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Rescue: Kieran Duffy X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence, Language Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, graphic wound, Colm O’Driscoll sucks, Dutch is questionable, very fluffy Kieran Duffy Summary: Kieran finds out you were kidnapped by the O’Driscolls during a train robbery gone wrong and he goes with the gang to rescue you.

The sound of the horses coming back to camp always fills Kieran with relief. People come back alive and the horses are always in need of pats and a good brushing. Your horse in particular always comes to him right away for an oatcake. So when Kieran turns around to watch everyone that went on the job ride in, his heart sinks when you’re not with them. Dutch could have sent you out to fence what you got from the train, you could’ve gone out hunting or something, but you always have someone tell him when you leave camp. You know he worries easily, so it’s usually Charles or Arthur that saunters over to mention where you are. But, as he distractedly brushes at Brown Jack’s coat, Dutch, Arthur, Charles, Javier, Micah, and Sean all remain by the path as they speak in low voices that Kieran can barely hear.

He wanders closer to the group, pretending to fuss over Silver Dollar now.

“We can’t leave ‘em, Dutch.” Arthur says.

“I know, son. I know, and we will.” Dutch puts a hand on Arthur’s shoulder and looks around at the group. “That boy is gonna be fine.”

“We shouldn’t wait, Dutch.” Charles says, his voice firm as he stares straight at his boss.

“Who knows what those O’Driscoll dogs are gonna do with ‘em.” Sean says.

“The kid’ll be fine.” Micah groans.

“Yes he will.” Dutch nods. “And we will go after him at first light, boys. You have my word.”

Kieran’s hand has tightened on the brush he’s holding. His face is pale and his heart is beating too fast to feel. O'Driscolls?

“Mister Van Der Linde?” He asks, stepping out of the cluster of horses.

Dutch turns to him, face falling when his eyes land on the stable boy. “Oh, son. I am truly sorry.”

“Where is he?” Kieran asks, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it again.

“We got jumped by the O’Driscolls on the way back.” Charles says as Dutch hangs his head. “They took him.”

Kieran opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“I ain’t waitin’ for mornin’, Dutch.” Arthur says, pulling himself onto his horse. “The kid deserves better than that.”

“Those is bad men, cowpoke.” Micah drawls. “Might get yourself killed in the process.”

“Then why don’t you help fer once, ya lazy bastard.”

“Boys, that is enough.” Dutch says. “I care for that young man, I do. But we can not go running into a fight like this.”

“I’m with Arthur.” Charles says, mounting his horse again.

Javier nods. “I’ll go. He’d do it for me.”

Kieran swallows his nerves. “I’m goin’.”

Micah laughs. “Oh, what a rescue!”

“Shut up, ya lousy turd!” Sean scoffs. “I’m going too, Arthur.”

“You boys, you be careful.” Dutch says. “Get that boy and get home.”

As they ride out, Kieran gets the occasional reassuring word from the gang. Charles stays with him through the ride, making sure he’s alright. But he’s not. Kieran knows exactly what O’Driscolls do with prisoners. He knows that if Colm is there, your pain will be dragged out, but if it’s Tom watching things you’ll be dead by the time your rescue arrives. Colm will tie you up and cut away at your will until you give Dutch up or you die. Tom will hang you in the stables and whoever took over his old duties for the O'Driscolls will clean it up.

“Slow up to the left here!” Arthur says.

The gallop of the group slows as they enter a line of trees. They stash the horses and grab their weapons, ready to sneak into the camp. Kieran recognizes it. It’s one of the bigger camps, so it might be Colm here and you might be alive. Branwen steps nervously as Kieran draws a rifle from his saddle, poor thing knows his rider is nervous.

“We go in quiet.” Arthur instructs. “Charles and I are gonna go along the perimeter, take out who we can.”

“You all should wait until they see us, then you rush in and take them by surprise.” Charles adds.

“We ain’t here to kill O’Driscolls, we’re kere ta get the kid.” Arthur looks over everyone’s faces. “Ya find ‘em, ya get the hell out.”

“He’s-they probably got him in the stables.” Kieran points to the structure on the north end.

“Alright.” Arthur sighs. “You get a chance, you get in there.”

Kieran nods, a determined look on his face.

Arthur and Charles split, circling around the edge of camp. They take out the stragglers that they come across with knives or arrows and move on. Everything is going smoothly, so they move in and take out a few more stragglers. Then Arthur is spotted and he draws his gun. The stealthy invasion turns into a firefight, Javier and Sean run in and take cover behind some boxes. Kieran takes his chance and runs as fast as he can towards the stables. His rifle is clutched tightly to his chest and his legs burn with every step. He stops to shoot the O’Driscoll by the stable door and rushes inside. When he turns the corner into the open space between the stalls his breath hitches.

Colm O’Driscoll himself holds you upright, a gun to your head. Your hair is wet with blood, your skin is peppered with bruises, and you are leaning into Colm to alleviate what looks like a badly hurt leg. Colm’s twisted face is filled by a smile as he pulls the hammer back on his revolver.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the stable boy.” Colm chuckles. “The traitor.”

“Let him go.” Kieran says with a shake in his voice, his knuckles turning white as he grips his rifle.

“Never took you for the brave sort.” Colm steps backwards towards one of the exterior doors. “I remember you… Kieran, that’s it. You never quite did anything right.”

Kieran takes a step forward. He freezes when Colm presses the barrel right against your cheek, his cold laugh filling the stables. His grip around your middle tightens as he reaches the door, his arm pushing against a bad bruise and making you wince.

“You ain’t gettin’ outta here!” Kieran says.

Colm chuckles. “We will see about that, boy.”

The O’Driscoll leader puts his back to the door, a sly smirk on his face. He releases his grip on you and a second later there’s a sharp pain in your side. Colm back out of the door as you fall to the floor, clutching the knife in your stomach. Kieran rushes to you, dropping his rifle in favor of holding your head off of the dirty ground.

“Go after him.” You say, wincing as Kieran tries to lay you down more comfortably.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He says. “You’re gonna be fine.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. You can feel a tear drop onto your face as he does.

“You can’t let him get away, Kieran.” You gasp from the pain. “We’ve been hunting him for months, you can’t just-”

“I ain’t leavin’ ya here.” He presses his hand on your cheek and lightly strokes his thumb across the blood-caked skin. “I love you, I ain’t leavin’ ya.”

“Kieran, you gotta-”

“I ain’t goin’!” He says shakily as the tears roll down his cheeks. “I’m stayin’ right here, sweetheart. Right here.”

The shots from outside die down and there’s a few faint yells between the Van Der Lindes. Kieran holds you, just looking over your face, when Arthur bursts through the door with Charles behind him. They join Kieran at your side and Charles looks over the wound.

“He’s gonna be fine, Kieran.” Charles says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not too bad, we just need to get him back to camp.”

“Alright.” Arthur says. “Come on, kid. Let Charles take him.”

Arthur pulls Kieran away and Charles helps you up. You ride with Charles back to camp because he knows how to handle your injury better, but Kieran hardly takes his eyes off of you. When the group ride into camp they’re met with Strauss and his tonics. Charles helps you down and hands you off. Kieran trails behind and lingers as long as Strauss is treating you. He takes off his hat and fiddles with it as he paces. Charles and Arthur check on him, Mary-Beth brings him food that he declines, Micah makes a comment that he hardly hears but he’s sure it’s cruel.

“Mister Duffy.” Strauss says as he pulls the privacy cover back from his station. “He will be just fine, I recommend bed rest for the next few days.”

Kieran nods.

“You may take him to his tent now.” Strauss says, then he holds a finger up at the man. “Slowly. Very slowly.”

“Yes, sir.” Kieran nods, putting his hat back on his head.

You’re already sitting up when Kieran ducks into the tent. He helps you up and gives a string of apologies with every wince or groan. Very carefully, he lays you down on your bedroll.

“Do ya need anythin’? Food or somethin’?” He asks as he sets his hat down on the small table where he’d put yours when you got back earlier.

You shake your head. “Can you just stay with me, Kieran?”

“Of, uh, of course.” He takes his gun belt off in a hurry and lays down next to you, careful as he puts an arm over your bruised body and softly rests his head on your chest. “I was real worried.”

You sigh. “I know. But I’m fine.”

“You ain’t fine.” Kieran mumbles into your shirt.

“As long as you’re here, I’m perfectly fine.” You run your fingers through his hair.

Kieran clings to you a little tighter and you make yourself not wince for his sake. Kieran falls asleep fast, his rush from worry dying down now that you’re holding him again. You lay awake for a while to think about what happened, all the things Colm did to try and get you to rat on Dutch. You were strong and didn’t breathe a word, but you don’t have to be anymore. You have Kieran again, you can rest.

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