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Important Announcement!

It is with a heavy heart that I say I am done writing on Tumblr.

I gave it a lot of thought, and I realized that it would be best for me to stop writing. I just don't have the time, and all the stories I have written over the years have just drained my creativity. I can't go on writing asks anymore, which is why (I am sorry to those who sent me some) I am clearing out my inventory. If I return to write, it will be my own ideas. But again, motivation has been gone for a while.

I am not getting rid of my accounts. I want people to appreciate all the ideas and stories my precious followers have helped me create. Speaking of that, I never wanted to ghost you guys because I am super stoked that you read and liked what I wrote, which is why I type up this announcement with a heavy heart.

Furthermore, I am moving my favorite and most popular works from some of my fandoms to my Archiveofourown (The_Ginger_Masquerader45) account. And that is where I might continue to write my own stories for my fandoms, which I might copy over to Tumblr.

Until then, I thank you all for being wonderful! And I hope you live your lives to the fullest!

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Announcement!

I know it's been a while guys, but I hope everyone is doing well. This may be a mistake on my part XD, since I still have some stories to write for another fandom, but I'm turning asks on again! I'm still busy, but I don't want to push this off anymore.

Have a good day/night!

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Hey there! Hope you’re having an amazing day! I wanted to request prompt #108 with Kieran x f!reader!

I think Kieran is treated a lot like he’s helpless but he’s been rolling with outlaws for a long time. I think he’s able to fight, he just chooses not to generally. So I want your take on how he would protect his S/o who, let’s say, is in a life or death situation. Happy ending or not! It’s up to you ❤️

Thank you~!

Hello! I hope you are having a great day as well! I completely agree with you when it comes to Kieran, so I hope you enjoy this! Sorry if it's short!💖

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Just a Simple Shopping Trip

You and Kieran go to pick up some more produce for Pearson. However, here in Lemoyne, that's easier said than done.

#108 “When you love something, you protect it.”

The only reason Kieran got to leave camp is that you were coming with. To "supervise" him per Dutch's words and everyone else's for that matter. And Kieran didn't even understand why they believed he needed to be watched by someone.

He's proved himself and doesn't plan to betray anyone.

Especially you.

Out of all the gang members, you were the one who's treated him the fairest. How could Kieran not want to be around someone so kind? Of course, he's got a soft heart when it comes to others. It was a part of his nature, to be timid and kind. At least, that's what everyone sees in the young man.

"Do you want me to drive?" Kieran asked in that nervous tone of his when you finally came over to the wagon. He was in the middle of tacking up the horses.

"Sure. I'm best to keep guard anyway." You said with a smirk as you stepped up on the wagon. Kieran's eyes followed you as he tried not to take offense to that.

Then he patted the horses and hopped up on the driver's seat before flicking the reins.

"...but they still don't trust me. I didn't need no chaperone." Kieran complained to you as you guys made your way back from Rhodes. The shopping trip went well, everything was accounted for, and you guys got things done, but now was the hard part.

Which was getting home with all your goods.

Kieran was letting some of his feelings and frustrations out while you listened. Truthfully, you were the only one who would let him do this, and you would listen without mockery or scowling. It was another reason he enjoyed being around you.

"Your feelings are validated. I'm sorry, Kieran. I wish I could make people think otherwise." You said with a sad tone, causing his heart to flutter a little.

"It's alright. I'm just glad it was you who came with me. Any of the others would've probably slit my throat and threw me in the ditch." He said, shuddering a little. You laughed a little, despite the truth to his statement, and flustered a little at his words.

"To be honest...they probably would have done the same to me when I first joined the gang." You whispered, subconsciously nudging your shoulder against his.

"What?!" He said in shock. Kieran never knew how you came to join the gang. It was something you never really brought up after you guys got closer. Now he was interested, and you guys still had a bit of a ride to get to camp. You stared ahead at the road, a faraway look in your eyes, like the topic was hard to talk about.

"Well-"

"Hello there!"

A forceful cheery voice interrupted your conversation, and you guys noticed that a group of men on horseback had come to ride beside your wagon. Kieran immediately tensed, thinking the O'Driscolls, but then recognized the Lemoyne Raiders.

Still an unfortunate situation.

"Can we help you?" Your voice was strong and Kieran tightened his grip on the reins to ready for a quick getaway. The Lemoyne Raiders started giving their whole spiel; about how this was their turf, and how you needed to pay up, and blah blah blah.

"Y/N-"

"We ain't giving you nothing!" You spat at the closest man, who growled at you.

"Get 'em!"

The sound of gunshots and frightened horses entered Kieran's senses, and he barely had control of the wagon as the commotion started. He tried his best to steer and avoid bullets as best as possible, but the horse riders flanking him made that difficult. You had your gun out, and was trying to shoot back, but Kieran's driving made that rather difficult.

Suddenly, one of the men hoped from their horse and into the back of the wagon. Panic overtook Kieran tenfold when said man grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and dragged you back. You kicked, struggled, and cursed at the raider as he put you in a choke hold.

That moment seemed to slow for Kieran.

For a moment, he didn't care about the gang's threats. He didn't care that they didn't seem to care about him. All his fear about all of it went away in that moment. Right now, all he saw was that your life was in danger if he didn't act. And it caused him to do something that he hasn't had to do in a long while.

Bang!

The man who was holding you soon slumped to the ground with a bullet wound smack-dab in the middle of his chest. Blood was seeping out of it and around your feet. Now time seemed to slow for you as you turned to look from the dead body to the man who just saved your life.

Kieran still had the revolver aimed, smoke coming out of the barrel, as a determined and fiery look came to his face.

He looked like an entirely different man.

The other raiders seemed to be stunned by this as well because they ceased shooting just long enough for you to whip out your gun and finish them off. Once the bodies dropped and the horses ran off, Kieran slowed the wagon, giving you time to crawl back over and sit next to him. Then, since the chaos made you guys run off the path, Kieran took the time driving you guys back in the right direction.

"Thank you...for saving me." You said, your voice barely audible as you looked down at your hands, which were shaking. Sure, you've been in bad situations before, but something about this encounter made you emotional.

Tears began to blur your eyes, but you noticed his hand reach over to grip yours, steadying it.

“When you love something, you protect it.” Kieran told you, his voice not wavering as his hand moved to your back, rubbing it gently as the tears flowed freely now.

"I...I don't know why...I was so scared..." Your lip quivered as you admitted yourself.

"And that's okay..." He told you, repeating what you used to say to him many times over.

The rest of the ride was a comfortable silent. Kieran was comforting you as you broke down from what just happened. You were trying to figure out why this caused a reaction out of you, and then you finally pinned it.

It was Kieran.

You sometimes forget that he was with a bunch of outlaws before this gang. He knew how to shoot, how to kill. However, he was always so gentle with you, with the horses, and generally everyone that you completely forgot what he could be capable of. Seeing that side of him just made you emotional, knowing that he would do anything for you.

It made you love him even more.

When you guys arrived at camp, eyes were on you both as you wiped away your tears. For a second, people thought that Kieran caused your tears and were ready to shoot him right then and there. However, when you guys stepped off, he moved to hug you. You hugged him back tightly, nuzzling your face into his neck as you gripped onto him for dear life. He rubbed your back and whispered sweet things to you.

Arthur came over to grab the supplies, wondering what the hell happened out there. By eavesdropping when he walked by, he heard Kieran say things like "it'll be okay", "they can't get you anymore", and "I will protect you."

The outlaw still didn't have the slightest idea what happened, but he got the insight on one thing that made him feel good.

Kieran was definitely strong enough to keep you safe.

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PLEASE part 2 of the Bill's "who's a good boy story" where he asks the reader to be his gf and they make out.

And maybe , Bill not being drunk , pretty pleas?

Aww, I'm glad you want a part two! And I hope this is very wholesome! Enjoy!❤️ Javier is gonna be a lil shit

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Who's a Good Boy? (Part 2)

Cain continues to be the thing that you and Bill share together. However, when you start to pay more attention to Javier than the dog, Bill knows that he needs to act fast.

Bill found himself in a sulking mood. Not because he screwed up (again), not because he got teased by Micah or Arthur, and not because he hasn't found any leads yet.

It was because of you, and you didn't even know it.

Right now, he was once again sitting by the fire petting Cain, who came to lay down beside him after Jack snuck him some tidbits of food. With a full belly, the dog was quite relaxed. Usually, you'd be here too because it was one of the rare times that Micah wasn't being a nuisance. You guys have done this for weeks now, and Bill was gaining more and more courage to try and ask you out. Cain was just such a good wingman, but now you've been drifting away.

And it was because Javier, ever the flirtatious man, had to come in and ruin things for him.

Maybe Bill should've been more forward with you?

But he didn't know how to do that because the only time he's ever been confident enough to do so was when he was drunk. And right now, Bill hasn't had the will to drink much. Perhaps it was because of you as well. He didn't want to be with you in some half-drunken state; he wanted to experience your presence soberly.

About an hour or so passed when the dog left, probably going to try and find some scrapes again. This time, Bill had nothing to distract himself with, so his attention was brought over to the scout fire where you were sitting.

His blood boiled when he noticed Javier there as well, tuning his guitar.

Bill didn't even notice that he was still staring as Javier moved to sit next to you, gaining your attention. He didn't know all that was being said, but he saw smiles and laughs and it just made him more pissed. With Cain gone, there was nothing keeping him by the fire anymore.

So, the outlaw moved to confront the situaion.

"-and there was Dutch with chickens in his hands." Javier was recapping how he joined the gang to you when Bill approached.

"Hey Bill." You greeted with a smile as Javier looked up at the bigger man, noticing his scowling face as he stared at your knee, which was practically touching the other man's.

It made Javier smirk a bit. Boy, did he love to rile Bill up.

"Something happen Bill? You look angry." Javier said, leaning back a bit.

"Shut up." Bill said to him, frowning. You looked a bit worried, but Javier just laughed. However, he figured now things would be more awkward if he left. So that's what he did.

"Adios chica." Javier said while picking up his guitar and patting your shoulder. He sent Bill an evil smirk, usually given by Micah, as he went on his way. The other outlaw wanted to punch him back down to Mexico.

But now, it was just you guys. He wasn't prepared for this.

"You okay?" You asked gently, worried about him. When he didn't say anything, you patted the spot beside you where Javier was sitting. Bill didn't hesitate to take the other man's spot.

"I haven't been drinkin', if that's what you think." Bill immediately moved to defend his behavior.

"I never thought that." You reassured him.

"It's just...people take me for such an angry drunk, but I actually haven't been drinkin' lately." Bill confessed while folding his hands together in his lap. You nodded, showing you were listening. He wringed his hands nervously.

Now your guys' knees were nearly touching.

"So, Y/N..." Bill figured it was now or never to ask you. He wanted to get it done before Javier started to win your affection. As if sensing his nerves, Cain returned and laid by his side. A hand immediately found the dog to pet him. You smiled.

"Yes?"

"I was wonderin'...if you wanted to...with me...be together?" Bill's words were a jumble and he didn't even know if he pronounced things properly or not. He couldn't even look at you as you rubbed the back of his neck.

"What prompted this all of a sudden?" You asked, voice quiet.

Well, that wasn't a no, so that's a positive.

"I've always wanted to ask for you but...I was nervous. B-but I didn't want to lose you to...someone else." Bill tried to explain himself, glancing over to Javier who merely gave the man an innocent wave from where he was sitting at one of the tables.

Silence.

"I-I can leave, and we can forget this happened." He said with an anxious wave of his hand. Without alcohol, he was a nervous wreck. But then he felt your hand on his arm, slowly making its way up to his shoulder.

"Now...why would I want to do that?" You asked with a little grin, making Bill's heart skip a beat.

"Is that...a yes? You want to be with me?" He asked, sucking in a breath as you practically sat in his lap in order to reach Cain, who you scratched behind the ears.

You nodded.

Bill couldn't then stop himself from grabbing your hips and dragging you fully into his lap. If he was drunk, he wouldn't care. But sober with you, he hoped he was reading the mood right. Apparently, this was something Bill DID NOT screw up as you put your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself there. Your hands found their way into his hair, knocking his hat off as you leaned forward to kiss him.

His hands firmly gripped your back as he kept you there to kiss him deeper. He's never fully made out with someone like this before (least, not that he can remember), and he was glad it was you. Your bodies were flushed, warm, yet full of desire for one another. Breathing was forgotten and your mouths moved in sync with one another. Lips crashed and released again. Cain has since moved on because his job was done.

You guys don't know how long you were kissing each other, but soon stopped when you guys sensed you weren't alone.

A sudden guitar interrupted the session.

"I thought you guys would want me to set the mood." Javier said innocently from where he was sitting across from you guys.

Bill nearly threw you off him in his rage.

"Get out of here you lil maggot!" Bill roared at him, but it only made Javier giggle like a little brother who successfully annoyed his older one. You just watched in amusement.

There was the Bill you know and love.

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Heeeey, I saw your back after taking a break ❤️

I hope you’re feeling better.

I really appreciate your content!!

If you’re up for it, can I request Micah x F!reader?

Complete artistic freedom!! 🤗

Thank you!!❤️ I am doing better now! Micah may be a little OOC

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It's Bell Tradition!

While out scouting for new leads, Micah stumbles across a woman he hasn't seen in several years. Along with that, a surprise he never saw coming.

The air was hot and stuffy down here in Lemoyne. It was to the point that Micah Bell needed the cold relief of the mountains once again, and he never thought he would be saying that after Colter.

However, he did admit that he likes that kind of weather.

Baylock's hooves kicked up dust as he trotted along the less than traveled path out of Valentine. Micah left with little to no word to the gang. Not that anyone cared mind you. However, Dutch likes to keep tabs on his boys, so at least Micah had the decency to tell the boss that he's going to look for leads and won't be back for a while.

Besides, if he brings back something big, then perhaps the others will finally stop complaining about him.

Micah was lost in thought with a smirk on his face as his stallion's clip went from a trot to a gallop in the blink of an eye, kicking up his legs as he went. The outlaw didn't even seem to read his horse's distressed movements until his face was getting smacked by branches. Baylock had run off the track and into the woods.

"Hey! Slow it down!" Micah commanded the steed as he yanked on the reins. However, Baylock was just as stubborn and resistant as his rider. When Micah tried to force him to slow, the stallion bucked him off.

"You good for nothing-!" Micah shouted as the horse took off, cutting himself off as he realized the insult was meaningless. He stood up and dusted himself off, looking around for the cause of Baylock's panic.

However, it was oddly silent except for the occasional wind ruffling the leaves. It made him uneasy for some reason. Micah tried to whistle and get Baylock back to him, but the damn horse paid him no mind.

Grumbling to himself, Micah began to trek through the woods in hope of finding his horse (or the path).

But it didn't take him long to find something. And that something was certainly not Baylock.

At the edge of a small clearing, pine trees were clustered. Wildflowers were speckled throughout the grass along with some large rocks. However, his eyes found a black blur that was bawling near the top of one of the pines, which he now deduced was the reason Baylock freaked out. It was a black bear, probably one that has just been weaned by its mother. The whole world was still so new to it.

Which is probably why it was scared into the tree by a boy who wasn't much older than Jack.

The child was by himself and seated crisscross on the ground below the tree. He wasn't doing anything to harm or harass the bear, but he was continuously watching it. Now Micah would never say he was concerned or worried about the lives of others, but he did find it a little disturbing that the boy seemed to be alone. But he was curious of the situation, so approach the boy he did.

The bear began to bawl even louder when Micah came closer. This caused the attention of the little boy to be shifted. The older man inspected the child, who stared back at him with a same curious expression. He had to be around six or seven with blonde hair and big blue eyes, and there was something familiar about the way he looked. Micah was getting nostalgic, like he's seen that face before.

"Hey kid, what are you doing out here by yourself?" Curiosity got the better of Micah. The boy turned his attention back to the bear in the tree, who was paying close attention to him as well.

"Looking at the animals." He responded simply and without much fear.

"Why?" The older blonde couldn't stop himself.

"I like the woods." It was a simple response and one that was so child-like, but Micah couldn't stop the scoffing. He thought that it was ridiculous.

"Where's your parents?" Micah asked while crossing his arms, eyeing the bear up in the tree.

"My mama is close by." The boy said while holding Micah's gaze. It was as if he was threatening the outlaw to dare lay a finger on him. Just from that confidence alone, it made Micah more curious. Normally, he would leave the child to the wolves. However, there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his gut.

The bear bawled again.

"Get up. I'm takin' you home to your mother." Micah said while gesturing the boy to get to his feet.

"But I'm fine." The child protested in a whining manner, almost seeming fearful to follow the stranger. However, he got to his feet regardless.

"Too bad. See that bear?" Micah gestured back towards the nervous black bear and the boy's eyes followed: "That ain't no adult black bear. That's a baby cryin' for his mother. Now, let's get out of here before we become dinner."

Micah practically shooed the kid away from the tree, hoping his little lie would go unnoticed by the rather smart kid. That black bear was perfectly grown with no mother around for miles. The boy would've been fine to stay there. However, the sun was nearly setting, and Micah still found no lead. Perhaps he could get some money in return for bringing the boy home safely.

That, or he could just rob the house and deal with the mother himself.

It made him smirk.

"Nearly there." The boy said, drawing Micah's attention back to reality. And true to his word, a couple more steps revealed a rough-looking cabin. A black arabian mare was grazing nearby and, much to Micah's surprise, Baylock was grazing next to her. Again, there was something about that mare that struck a familiar chord in him.

"Mama! Someone is here!" The blonde boy cried as he ran away from Micah. The older man followed behind the child as he ran back and behind the house, where Micah could see the ends of some laundry blowing in the wind as they dried. However, when he rounded the corner, a familiar face made his heart stop.

"It's you..."

"It's...you?"

The tone in his voice was so questioning because he honestly couldn't recognize you, not with that boy hugging you from around your waist.

You were a woman he hooked up with several times several years ago. Back then, he was attracted to you due to your rough nature. You weren't afraid to stand up to him and Micah liked that. It got him all riled up, and you didn't hesitate to give him what he wanted. However, Micah didn't have any feelings for you, and he thought you had none for him. So leaving wasn't exactly a problem in his mind. He would never see you again, or so he thought.

But here you are, and with a child no less. Your hair was still the same h/c as it's always been, cascading down your back. You still liked to wear a plaid top with your dress, and your eyes still held a defiant look towards him.

"So...it seems you moved on from me. Where's the husband?" Micah said nonchalantly and quite rudely, gesturing towards the child with a flick on his hand.

"I never married." You told him sternly. Your son held onto you tighter, sensing tension.

"Then where's the boy's father?" Micah nearly growled, but you knew him. It was not an emotional thing. You knew he just couldn't stand the thought of you sleeping with another man. As far as he was concerned, you belonged to him.

"Go inside baby." You told your son as you kissed his forehead.

He nodded and moved towards the back door, holding eye contact with Micah. For some reason, it made the older man feel a bit sick, those blue eyes looking into his own. But it soon passed, and he paid attention back to you, looking gruff.

"So? What happened with the boy?" He cut to the chase, and you folded his arms.

"Micah." You said.

"What?" The blonde said in response and you shook your head.

"My son...his name is Micah." You told him softly yet strongly. The older Micah narrowed his eyes at you, but he was silent. You knew he was trying to process this whole thing. But you weren't done.

"Named after his daddy."

Silence.

The only sound was the wind blowing through the woods and the trees rustling in kind. However, even that soon gave way to silence as if the forest itself was nervous for the reaction. Micah's eyes were just staring into yours, making you a bit uneasy as he gave no hint as to how he was feeling.

But instead of anger like you were expecting, he looked like was going to be sick.

"Hell...are you really saying...?" Micah's voice was weak. It was like nothing you ever heard before. He looked so vulnerable. And when you nodded, it amplified.

"I was told many years ago that it was Bell tradition to name the firstborn son after their father." You said, and this time, his hand went to cover his mouth as if he was actually going to throw up. He felt so sick at this knowledge for so many reasons.

You had his kid.

He didn't know about it for years.

You named it after him. You named your son after him...despite him leaving you pregnant and alone.

"I-I...Why didn't you ever say anything?" Micah said after composing himself, weird feelings swirling in his chest. You scoffed.

"I didn't even think you were still alive. Besides, you wouldn't have cared." You stated with a nonchalant wave of your hand, which caused anger to burn inside him.

"If I knew you were pregnant, I wouldn't have gone anywhere!" He shouted and you winced a bit. Perhaps it was wrong of you to assume, but you knew Micah was not one to form emotional attachments, claiming that they were for the weak. So why should you assume that he would care about a baby? Care about you?

"I mean, you never said anything to me." You said in a general tone, hugging yourself. He knew what you meant. Micah never once showed that he loved you for who you were; just for what you could give. But to be fair, you never showed it to him either. Both of you were there for benefits, and this was the result of that.

"You never said anything either." He retorted in typical Micah fashion. Your eyes drifted towards the ground.

"...I didn't know how to tell a person like you that I loved..." Your voice drifted off as you found his eyes, which appeared softer than you've ever seen.

"You loved me?" He asked, sounding more confused than his typical mocking tone. You nodded.

"I still might." You admitted.

Micah honestly didn't know how to feel about that. If that wasn't his son, he probably wouldn't give much of a damn. However, somehow knowing that you are the mother of his kid gave him a butterfly-like feeling in his chest whenever he looked at you. You were still beautiful and now it made him feel all fuzzy inside. It scared him a little.

"Um...think I could stay the night?" He hated how high-pitched and scared-sounding his voice was, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, nearly knocking his hat off in the process.

You let out an airy laugh, which made his chest tighten more.

"Of course." You said, knowing that it was hard for him to talk about how he was feeling. However, you knew Micah well enough to read his body language, and everything was telling you what he was feeling. It was so foreign to him and that's what was scary. You had to be patient.

"Just don't steal anything." You warned in that confident tone that he didn't realized he missed until right now.

"Yes ma'am." He teased back, feeling more like his old self now that all the mushy stuff was out of the way.

You were quick to start to move towards the front of the house as the sun had long since passed, shoulder gently brushing against his as you did so. He breathed in deeply, taking in your sweet scent of roses and juniper that you always seemed to carry around. Micah didn't even realize how close he was following behind until he nearly bumped into you.

"Where's..." Your tone drifted off as you couldn't see your son inside once you opened the door.

"Micah IV." He finished for you with a smirk, causing you to blush.

"I'll find him. Couldn't have gone far." Micah promised before you started to panic. You hesitated a bit before nodding, anxiety rising in your chest. However, you just had to trust this man, which to anyone else, would be absolutely terrifying. You went inside as Micah turned away from the cabin to scan around outside.

Sure enough, he found the little blonde boy near the horses. In fact, he was petting Baylock.

"Hi again mister...is this your horse?" The boy asked as the stallion continued to nudge for attention. Micah nodded.

"You like him?" He asked and a small smile formed on the child's face as he nodded. Micah knew that you would probably be pissed, but he couldn't resist.

"You wanna go for a ride?" Micah asked the boy with a grin. With a smirk that mirrored his own, his son nodded.

Riding through the forest was exhilarating, even more so with his son sitting in front of him. The laughter, the whipping of blonde hair, and the carefree spirit made him feel pride. Soon, they were making their back before you had a heart attack.

"So mister...what's your name?" He asked as he stroked Baylock's mane.

"Micah." The older man said without hesitation.

"Just like me!" The boy said with glee, balling up his little fists with excitement. It made Micah's heart twist a little because the boy still had to know that he was sharing a saddle with his father. But how can you explain that to a child?

"You know, in my family, all the oldest sons are named Micah, after our father." Micah explained and the boy tilted his head a bit. The older blonde looked down at the younger one, who was not connecting the dots very well.

"Micah...what ever happened to your father?" The older outlaw asked the small boy sitting in front of him. For a second, it was just the sound of Baylock's hooves against the ground. The boy looked down and replied in a small tone.

"Mama always told me that papa was always busy which is why he never comes home." He explained, sounding a little downtrodden. Older Micah gripped the reins tightly. Time for an explanation.

"Well...he's home now."

You didn't know what took them so long or what happened while the boys were gone. All you saw was Micah coming in through the door while carrying your son on his hip, who was holding onto him for dear life, fists gripping his leather jacket tightly as he bawled into the crook of the older man's neck. When you asked what happened, you only got a muffled response from the boy.

"Papa finally came home..."

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The Gang Members

(Arthur, Dutch, Micah, and Sean) React to Fem!Reader Who Wears Glasses Because of Poor Eyesight

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Dutch van der Linde

My Lady

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Hosea Matthews

Harmless

Father and Daughter

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John Marston

Worse Than the Wolves

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Bill Williamson

Shot

Who’s a Good Boy?

Who’s a Good Boy? (Part 2)

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Kieran Duffy

Their Eyes

Forbidden Feelings

The Alpha Males

O’Driscoll Boy

Winter Nights

Just a Simple Shopping Trip

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Sean Macguire

They Call Us Dumb Cowboys

Let’s Ride till the Sun Goes Down

To Hell with Micah Bell

A Tumble Down Irish Lane

Luck O’ The Irish

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Javier Escuella

Mi Canción Para Mi Amor

Spanish Lesson #1

Those Darn Drunks

Just an Observation

Party Crashers

Mariposa

The Coming War

Fragile Like a Winter Rose

There’s a Rat Among Us

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Micah Bell

Bearer of Love

Same Old Micah Bell

Lilacs

Little Bell

Gentle

Who…Are You?

Not a Monster

Too Long

Stolen Steed

A Bitter Betrayal

You’ll Be Seeing Red

A Good Boy

A Simple Question

I Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Flowers

Who Let The Dogs Out?

Little Cabin in the Woods

Rocky Mountain Fever

Lookin’ Out For Number One

Night Owl

Doctor’s Orders

The Murfree Brood

Insecurities

Drunken Nights

Curiosity Killed The Cat

Amos Bell

Heaven’s Loneliest Angel

An Analysis of Micah Bell

Will One Bed Be Enough?

Nightmares Are For The Weak

The Woman Who Lives Near Strawberry

It’s Bell Tradition!

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Arthur Morgan

The Swamp Makes Good Bedfellows

Our Flock’s Special Sheep

Real Love From The Cold Heart of An Outlaw

Shock and Awe

Together Means Forever

Bounty Hunting?

For Better or For Worse (Part 1)

For Better or For Worse (Part 2)

True Love Never Dies

The Lost Will Always Be Found

A Hand to Hold

The True Fear of an Outlaw

Miscommunication

Lennnnny!

Like a Bear

Green Isn't His Color

Bloody Nightmares

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Can I get some javier x reader angst with #214?

Yes! Hope you enjoy!💖

*Angst Warning*

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There's a Rat Among Us

Javier is extremely loyal to Dutch, and he won't let anything interfere with his boss's grand plan. Not even you.

#214 “I didn’t realize I was such an inconvenience.”

Beaver Hollow was as dark and empty as the gang's morale. People were turning on each other, secrets were being whispered, and lies were being told. After the death of Hosea, Micah had weaseled his way in as Dutch's right-hand man. And Dutch...he had completely turned his back on everyone who he raised. You, John, and even Arthur.

But Dutch still managed to sway the minds of even some of the most level-headed gang members.

Of course, Bill would continue to ignore the truth and stay by Dutch's side, but you were surprised by Javier's actions. He was an extremely loyal man, it was one of the reasons you loved him, but he was becoming a different person. With the way he treated you and others...it made you uneasy.

It was like Javier was becoming paranoid.

"Arthur, what's wrong?" You were busy with your horse outside of camp, finding the company of the four-legged animal to be more appealing than anyone in camp, even Javier at the moment.

"I need to leave." He muttered, voice raspy and ending with a rough-sounding cough. It made your heart break each time you heard him. It was like Arthur was withering away.

"What happened?" You asked. You knew things were shit right now, but Arthur was usually the backbone of the gang. The one who would stand up and persevere if things were to go arwy.

"Sides are being chosen...Micah's gone and convinced Dutch that there's a rat among us...Javier just got done harpin' on me about that. I need some time away from here." Arthur said, all that talking leading him to have a coughing fit. Again, your heart ached for him, but you knew better than to ask if he was alright. Arthur was never one for wanting pity or concern.

But hearing what Javier said to him...it made your blood boil.

"I'm going to go and talk to him." You said angrily. Arthur already knew who you were talking about and nodded, wishing you luck as he went to go and mount his horse. He decided that some fishing might be more peaceful.

Meanwhile, you marched back into camp like you were on the warpath. You've had it up to here with Javier's behavior. The whole camp was silent, each doing their own thing. Micah was whispering something to Dutch, the ladies were keeping to themselves, expect Karen who was drinking again, but there was one thing that would always hurt you whenever you walked back into the camp of Beaver Hollow.

No sound of Javier's singing.

No matter how upset you were right now, the pain that came with his silence would always hurt you. The camp used to always be warmed by his guitar and his singing, and now, it was void of all delightful music. It was like the man you knew really did die back on Guarma, and this is all you have left.

The shell of a man you once loved.

"Javier? Where are you?" You muttered to yourself as you peered around camp, avoiding eye contact with Micah's buddies that decided to make themselves at home. As you moved behind one of the wagons, you caught your lover leaning against a dead tree, smoking.

"What did you say to Arthur?" You cut right to the chase before he could try to swoon you with any of his charming words. But his eyes didn't even soften when he looked at you. He didn't even greet you with one of his pet names that he's given you.

"I said what needed to be said." He responded, tossing his cigarette with force as his full attention was now on you. You hated that you tensed.

"Arthur is no rat! How dare you even accuse him so!" You shouted at him, not even caring that other members of the gang were starting to stare. He narrowed his eyes, a suspicious look on his face as he gazed at you.

"Why do you care so much? Do you love Arthur now?" He accused you, and you scoffed. You couldn't believe that Javier would actually say that to you after all the time that the two of you had spent together. All that time around the fire, the sweet moments that you guys had away from camp, how he would always know how to cheer you up and make you smile, and even more, that night you gave yourself to him for the first time.

Did that mean nothing to him anymore?

So, you slapped him.

"Fuck you Mr. Escuella!" You shouted at him, voice full of rage. Your body was practically shaking as you tried to calm your anger. Your hand stung, but it was nowhere near the pain that was inflicted on Javier's cheek, which he was now clutching, using his other hand to keep him from crashing into the tree.

He was fuming, but he kept himself from cursing at you, even though curses were going through his head a mile a minute.

"You know," Javier waited for the ringing in his ears to die down a bit before speaking up again, removing the hand from his cheek, "with how quickly you defended him, I would say you know who the rat is."

"There is no rat." You seethed at him, but he just crossed his arms, eyes narrowing on you once more.

"I think it's you."

Those words hurt you more than upset you. Even after everything that's just happened, even though your guys' relationship is seemingly crumbling, you never thought that Javier would accuse you of betraying the gang. Not ever.

"I would never betray these people like that." You defended yourself, but he merely shrugged, a redness forming on his cheek from where you slapped him; a painful reminder that you've probably lost him for good now.

"I don't believe you." He simply said.

"Are you calling me a liar?" You asked him, hurt feigning on the tip of your tongue as you tried to sound tough.

"Mentiroso." He said to you in Spanish, and you didn't even need him to translate it to know that he was calling you a liar. Your shoulders shook, but not with anger this time. You could already feel the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

"You know, we don't need this right now. We don't need you. You're just causing problems for everyone, especially me." He told you and your chest heaved as you tried to keep yourself from emotionally breaking.

“I didn’t realize I was such an inconvenience.” You muttered to him, and Javier just looked away from you.

"Dutch needs me strong." Javier said to you, obviously ignoring the sounds of your heart shattering. You didn't even have the strength or anger to hide your heartbreak anymore. He was gone. Javier was gone and replaced by someone else.

"Then you can sleep with him from now on." You growled at him before turning on your heels and leaving.

"Puta." You hear him mumble.

Once you were out of sight and in the safety of your tent, you allowed yourself to cry freely. You hated how pitiful you sounded right now, desperately trying to cover your sobs with your hand as you grabbed your clothes and other belongings. But soon, you couldn't stop the pitiful wails as you packed your things. You were sure that everyone could hear you, but Javier broke your heart, and you accepted the betrayal now.

"Where are we going?" You asked Javier as you held onto him from behind on the back of Boaz. Out of the blue, he had asked you to come with him somewhere.

"It's a surprise." He responded, and you could practically hear the smile on his face. You groaned a bit, causing him to laugh.

"Nearly there, mi amor, I promise." He said, urging the horse to move a bit faster. The sounds of hooves hitting the dirt filled your ears as you watched the sun dip further into the sky. You soon rested your head on Javier's shoulder, dozing off a bit until the horse was finally halted.

"We're here." He announced before sliding off his horse and helping you down. You thanked him with a kiss to the cheek, and looked around.

You noticed that you guys were at a cliff that overlooked the Grizzlies and the sun that was starting to set. It was a bit chilly as the wind blew and you soon noticed that someone (a certain outlaw perhaps) had already been here as a blanket was lain there. There was also some flowers.

"I noticed that you were sad, querida. I heard you crying in your tent, and I knew that I had to make you smile again." Javier explained to you as he walked by you, grabbing your hand as the other held his guitar.

"I...I love you." You nearly cried again as your gratefulness came out in the expression of your feelings for him. Javier just chuckled before pulling you down onto the blanket with him, telling you that he loved you back through a tender kiss to your forehead.

"I know how much you love to hear me play, so I brought this with." He said as he settled the guitar in his lap, seeing your eyes light up with pure happiness.

As the evening went on, Javier had discarded his jacket to you once he realized how cold you were. You then cuddled into him as he continued to play, sharing a bottle of whiskey here and there. You were no inconvenience to his songs as you wrapped arms around him and kissed his cheek, letting him know how much happier you felt now.

"Are you truly better, mi amor?" He asked, hoping he did a good job in cheering you up.

"You always know how to make me smile again." You told him as you moved to kiss him properly, your heart swelling with love for him.

You blinked away more tears as you recalled that memory. Last time you were sobbing like this, he had planned something just to cheer you up. Javier took time out of his day just for you. He gave you affection and it was clear to you just how much you meant to him. Now, you knew that it was all gone, which caused another sob to escape your mouth as you covered it pitifully.

You made your decision to leave him and the gang for good.

But little did you know, Javier had heard you sobbing from where he was against that tree on the outskirts of camp. You would never knew this, but he did feel a little guilty about the things he said, but it was too late for regrets. All he could do was push it to the back of his memory and focus on his loyalty to Dutch.

However, when morning came and you were gone, all those regrets he pushed away came back tenfold.

"What did I tell you? Relationships do nothing but make you soft, that's why Y/N left. Too soft." Micah told Javier the next day after discovering your disappearance.

Javier said nothing to him.

"You're stronger now." Micah said in a tone that could be compared to the hissing of a snake as he patted Javier on the shoulder before leaving and going back to Dutch.

Javier soon found the strength to move his feet and enter your tent. The whole place was devoid of any sign of you. All he could think of was you sobbing in here as you most likely packed to flee this place. To flee from him.

The Mexican outlaw then sat on your cot, shoulders heaving as he tried to control his emotions. Not anger, however, but rather sadness. His head found its way into his hands as he gripped at his hair till his knuckles turned white. Soon, sobs could be heard coming from your tent once more.

But it wasn't you.

It was the man you once loved, feeling all the guilt in the world, and wishing he could've lost enough arrogance to sing you one last song.

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