so damn much," he rasped, his voice raw with need and longing. "You have no idea how hard it's been, being away from you."
His hands, large and calloused, roamed over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
#red dead redemption 2#red dead online#rdo ocs#rdo photography#rdo2#rdo character#rdo oc#rdo screenshots#rdonline#rdo#fanfic#writing
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✦☆ Read Me Info ☆✦
🤠🏳🌈 Howdy! I go by Bonnie or Benji (he/they pronouns.) My main account is @red-dead-simp 🏳🌈🤠
I don't draw often anymore because of physical and mental health, and I've sort of lost the ability to do so to be honest. But when I do, and when it's not NSFW, I'll try to remember to post it here :) This blog is SFW, but content may have adult themes. Young'ns, heed that warning.
This is a safe space for anyone 2SLGBTQ+, autistic, disabled, and/or BIPOC. I won't tolerate anything otherwise.
Read below the cut for additional information and TWs for themes that may come up!
All NSFW art goes on my Twitter, which is explicitly 🔞18+ and all under 18s will be blocked. It's nothing personal, I just post and retweet NSFW content freely, and it's no place for minors.
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Trigger/Content Warnings:
-- Please note that these are never written or portrayed in a way that glorifies these topics or actions, and most of this applies to character background stories or written works--
Fictional drug use and alcoholism
Fictional violence
Allusions to and mentions of abuse and domestic violence (physical, emotional, and psychological)
Use of era-specific homophobic slurs (in fanfics I may link)
Characters acting ableist or making ableist jokes at the expense of disabled/autistic characters (in fanfics I may link)
There may be mildly suggestive art, specifically of my OC Shoe lol Think shirtless pics. I'll tag these as such.
Fandom List:
Rather, fandoms that are relevant to what I'll probably post here.
Bully (2006)
Red Dead Redemption
World of Warcraft
Bully OCs:
Hyperlinks direct you to the Bully Fanon Wiki page for each OC :) Please note the above T/CWs.
Randy Douglas
Bentley You
Hannah Cox
Mitzi Patricelli
Duke Symell
Red Dead OCs:
You can find these guys and more on my Instagram! Hyperlinks direct you to relevant posts.
Gwenieve O'Gwilly
Eleanor (she actually belongs to my bestie, but I use her a lot, especially with Gwen)
Clover Haywood (she actually belongs to my sister but I use her from time to time lol)
Scarlett O'Shea
Shoe Percutio
Benny
Other OCs:
No link to these guys, but I'll tag them with their names (mostly for ease of access for myself XD)
Shoe (not in the Cowboy AU of RDO)
Zerus (a WoW OC)
Morty
Guy
Big C.
Lucas
Skadi (she belongs to my sister, but I draw her from time to time)
#blog intro#intro post#pinned post#cw list#tw list#oc list#fandom list#cw drug mention#cw alchohol mention#cw abuse mention#cw ableism mention#bully 2006#rockstar bully#canis canem edit#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption#wolrd of warcraft#i like tumblr because i can actually tag shit#i think that's all i have to say for now#i'll edit this as needed#please be kind#and respectful#im doing my best
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Yeehawgust - Day Ten - Neon Moon
There is no shortage of fascinating and wild discoveries that Vandermatthews comes upon on their explorations through the Red Dead Online world. A neon glowing moon would not be outside their realm.
(I have a fic based on their misadventures, I'm working on the third chapter (involving a wacky bounty mission) can be found @ <a href="The Merry Misadventures of Hosea and The Mustached Idiot - Chapter 1 - RoamingTigress - Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own])
#yeehawgust#yeehawgust prompt#yeehawgust 2023#Neon Moon#rdr2#rdr2 fanfic#red dead redemption II#dutch van der linde#hosea x dutch#hosea matthews#red dead redemption 2#vandermatthews#red dead online#rdo#red dead redemption II online#dutch x hosea
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Sketches in the Rain
April 2022 Camp NaNoWriMo Day 1
OC x Arthur Morgan || SFW || 889 words
AO3
Rose and Arthur wait out the storm in the woods, and Arthur keeps himself occupied with the scenery.
“We can wait it out in here,” Arthur said, leading his horse into the nearby woods.
Rose followed behind, her own horse following Arthur’s as it navigated over the brush and roots. They expected rain, the gray clouds had littered the sky since the morning, but the sudden deluge made it near-impossible to see just a few feet in front of them.
Once a safe distance from the road, Arthur hitched his horse to a tree and Rose did the same, each sliding off their rides. Even under the canopy of branches and leaves, the rain snuck through every gap. Each drip into Rose’s soaked hair sent a shiver through her body.
“I hope this shit don’t last,” Rose muttered as she wrung out the water from her braid. She looked up at Arthur approaching her, his boots squelching in the mud. “What?” she asked, her tone sharper than intended.
He let out a soft huff through his nose before grabbing his hat off his head and placing it on hers.
Warmth filled her cheeks as she reached up to touch it.
“Can’t get a fire goin’, but…” He shrugged. “Might warm you up a bit.”
Rose blinked at him. “Thanks,” she said.
With a curt nod and something akin to a smile, he turned away from her and toward the direction of the road. It was odd seeing him without his gambler hat; he barely took it off even when in camp, but she was grateful for it, and a touch… well, ‘giddy’ wasn’t quite the right word, but she felt something silly like that.
Arthur had taken a few steps out, standing with his hands on his hips watching the rain as though he could stop it through sheer will. Arthur was something, but Rose had little faith in his abilities to control the weather. She opted to sit on a rock that happened to be lying beside a tree; not much else to do besides sit and wait. And wait. And wait some more.
Her companion rotated between pacing, petting the horses, trying his luck with giving the rain the stink-eye, and sighing in impatience. Rose didn’t offer much in the way of small talk; neither of them did. She didn’t care for it, and she figured Arthur didn’t either. Content with just listening to the rain and the sound of Arthur’s boots in the mud, Rose leaned back and let her chin fall against her sternum. The brim of Arthur’s hat obscured her view, so she simply closed her eyes and let the scent of wet dirt and rain and its soft serenade lull her to sleep.
She heard a light scraping sound, but it was the lack of the sound of Arthur’s restlessness that woke her. She had no idea how long she’d slept. Panic gripped her moment until she looked up. Arthur was sat across from her, leaning against his own tree with his head buried in his notebook, his hand furiously scribbling away.
He stopped, and she quickly dropped her head back down, appearing to still be asleep; she’d seen him write in that notebook often, though never saw what exactly he filled it with. Arthur would always stop to mark a particularly interesting spot or odd formation or building; Rose hadn’t any idea what was so interesting about the woods, but it didn’t hurt to give him the silence and privacy to finish up whatever he was writing.
It was almost amusing, listening to the dragging of his pen stop for a few moments before frantically beginning again, only to stop some minutes later. The pattern continued for a while, and Rose was close to falling back to sleep until she heard his pen stop entirely. She waited a bit, expecting him to continue again, but he didn’t.
Lifting her head, she saw him staring intently at the page. As if feeling her eyes on him, he glanced up and quickly closed his notebook.
“You find something worth writin’ about?” Rose asked.
A faint blush covered his rough cheeks and disappeared into his stubble. “Just passin’ time,” he grunted as he pushed himself up to his feet.
“Rain’s stopped,” Rose remarked. “Could’a woke me up.”
“Figured you needed a rest if you managed to pass out on a rock,” he replied. “But since you’re up…” He held his hand out to her.
She took it, his hand strong and calloused against hers. He pulled her up effortlessly and she offered a short nod of thanks. They untied their horses and headed back toward the road. The ground was still soaked, and the air still smelled of a fresh storm, but the sun was bright, catching on the moisture in the sky and creating a rainbow in front of them.
“So,” Rose began, looking over at Arthur, “what was it that you were writin’?”
“Nothin’,” he said. “Was drawin’.”
She rolled her eyes. “Then what were you drawin’?”
“The scenery.” He smirked.
“Trees. You drew trees.” Rose shook her head. “Gettin’ more’n two words outta you sometimes is like pullin’ teeth.”
“That hat fits you real good,” he said. “There you go.” He counted on his fingers. “Six words right there.”
Her eyes rolled again as her face warmed. “Right. Thanks.”
He chuckled, and they continued on down the road toward camp.
#red dead redemption#rdr2#rdo#arthur morgan#red dead redemption 2#red dead online#rdr#rdr2 fanfic#rdo fanfic#rose clarke#fic: radrabble#he drew a picture of her sleeping for those that are curious :3#I know I'm a day late on Day 1 of camp nanowrimo BUT I had some technical issues yesterday and couldn't use my computer#camp nano april 2022#alxxiis actually wrote something
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sounds backwards maybe but i think allowing myself to get fixated on media and hobbies properly and not fight it has been good for my mental health
#idk guys dont let cringe win just enjoy urself and go all in for maximum fun and enjoyment#like fully invest#cos the nature of fixations is there’ll be smth new in a while or maybe a week so u might as well milk that cow dry#i started rewatching spn in the background while working on ceramics and its actually so fun to watch a silly show like that with cheesy#dialogue and just enjoy it for what it is and accept even tho its a bit shit its fun to watch#like i may not be 16 and Obsessed anymore but i am 21 and can enjoy it differently#and like buying games i always wanted to play but always put off spending money on#finally getting ps+ to play rdo too#bought re0-5 after playing a demo for revelations2#im back on my doctor who shit too i love 13 🥺#idk im the kinda person to put off doing things i want and buying things i want until i dont even care anymore bc i cant justify spending#money#or not let myself enjoy something fully bc i dont want to become fixated like thats even a bad thing#but after years i got myself a pocket knife so i can feel cool when opening letters#lol just feeling content w things right now#read a bit of fanfic yk write a bit#this one goes out to the thasmin writers blows kiss#💋💋💋#if anyone reads this ill be surprised and also will propose on the spot#txt#fandom posting#my post
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Inexplicably Inevitable (RDO Fanfic, Part 1 of 2, 18+)
Summary: Min and Everett have finally solidified their relationship, only to have a ghost from their past come up and rattle everything they thought they knew.
Author’s Notes: I really, really, didn’t want to just leave Mateo like that. So I gave him a happy ending too. I mean, honestly, this fic is just an excuse to write some MxM and MxMxF smut.
Tags: OC x3, MM, MFM, FM, bisexual, feels, angst, smut, double vaginal penetration, HEA
AO3 Link is here.
Word Count: 5953
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1894, Somewhere in Central California
“Run! Don’t look back—”
Blood exploded from Mateo’s back as he fell to the ground.
The world stopped. Min couldn’t even breathe as she waited for him to get up and call her name, but his body lay unmoving in the crimson-stained grass.
A bullet grazed her arm and another grazed her side, the burning sensation pulling her out of her shock. For now, she needed to survive. She wouldn’t be able to save anyone if she was dead.
So she ran.
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The Diablos Locos gang had been terrorizing small towns up and down the small valley near Owens Lake. Enough chaos had been caused that Everett had been sent here to investigate. He had built up a reputation in the past seven years as a man who could get a job done, albeit often with a lot of messy consequences. But he didn’t care what others thought. He saved lives, and if a few criminals ended up dead while he was doing it, then so be it.
So when he was sent on a mission, he knew that the upper brass didn’t care about how it was done, as long as the menace was stopped. They gave him the usual lecture: to take as many men alive as possible and to let the court handle their lives. All he had to do was deliver them.
He knew better than to take on the gang himself; after all, he was only one man, and they were many more than one.
However, he had heard from the sheriff of Keeler that the gang had been seen going south, away from the area. Everett decided to go and find their hideout; perhaps they truly had moved on, but his gut feeling said that it was unlikely.
He trekked through the forests while riding Cobalt, his trusted horse. Finding their trail, he worked backwards to their hideout, nestled in a particularly thick copse of trees. As he approached, the smell of death and gunsmoke invaded his nose. Wrapping his bandana around his face, he looked around and was a little surprised to find dead bodies littering the area.
After making sure that there was no one left alive inside of the abandoned campground, he walked around the perimeter, spiraling outwards as he checked each body for any sign of life. So far all of them were dead.
He came across the last one. Unlucky fellow had been shot in the back. Probably accidentally by one of his own men, it seemed. He squatted down and looked at the revolver that the man had been holding. It was a navy revolver, blued steel and in great condition. He reached down to take the gun from the man’s hand.
The grip on the gun tightened.
Everett tore the gun out of his grasp and pointed it at the man's head. “You’re alive?”
“Barely,” the man rasped.
Everett sighed. Sticking the revolver in his belt, he toed the man onto his side, eliciting a pained groan.
“Who are you?”
“Are you one of the Diablos?” the man asked in reply, wheezing as he spoke.
While Everett didn’t generally like being asked a question in response to one of his, the man’s tone struck him differently; this was no gang member. He decided to answer truthfully. “No, I’m a ranger.”
The man strained to look at him as if he was trying to focus. “Did you find a woman here?”
Everett blinked. “No, I didn’t.”
“Good. She got away,” the man muttered before he slumped over, his eyes closed.
Surprised, Everett checked his pulse to see if he was still breathing. While it was shallow and weak, the man was still alive.
“I don’t know why the hell I’m doing this,” he muttered as he rolled the man back onto his stomach and examined his wound. It was as if the bullet had ricocheted off a rock and angled upwards, grazing across his back and shoulder. He’d lost a lot of blood and his back would be scarred, but the wound itself wasn’t deep and the bullet had never penetrated muscle.
He sighed and hauled the man over his shoulder and whistled for his horse.
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Mateo woke up feeling two things: confused as to why he was on the back of a horse, and relieved that he, despite his massive mistake of turning his back on the enemy, was still alive.
He only groaned as his attempt at movement was met with a flowering of pain in all parts of his body.
"You should've stayed asleep," a voice said beside him. The tone was sympathetic yet teasing, and he recognized it as belonging to the man who claimed he was a ranger. Mateo wanted to ask more questions, but his throat was drier than the Mojave Desert. He only coughed and wheezed.
"You can talk once we get to the river. I need to wash out your wounds before we head north to Lone Pine. They got a doctor there."
Mateo was touched that a stranger would go so far to help him. Most people would have left him to die.
They reached the river after another hour of traveling, Mateo drifting in and out of consciousness. The man helped him down from the horse and half-carried him to the river.
“You’re going to have to take off the shirt. It’s going to hurt,” the man said, already setting him down on a rock near the water’s edge.
Mateo quietly unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off, grimacing with pain as the cloth tore at his skin where the blood had dried.
The man had refilled his canteen full of water. “Give me your bandana.”
Mateo wordlessly untied the bandana around his neck and handed it to him. He watched as the man soaked it with water and settled himself behind him. The initial slap of cold water on his skin was shocking, but then as the man began to wash the blood from his back, Mateo was even more shocked by how gently he washed him.
“So, what's your name?"
Mateo nearly told him, but not knowing the current situation, he opted for a half-truth. “Leon,” he answered, using his middle name.
“You got a last name?”
“Ortega.” It was the last name of his mother. Until he got to know this man better, he’d go by this name. He technically wasn’t lying; his full name was Matthew Leon Delgado y Ortega.
“Sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances. I'm Everett Osborn.”
“Well, thank you for helping me, Mr. Osborn.”
“Just call me Everett. Otherwise it sounds like you’re talkin’ to my pa.”
Mateo let out a short bark of laughter, and then winced in pain.
“Take it easy there,” Everett said softly. “I’m almost done, then we can get you to the doc.”
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Mateo woke to an unfamiliar room, laying on his side. Groggy as hell, he blinked away the sleep and pushed himself up from the hard cot. His back and shoulders protested, but he forced himself to sit up. Scratching his short beard, he noticed that he was bandaged, his shirt hanging on the chair next to the bed. He vaguely remembered being taken to the doctor and getting stitched up while in a painful delirium. Then his memory became even murkier, only remembering being taken through the woods in the dim light of sunset. This place must be where they had ended up.
The door creaked open. Everett entered the room with an empty basin and clean bandages.
"Thank you," Mateo said gratefully. He honestly had not expected the man to stick around after stopping by the doctor's.
Everett shrugged as put the basin down on the ground before he sat down in the chair, scooting it as close to the bed as possible. "Don't thank me yet. I need to change your bandages."
Mateo quietly allowed him to remove the bloodied strips of linen, wincing when they pulled away from his damaged skin. Despite the man's rough appearance, his hands were warm, brushing across his chest and back with the gentle familiarity of a lover.
"You said you're a ranger," Mateo said after a while.
Everett nodded. "I did."
Mateo turned his eyes onto him and really looked at him. He had bright cornflower blue eyes beneath a stern brow, focused on his work. His lips were curved down in a concentrated frown as he steadily removed all of his bandages. His brown hair was parted on one side and looked feathery light to the touch. He had a strong jaw and a slightly crooked nose, as if he'd been punched in the face one too many times.
Not finding anything else to say, he just watched the man as he picked up the basin and stood up. The man was tall, broad shouldered, and definitely looked tired.
"I'll come back with a poultice for your wounds. Your back is goin' to scar somethin' fierce."
Mateo shifted and immediately winced.
“Don’t move, you’ll tear open everything,” the man said as he left, leaving the door slightly ajar. Mateo could hear water sloshing and the soft crackle of a campfire outside.
After a little while, he heard the steady pounding of a mortar and pestle, the scent of mashed herbs wafting inside.
Unable to do anything else, he surveyed the room. It couldn’t even be considered a cabin; it was more of a shelter, just a place to rest before heading onwards. Other than the bed and the chair, there was only one small table that appeared to double as a nightstand, right next to the bed. There was a small pile of firewood stacked up in the corner, and next to that, a saddle with some saddlebags.
Mateo’s gun and satchel lay on top of the saddle, well out of reach.
As he considered getting up and risking additional injury to get his things, he heard the man shuffle around outside and reconsidered.
The door opened. “Get on your belly,” Everett ordered curtly.
Normally a direct order would irk Mateo, but something in the man’s tone made him obey. He was helping him, after all. The least he could do was follow instructions.
Expecting the usual sting of antiseptics, he was surprised to feel a cooling feeling on his skin, making the sting more manageable. Under the man’s skilled hands, he relaxed.
“So what were you doing out there?” Everett asked after a while.
Mateo wasn’t expecting the question. He paused for a few moments, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him a partial truth. “I was hoping to get at least one of the gang members for a bounty, make a quick buck. Didn’t realize I’d run into their whole gang up there.”
His answer was met by a soft hum, tinged with suspicion. “And you brought a woman with you?”
“She’s as good a fighter as any man,” he replied.
Everett snorted. “Sure.”
Mateo turned his head to glare at him, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. “She could outshoot most men. She’ll be better than me one day.”
The ranger nodded and gently pressed the poultice on a new spot on his back. "Alright, I believe you." After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "She’s your lover," he stated.
"Yes," Mateo answered without hesitation.
Everett continued to press the poultice against his wounds. "Must be nice," he said wistfully.
Mateo glanced at the man, who seemed to be lost in his own head for the time being. He left him alone while he stewed in his own thoughts. He couldn't go after Min until he was healthy enough to travel.
A small voice in his head wondered if she was even still alive, but he quickly shut down that thought. She was a fighter. A whole posse couldn't take her down.
At least, that was what he hoped.
***
The posse had been chasing her south for days. She had managed to hide well enough for now, but she needed to truly rest. She was slow to heal because she kept running, kept moving, and tore open her wounds over and over again.
***
Everett regarded the man lying in his cot with a mix of admiration and suspicion. He got the feeling the man was mostly telling the truth; he most likely was some kind of bounty hunter. The two things he found odd were that he had a woman with him, and that he paused before telling him his name.
The name was likely fake.
But in the end, that didn't matter. He had clearly been the one to take out most of the dead bodies at the hideout. After seeing his location compared to where the dead bodies had fallen, it was apparent that he was defending a position. The only reason he could have been shot in the back is if he had turned around.
And Everett had the feeling this woman was the reason.
Women shouldn’t be in places where they’re getting shot at, he thought. A woman should definitely know how to protect herself, but for goodness sake, keep them in a safe place.
He looked down at Leon, sleeping soundly on his side, bandages all clean. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed the dark brown waves from his face.
The sleeping man was almost too pretty, with his thick eyelashes and full lips. If not for the short beard, Everett would have been confused.
Hell, he was confused now, for he wanted to lean in and brush his lips against the curve of his.
He shook his head at the notion. He wasn’t against the idea; he had just never thought of the idea in the first place. So far, all of his pleasurable dalliances had been with women.
Everett turned away and got himself settled, unfurling his bedroll beside the bed and laying down, setting aside his errant thoughts. Or at least he tried, but the last thing on his mind was the lonely look in Leon’s eyes and the soft smile on those kissable lips.
***
A week passed, and every day had been the same. In the morning, Everett had woken him up and changed his bandages, and then taken off to patrol the nearby area with a promise that he’d be back before sunset and an order to stay until he was healed. Mateo was starting to feel like an injured pet, being fed and taken care of while having nothing expected of him other than to obey the command to stay.
For the first couple of days, even getting up and shuffling around the small cabin was enough to make him break out into a sweat and breathe heavily. He had dragged himself back to the bed and slept for most of the day after that. But each day, he grew stronger, with Everett’s stew helping him regain his strength. The man was surprisingly good with herbs and hunting. Not that he couldn’t do the same, but he just didn’t have the energy to lift a knife, let alone track and hunt down a rabbit.
Every day when Everett returned, they talked. They traded tales of shootouts, the craziest criminals they had ever come across, and the interesting people they had met over the years. And every night, Everett would help him back into the bed and tell him good night before settling down on the bed roll on the ground, like some kind of loyal guard dog.
By day six, Mateo was mostly up and about, helping to clean around the place. He would dress any dead game that Everett would give him before he left to do ranger things. Mateo never asked what he did, and Everett didn’t talk too much about it. Instead, they just argued about how well Mateo was doing, or in Everett’s eyes, how well he wasn’t doing.
“I can see your left shoulder is still stiff,” the ranger groused after coming back from his patrol on the seventh day.
Mateo paused for a moment, feeling the strain in his shoulder before promptly ignoring it. “I’m fine,” he mumbled as he continued to stir the stew in the cracked dutch oven that hung precariously over the campfire. The three jury-rigged branches holding the old pot shifted slightly as he stirred.
Without looking up from the pot, Mateo could hear the man sigh as he set down his haversack and walked over to him. Quietly, Everett sat beside him and gently took the spoon from his hand, his fingers brushing over his hand ever so lightly along the way.
Mateo finally turned to him, wanting to put up a fight, but one stern look from the blue-eyed ranger quelled his urge to protest. Like a sullen child, he leaned back and sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder, refusing to move aside out of spite.
That, and he didn’t want to admit that the comforting warmth of sitting next to Everett was what he needed at the moment, especially with his deep-seated anxiety starting to take hold of him.
I need to find Min. She’s out there, all alone…
Mateo let out a pained groan. I don’t know where she is. I know she’s alive. She has to be. I can’t…
His mind blanked and he buried his face into his hands.
“Leon?”
He could hear Everett distantly calling for him, but his heart kept racing as an uncontrollable terror overwhelmed him. Everyone you love dies on your watch. You can’t protect anyone.
“Leon!”
Everett’s hand on his shoulder and his stern voice brought him back to reality. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “I’m fine,” he rasped.
“You’re lyin’,” Everett growled as he handed him a canteen. Mateo gratefully took a drink, clutching the canteen and staring at the scratches in the leather as he tried to calm down. It took a few moments for him to realize that Everett hadn’t stopped touching him; in fact, the man had pulled him close and was gently rubbing his shoulder.
For a long time, Mateo had been the one to comfort others, to be strong when everything else fell apart. His older brother had always pushed him to be a strong, independent man, and never gave him a moment to be weak. He was grateful for that, because he had to be strong for Min, who was younger and naive to the ways of the world. Even while he was growing up, he had to protect his village, protect his mother, get revenge for his father’s death…
To have someone take care of him for a change was both a strange experience and a welcomed one. Everett’s soft touch on his arm, the warmth of his body as he sat next to him, the sun setting over their little camp, and the smell of the stew cooking, all of these things made him feel safe, and not because he had fought for it.
This feeling of safety was because Everett was here.
***
The man probably hadn’t realized that he was shaking ever so slightly. Looking at him, Everett couldn’t help himself. He pulled Leon’s head into the crook of his shoulder and gently took the canteen from his tight grip.
“C’mon. Let’s get some food down, then you can rest for the night. Alright?”
“Alright,” Leon mumbled.
He looked down and let go of his head, just as Leon looked up at him.
A thought crossed his mind like lightning across a pitch black sky. The wavy hair, the warm brown eyes that reminded him of a puppy, and those lips that he couldn’t stop staring at.
The crash of the dutch oven falling onto the fire broke the whimsical spell. Pulling back, Leon seemed to regain himself. “Shit, let’s get the pot off the fire. Food’s probably cooked well enough anyway.”
Everett nodded, getting his gloves and lifting the pot away to set it down nearby. They ate quietly, but this time, there was a tension that Everett could feel viscerally, deep down. It pulled at his heart every time he looked over at the other man.
“You got some food on your face,” he said, automatically reaching out to wipe it away from the corner of Leon’s mouth.
When the man’s tongue flicked out at the same time, brushing against the pad of his thumb, he paused. Leon’s eyes widened in surprise and then fluttered close as Everett gently caressed his lip, unable to stop himself from touching him. He noted how elegant his eyelashes were, how soft his lips were. The short beard that Leon had grown could not hide the shape of his jaw and his cheek. Cupping his face with one hand, Everett began to lean in, as if led by instinct.
“I… I think I should go rest in bed,” Leon mumbled, but stayed still, his cheek remaining in Everett’s grasp.
Feeling like a bucket of cold water got dumped on him, Everett stopped his advance, but didn’t move back. Instead, he stayed where he was and watched as Leon subtly leaned his head into his touch for a moment more before he got up and fled back to the bed inside the lean-to.
So I’m not the only one attracted, Everett thought, looking down at his hand in wonder.
***
Mateo clutched his chest as he lay in bed, trying to calm his pounding heart. He had wanted to stay with Everett so badly that it had frightened him. Was he that lonely? What about Min? She was out there, all alone. He should be looking for her, not yearning for another man’s touch.
And yet whenever he looked into Everett’s cornflower blue eyes, his worries melted into the sky. Something about the man made him feel like everything would end up alright and that if he just took things one day at a time, things would work out.
Just as he was contemplating why he felt that way, the object of his ruminations walked through the door carrying a bucket of water and a scrap of cloth.
“Time to change your bandages, Leon,” Everett said softly.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Mateo sat up and removed his shirt and set it aside. Everett sat behind him and began to slowly remove the bandages, dried blood flicking off his skin. He sat docile as a lamb while he was being unwrapped, and continued to stay still when Everett took the warm washcloth to his back.
“You’re looking a lot better,” Everett remarked as he carefully wiped around his wounds. “How do you feel?”
“Alive,” Mateo answered quietly. His heart was still thumping harder than it should have been. He turned to face him. “Thank you. Truly. You didn’t have to do any of this.”
One corner of Everett’s lips quirked up, a wry grin that Mateo was starting to find effortlessly charming. “Didn’t feel right leaving you there,” he replied. “Besides, it’s been nice to have someone to talk to these past few days. Been travelin’ alone for far too long.”
Mateo only hummed in agreement as Everett continued to wash his back. When his hands settled on his hips and didn’t leave, Mateo looked over his shoulder.
Their eyes met.
“Should I help wash the rest of you?” Everett asked, his voice low and husky as if his throat had gone dry.
Mateo swallowed hard. “Only if you want to.”
The blue in Everett’s eyes deepened. “I do.”
***
Everett couldn’t stop himself from staring as Leon slowly stood up to undo the buttons on his pants, letting them fall to the ground in a heap. His short drawers came next, and suddenly before him was something akin to a work of art that one might see carved in marble in one of the big cities. Leon’s form was unmistakably masculine, yet there was something graceful, lean, and just damn beautiful in the way he held himself.
Swallowing hard, Everett knelt down to soak and wring out the washcloth before slowly wiping down his legs and his thighs. He stood as he moved the washcloth to Leon’s backside. Leaning forward to brush his lips against the shell of his ear, Everett whispered, “Just let me know when you want me to stop.”
“Keep going,” Leon answered in a hushed rasp.
Everett ran the cloth over his backside, teasing the cleft as he washed him. Pleased by the soft moan escaping Leon’s lips, he continued, holding his hip with his other hand as he worked his way around to his front. Glancing downwards over Leon’s shoulder, Everett could see the man’s shaft jutting out.
“Glad to see you’re enjoying this,” Everett stated, gently reaching down to wash around his cock, teasing him around the base.
Leon only moaned softly in response.
Everett’s hand moved from his hip to his chest, pulling the man against his body as he tossed the cloth back into the basin. Spitting into his other hand, he reached down and gripped Leon’s cock. He started a slow stroke, making sure to curve his hand around the head every once in a while.
Leon’s hands gripped Everett’s thighs, tight enough to make him wince, but he kept stroking the man, finding his own pleasure from watching Leon reacting to his touch.
“Everett,” Leon gasped, his hips thrusting into his hand.
“That’s it, that’s right, just let go, let it all go,” Everett murmured, holding him up with one arm around his chest, his lips brushed against the shell of his ear.
Leon let out a wordless shout as he spent himself in Everett’s hand, thrusting powerfully and spilling his essense onto the floor. When he finished, he sagged against him, his heartbeat palpable against his chest. Everett gently brought him down to the bed, sitting next to him as he leaned against his shoulder, huffing and puffing for air.
“‘Rett,” he sighed, and smiled up at him with a satisfied look in his eyes. Everett’s heart shifted and he held the man just a little tighter while his head drooped tiredly against his shoulder. He quietly waited until Leon had enough energy to look up at him once more. “What about you?”
Everett blinked. “What about me?”
Leon’s eyes didn’t break contact as he slid one hand towards the button fly of Everett’ pants. He let out a shuddered breath as Leon undid each button with an unbearable slowness before he pulled out his hard cock, stroking him tentatively.
“Keep goin’,” Everett rumbled.
Leon’s eyes softened, and he smiled so beguilingly that Everett nearly came from that alone. However, he held himself together and watched in a delicious lust-filled haze as Leon spit in his own hand before stroking him just like he had done.
It felt so damn good, feeling Leon’s hand around him, seeing his half-lidded look of satisfaction as he pleased him.
“Does it feel good?” Leon asked, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Hell yes, it feels so damn good,” Everett breathed. “Faster, I’m close.”
Leon obliged, stroking him faster, tightening his grip and reaching down with his other hand to massage his balls.
“Oh, Leon,” Everett moaned as he came. He reached out and grabbed his jaw before pulling him in for a scorching, dominating kiss.
Leon was surprised, but quickly returned the heat in kind, their tongues fighting for dominance until Everett finally pulled back and held Leon’s hand.
“Stop, stop, I’m all spent,” he said, laughing. Leon laughed with him as he let go of him and pulled away.
“Now look at me,” Leon said, holding up his hand, wet with Everett’s spend. “I guess you’ll have to clean me up again.”
Everett just shook his head and gave him a wry grin. “Spoiled, that’s what you are.”
***
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah, I got everything.”
Mateo let Everett take his bag and pack it on Cobalt’s saddle along with the rest of his own things. He and Everett hadn’t spoken about the previous night’s… activities, but he felt a connection with him, a comfortable feeling that stayed with him like a warm blanket.
They set off together, back to the town of Keeler to look for Paco, Mateo’s horse. Everett led his horse by the reins and walked beside Mateo, their hands brushing every once in a while. With every fleeting touch, Mateo’s determination waned. He had planned to go his own way after they found his horse to look for Min. He hadn’t told Everett that yet, of course.
When he had tried to bring up the topic of leaving on his own before, Everett had insisted on going with him, at least back to Keeler.
“I have to talk to the sheriff there anyway, find out if there’s any news about the Diablos Locos gang recently,” Everett had said.
Mateo had just acquiesced, but he was already plotting how to sneak away once he had his horse. He felt guilty for wanting to stay with Everett while also looking for Min. Maybe Everett could come with him—
No. That would make things extra awkward. He could just imagine the conversation:
Why yes Min, I had relations with another man, but only with our hands. No, I won’t share you. Unless you want to—
He quickly shook his head of the thought before the surge of heat made its way to his loins. Even the mere flash of a mental image of having Min between him and Everett was enough to make his breath catch. He had never wanted another lover, let alone share his current one, but for some reason he thought it could be possible with Everett.
“You alright?”
He looked over at the ranger, whose brow was furrowed with concern.
“You sure you’re good to travel?” Everett asked.
Mateo swallowed. “Yes, yes, I’m perfectly fine. I can handle a day’s walking, thank you.”
“Of course you are,” the ranger said as he turned away from him, but Mateo could see that he didn’t believe him, the concern in his eyes as clear as day.
By late afternoon, they had reached the location where Mateo had left Paco before he and Min had snuck off to take down the local gang for the bounty on their heads. It had been merely a week ago, and yet it felt like an eternity to him. Looking around, he could see a pile of dry horse manure and a piece of rein dangling from a tree branch.
“Paquito?” he called out into the forest. He whistled and walked around the area, continuing to call for him.
Five minutes passed. Then ten. His doubts began to whittle away at his mind. Did something happen to him?
“Maybe someone took’im,” Everett said quietly.
Mateo turned to him, pushing down the despair. “The reins didn’t get cut, they snapped,” he said, pointing back at the tree, now off in the distance. He could hear the slight edge of desperation in his own voice and swallowed the fear. “Paco probably just pulled himself off and ran around for a bit. He does that.”
Not wanting to see Everett’s skeptical expression, he turned around and continued to call for his horse.
A half hour passed.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” Mateo said over his shoulder. “I’m grateful for all you’ve done; you don’t have to do any more.”
Everett sighed. “I can’t in good conscience leave you in the forest by yourself.”
“You’re treating me like I’m weak,” he grumbled.
“I’m treating you like a friend,” Everett countered.
Shocked into silence by his sincerity, Mateo could only nod in acceptance before continuing to whistle for his horse.
Forty-five minutes since they entered the forest, and he finally, finally heard a familiar whinny. From behind a thicket, his pal, Paco the grullo mustang, crashed towards him.
“Paquito, you bastard!” he yelled in delight, running up to him. Paco, in return, headbutted him. Shaking off the blow, Mateo laughed and patted the horse’s neck, happy to see him a bit dirty, but otherwise unharmed.
***
Leon’s pure smile, untinged by melancholy or tiredness, was a sight to behold. It was as if Everett was watching the sun rise over the unsullied plains of the east, its golden light warming everything it touched. And so he stood there, watching, a small smile on his face, as Leon reunited with his horse as if he were a boy, a grin on his face and talking to him like he would an old friend.
When Leon finally turned back to Everett, his heart lurched. That golden, brilliant smile with all of its luminosity was directed straight at him, straight at his heart.
“See, told you he was around,” Leon said with a knowing grin, as if he had no doubt in his mind that Paco was just wandering around the area, waiting for him to return.
Everett could only nod, not wanting to spoil his good mood. “Alright, you were right. Now c’mon, let’s head to town and get some sleep. We’ll figure out where to head next in the mornin’.”
***
Mateo stared at Everett’s sleeping form in the moonlight. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay; far from it, in fact. But he had to go find Min. She was alone out there, and he wanted to make sure she was safe. He would head north, since that was the direction they were headed, and keep searching for her until he found her.
Then maybe he’d come back. Introduce them. And maybe…
He shook his head. Who was he kidding? He would find Min and they would continue to travel together as they always had, and he would put Everett and his brilliant blue eyes deep into the back of his mind and forget about him.
A soft snore coming from Everett broke his reverie. He leaned over slowly and checked to make sure he was still deeply asleep. He’d made sure of that earlier, the feel of holding him in his hand and sounds of the ranger’s satisfied moans of release still fresh in his memory.
Quietly getting his things, he snuck out of the room they had shared for the night, tiptoed down the stairs in the back of the saloon, and fled into the night.
***
“What the hell.”
Everett looked around, but finding nothing left of Leon, he could only assume that the man couldn’t wait to find his lover. He had been willing to go with him, to assist him in his search, but sooner or later, they’d find this woman, and then what? Leon would leave with her, leaving Everett alone once more.
“Probably better this way,” he muttered, although his heart stung something fierce.
***
Min finally lost the posse, nearly a quarter of the state south. She was safe. Now she just had to heal up, then she was going to turn right back around and murder all of them.
It took her weeks to heal, and another month of bounty work to get the money to restock on the ammunition she’d need to take out the rest of the posse. But she managed. She got her revenge.
But in doing so, she lost sight of the principles that Mateo had tried to instill in her. Be good. Be forgiving. Only kill if necessary.
She never found his body. Of course, after a couple of months, nature must have run its course. All she could find was his spare kerchief; it must have dropped from his pocket as his body was dragged away by animals—
She didn’t want to think about that. After wiping out the whole posse in cold blood, she didn’t want to think at all.
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Part 2 is here.
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