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Kitty Kat (Roman Reigns)

After a lifetime of searching, the Tribal Chief may have finally found the woman of his dreams. Post Summerslam 2024.

Warnings: SMUT (yes i know its excessive im sorry 😭)

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: This got way too long bc I talk too much. I tried to shorten it I promise but I just couldn't. I do hope you like it either way...

Song inspiration: Again - Lenny Kravitz

Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs

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He could get used to this.

As he stepped off the plane, Joe discreetly adjusted the bulge in his pants and exhaled deeply, allowing himself a giddy smile in anticipation for what was to come.

He couldn’t wait to see her again. His Kitty Kat. The interesting part was that this time, she’d flown him out to come spend the week with her, in First Class, no less. “It’s a five-hour flight from Cleveland to L.A., so I want you to be as comfortable as possible, Daddy,” she’d told him. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision being ‘flewed out’. He’d been the one flying her out in his private jet, chartering luxury vehicles to bring her to him. The reverse felt strange and would take some getting used to, but it did feel nice to be pampered and taken care of for once.

Seated comfortably in the back of the Cadillac Escalade driving him through the City of Angels, he reminisced about last night in Cleveland. It was fun to hear the crowd again, the adrenaline rush of his entrance music blaring all around the Browns Stadium. It was a long absence from wrestling for him, darkened by the passing of his father, followed by the whirlwind preparation and execution of his funeral, grand, exhausting and emotional. Kat being by his side for all of it was a precious elixir he could never repay her for, but perhaps he could start tonight.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. It was an unknown number, but against his better judgment, he answered and hoped it wasn’t some weirdo fan. “Hello?”

“You left town without telling me? I saw you all over Summerslam last night!” the shrill, familiar voice responded.

Scratch that. Now he wished it was a fan. “I know I blocked your ass. This is stalking,” was his cold greeting.

“I just want us to talk, Joe! We can’t just end things the way we did!”

“Ain’t nothin’ to talk about, Ebony. I got the DNA test I wanted. Go find your baby daddy and leave me the fuck alone.”

“Are you ever gonna forgive me? I made a mistake!” Ebony pleaded. “You didn’t even invite me to Sika’s funeral. That hurt my feelings, Joe.”

“Bitch, don’t piss me off!” Joe countered angrily. “Blurting out that I’m not Josiah’s daddy was not a mistake! I also found the messages in your phone, remember? You and your little group chat laughed at me, laughed about me raising a kid that ain't mine!”

“That’s a female ass trait, y’know, lookin’ through my phone and invading my privacy!” Ebony complained.

“You can invade these nuts,” Joe dismissed, “You cheated on me and lied about the paternity of your son! That’s enough for me to wash my hands off of you and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

For a second, Ebony was quiet. Then, “Let me guess. You’re with that uppity rich bitch. She was at your dad’s funeral, both of y'all looked so cozy in the videos. She's the reason you don’t wanna work things out, right? Weren’t you seeing her before we broke up? Who’s the cheater now, huh?”

Joe scoffed in disbelief. After all she’d done to make his life a living hell, she was still gaslighting him. “We were over long before I started seeing her. I only hung around cuz I thought the kid you were carrying was mine. Don’t act like your whorish toxic ways didn’t drive me into her arms in the first place! You broke us up, so I’ve moved on from your evil ass. Simple.”

Ebony kissed her teeth. “You are so disrespectful to me, always have been. You never cared about me. It was all about your fucking wrestling. You were always gone! I was lonely! I needed you and you didn't give a shit!”

“So that’s why you opened your legs for some bum, got knocked up, and lied that I was the father? You disrespected yourself!” He felt himself getting riled up and had to compose himself. He would not let his ex ruin his day. “Imma make this clear so even you can understand. We. Are. Done. Call me again and it’s my attorney you’ll be talking to.” Cutting off the call, he then blocked the number and deleted it for added measure.

Fuck that ho.

Anyway, back to his girl, Kat. It had been an amazing few months so far with her. Of course, he’d googled her in the beginning, asked Heyman to run a background check to make sure she was legit and not a psychopath like his ex. Katrina Sullivan was one of the most famous music producers in the world and the top executive at her renowned publishing label. She was a big time player in her industry just like he was, a star in her own right, and it was a match made in Heaven.

Not only was she incredibly beautiful, but sex with her was a wild ride. She gave him a run for his money whenever they fucked. She was all about new experiences and wasn’t too prissy to fuck inside a car or suck him off outside a dive bar. He blushed every time he remembered the freaky shit they got up to after his loss at Wrestlemania. Long story short, she made him feel much better about dropping the belt. He loved that she loved sex as much as he did, and if he wasn’t hooked on her before, he was completely addicted after that night.

And it wasn’t all about the physical. There was an emotional bond they shared, a connection that he’d never felt with anyone else before her. Talking with her felt like talking with a friend. He would unload his good days and bad days on her and she would listen to all of it without passing judgment. He did the same for her and was proud to be the one she learned to trust after her own past heartbreaks. Joe wished he’d had the courage to leave Ebony earlier. Perhaps he would have found the woman who had become his peace, his safe haven, and closed the hole in his heart much, much sooner.

A Google Map search helped him find the best florist in town. The ladies in the shop ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the beautiful bouquet of roses he bought and how lucky his lady was. But he thought he was the lucky one. As he took a deep breath and inhaled the flowers, he felt his stomach flutter at the thought of her beautiful face, her smile, her warm embrace. Joe knew he was in love, but he didn’t quite know how to tell her yet. It was weird enough that he lowkey felt like a thot being flown out. He really didn’t mind, though. All he wanted was to be with her and just be in her presence, in her aura. He would tell her when he was ready.

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Kat’s mansion was the stuff of dreams. Isolated on the hills of the Pacific Palisades overlooking lush Californian greenery, it was one of her rewards as the most in-demand producer in music today. The living room segued into the kitchen, which welcomed him with the smell of freshly cooked food. Pasted to her stainless steel refrigerator by a small circular ‘Acknowledge Me’ magnet, was a note from her saying that she’d just headed out for a last-minute meeting and directed him to the oven where a warm skillet of sirloin steak and seasoned roasted potatoes waited for him. She had also stocked her fridge with his Megafit meals along with C4 Energy drinks and a few bottles of her own branded tequila. His baby was spoiling him rotten and he was digging it.

He first put the fresh flowers in a vase he filled with water before settling down to eat. He wished she was here with him, but he understood more than anyone how busy things could be when you were at the top of your game. He was proud of her and wanted her to get all the coins she deserved. Halfway through his meal, he pulled out his phone and checked on her.

After dinner, he embarked on a little tour around her breathtaking abode which ended up taking several minutes to complete. Joe had some nice homes of his own around the globe, but this floored them all. The edifice dripped with luxury and was crafted to perfection, just like his Kitty Kat was. He enjoyed the gorgeous city view from her balcony as he sipped on some tequila. Her bathroom was spacious and had a waterfall shower that he luxuriated in when he stepped inside. One side of her walk-in wardrobe was lined with an assortment of brand new t-shirts, pants and dress shirts all for him. Of course she knew his size; she’d ripped his clothing off of him on many occasions. His stomach was doing flips as the time continued to tick by. It was hilarious that the big bad Tribal Chief was acting all giddy at the mere thought of a woman, but here he was, entangled in her expensive satin sheets, counting down the minutes until she was back in his arms.

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The sound of running water jerked him awake. The plane ride must have worn him out more than he thought; he didn’t even realize when he fell asleep. The sky outside was now pitch black but the bathroom lights were switched on. As he sat upright in the bed, something rolled down his bare chest and onto his lap. He looked down and his breath hitched. A sheer, baby pink-colored thong, just removed. Unable to resist, he held it up to his nose and shivered as her sensual aroma filled his nostrils and sent all his blood rushing south. With newfound enthusiasm, he climbed out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom.

Katrina’s back was turned to him, standing over the tub as she drained the bath. Draped in a fluffy lilac bathrobe that barely covered her backside as she bent over, Joe chose to stand there and admire her, letting his eyes follow the rivulets of water that trickled down her long shapely legs. He trailed his gaze along the backs of her knees and her oh-so-sexy thighs, stopping at her luscious derrière where he found her pussy lips, slick and glistening, winking at him. He groaned out loud at the sight, feeling his bulge stir in his drawstring shorts.

Alerted by the noise he made, Kat spun around and sighed. "Oh, damn," she frowned and bounced her fist against her thigh.

Joe raised an eyebrow at her reaction. “Did I frighten you?”

“Not really. I wanted to wake you up by sucking your dick.”

Chuckling heartily, he stepped closer. "You still can, baby. Don’t let me stop you,” he said, sealing their lips together in a kiss he’d been thinking about for weeks. He held her tight, molding their bodies together as time seemed to stop all around them. The anticipation had been building all day and just this moment alone was worth the long wait.

Joe sighed happily against her lips, his fingers massaging the back of her neck. “Mmm, I can tell you missed me. Did you miss me, baby?”

“You know I did, Daddy,” she whispered back. It had been months in the making, but Kat was thrilled that he was finally here in her humble abode. She pulled back to regard him, marveling at the sheer height and width of him, his bare, broad chest showcasing that beautiful tattoo and all those muscles. Fuck, he was so hot. “I saw the roses in the kitchen, they’re beautiful,” she said.

“Not as beautiful as you are, baby,” Joe answered, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip. “How was your meeting?”

Kat huffed and rolled her eyes. “Waste of my time. Don’t really wanna talk about it,” she added, changing the topic to a more exciting one. “You looked so good last night, babe. I could see how happy you were to be back.”

“I was,” he admitted, his light brown eyes lighting up. “Bro, hearing the fans go bananas when my music hit was insane. And all those fingers in the air, too. Four years of bustin' my ass finally paying off.”

“Huh. I had one finger out too, but it wasn’t in the air, and I was layin’ in bed. Naked,” Kat teased, fluttering her long eyelashes at him.

The thought of her writhing around in bed aroused by his show of violence caused another tightening in his shorts. With a growl in his voice, he responded, "Show me."

“Wait.” She put up one hand before he could grab her. “Before we get started…I never got to ask you because we were so busy with the funeral…But did you take the DNA test?” she asked, watching with dismay as his face fell. He looked away with a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, something she learned he did when he was reeling in his emotions.

“Yeah. Josiah’s not mine,” he replied sadly.

Two distinct emotions of her own rushed through Kat at this news. Relief, that he was no longer tied to Ebony and he could now, finally, move on with his life. Move on with her. Disappointment, on his behalf, knowing that he had enjoyed getting to know the baby boy he’d thought was his child. “I’m so sorry,” was all she could muster.

“Don’t be. At least I know the truth now. I care about the kid, but he’s not my responsibility any more,” he choked out, the sting of losing that sweet little boy still raw and painful.

“Oh, baby.” Kat rubbed her hands up and down his broad back to soothe him. She regretted downing the mood and sought to fix it. “What can I do?”

Joe shook his head and sank into her embrace. “Just be with me, like this. I wanna be with you. Thank you for bringing me out here, it’s exactly what I needed.”

“Of course. You know I gotchu,” she assured him, butterflies sprouting inside her belly as he dropped feather-light kisses on her neck, trailing along her shoulder which was soon bare as he slipped off her robe and dropped it to the floor. She tugged down his shorts and her hungry gaze zeroed in on that other part of him that she missed. All those FaceTime calls and selfies did very little justice to the real thing. This was his first time on her turf, and she was determined to use this week wisely, especially as this extended period didn’t quite exist before.

In the beginning, their meetings were brief and eventful, a couple of hours’ escape from the madness going on in their individual lives. Meet up, scorch the sheets, and wake to the sound of the rustle of clothes pulled from the floor, the sharp zipping of bags, quick kisses goodbye followed by the front door quietly clicking open and shut. At each other’s mercy at sunset then disappearing before dawn to resume reality. It was a thrill at first but as time passed, Kat realized she wanted more with him. She wanted to begin and end her days in his sturdy arms. Wanted them to shower together, to eat together and spend much more time together. Simply put, she wanted to be a real couple, and she was ecstatic when he confessed that he wanted the same. Coming to L.A. was a great start and it excited Kat to no end.

Hand in hand, they walked together, naked, out of the bathroom. She giggled as he followed closely behind her, kissing her neck and touching her body along the way. As they reached the bed, Joe noticed the bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket full of ice on the nightstand. Kat read his mind. “Just a lil’ sumn to celebrate your arrival,” she clarified, as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs. His gaze was soft, yet beautifully intense as he ran his hands up her thighs and her hips, cupping her backside and bringing her even closer to him. He pressed his lips to her stomach, adorning her belly with gentle, open-mouthed kisses that felt so good she moaned pleasurably in approval.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered against her brown skin, his voice clear yet filled with a vulnerability he’d never felt before.

Kat smiled down at him. “Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“For real?” His heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure she could hear it.

Her smile widened as she loosened his ponytail, letting the long dark locks fall and frame his breathtaking features like the angel he was. Her angel. “Yeah. I mean…After everything we’ve shared, after getting to know the beautiful person that you are, of course I’m in love with you too.”

They were words he’d been hoping to hear from her for a while now, and now that he had, he was robbed of every sensation other than joy and peace and the burning need to make love to her nonstop for the rest of his stay in the West Coast. “You’re beautiful too, baby girl,” he rasped, drawing her back in, “So fuckin’ beautiful…”

They clung to each other, making out with increasing passion, both of them extremely aroused and more desperate than ever in the wake of this wonderful revelation. As they kissed, he slipped one hand over her breast, kneading gently, eliciting from her those purring sounds that earned her sexy little nickname. He missed his Kitty Kat so much. The last time they were together was at his father’s funeral, and he couldn't be with her the way he wanted to be. Now that they were all alone there was nothing stopping him from having his way with her.

But apparently, she had other plans.

She pushed him hard in the chest, smirking at his surprised grunt as he hit the mattress rather unceremoniously. “Get in,” she instructed him.

He frowned petulantly at her, but did as he was told, dragging himself backwards up the bed with his eyes on her at all times. He felt his mouth go dry as she crawled towards him on all fours like the sexy ass kitten she was. As she reached the space between his open legs, she surprised him by picking up her thong and winding it around his wrists, securing it tight before pushing his arms over his head.

“Baby…” he pouted.

“Shhhh,” Kat shushed him quietly, thrilled by the submission in his eyes, the surrender in his soft moan, his dick hard and erect in anticipation. Having control over a man like him felt so empowering. Though sexually submissive to him, Kat always enjoyed it when the roles were switched. It never lasted long though, so she planned to make the most of it.

Climbing back down his body, she rubbed her hands on the expanse of his thighs, his caramel skin warm beneath her fingers. She moved higher, coming dangerously close to the pleasure between his legs but avoiding it, for now. She wanted to touch it but the wait was more exciting. Her hands disappeared to squeeze his ass cheeks, and then reappeared over his hips, traveling along the sharpened ridges of his six-pack abs and up to his broad chest. Her body followed suit, sliding up until her thighs bracketed his sides. The little hiss that escaped him as she sat on his torso thrilled her; she knew right away that he could feel her warm moistness against his skin. Her fingers found his nipples next, toying with them before leaning in to lick them, and giggled with amusement when his dick sprang high enough to smack against her backside.

“Fuck, baby, feel what you do to me?” Joe hissed, his cock jumping again as her mouth warmed his neck, nibbling on the shell of his ear as she whispered to him in the softest, deadliest timbre:

"I’m just getting started, big guy."

Sitting upright on top of him, she reached for the ice bucket, scooping out an ice cube in the shape of an exquisite diamond. The ravenous look in Joe’s eyes matched hers as she sipped on the cube, letting the cold melt on her tongue and travel down her throat. Then, she bent down and kissed him, her cold tongue quickly warming up from the heat of his mouth. The wet muscles moved together in a sweet dance, delightedly intertwining, obsessed with the taste of each other. Kat pressed the ice cube to his chest, giggling when he jerked from the cold, and drew figure eights with it, watching rivulets of water trickle down the sides of his body. She put the ice cube on his right nipple and watched it harden. Then she replaced the ice with her warm mouth on his cold nipple.

“Shit, baby you killin’ me,” he moaned, looking on with hooded eyelids as she kissed down his body. She stopped between his legs, bowing her body in front of his erection, long and thick and hard, precum glistening on his slit. Her tongue darted out to taste it, licking her lips with pleasure. Giving him a sly wink, she took the tip of his dick in her mouth and sucked, winding her tongue around the head like a hungry snake. The moan that escaped his lips was needy and borderline painful, causing her eyes to light up in triumph.

“When I get my hands on you…” he growled, his expression almost pissed, but Kat knew better. His frustration mingled with his lack of control, control she’d taken from him all day by calling the shots from his travel to the food he ate. The sensual power play continued as she massaged his dick, the thick velvety flesh twitching in her hands as his hands twitched in his makeshift binds. Using the flat of her tongue, she licked up and down his shaft, making slurping sounds that were drowned out by his groans as she spread her saliva all over his dick. She was addicted. He tasted so good and she craved to have her fill.

Putting a smaller ice cube in her mouth, she chewed it, crushing the ice with her teeth. From there, she hugged his dick with her lips, dousing the heat of his flesh with the coldness of her throat. Tiny bits of ice melted against his shaft as she sucked and tongued every inch of him. She could feel his chest heaving and his abs crunching, could hear his strangled moans as he got warmer and got harder in her mouth. He was right where she wanted him. Resting her weight on his burly thighs, she moaned to him to let go, and smiled when seconds later a shout burst from him, his hips arching off the bed as he unloaded down her throat. She drank her fill of him, glancing up to watch the pleasure ravage his huge body, giving a little smile as he floated down back to earth.

“Oh my god…” he breathed, his body jerking when she pulled away, letting his dick, slick with her spit and his cum, plop down on his thigh. With one more long, soft kiss to his length, she slithered back up his body, pressing her lips to his for a sweet, delicate kiss which heavily contrasted with the heaviness of his dick brushing along her now-wet opening. Pleasing him turned her on in a way her notoriously composed self could never comprehend.

“You came so hard for me, baby. The look on your face was everything,” Kat gifted him a teasing lash of her tongue against his as she ran her hands up his arms to toy with the sheer material holding him hostage. Lifting her body up, she slowly sank down on his dick, a gasp slipping from her when the smooth tip pierced through her soft, slick folds, enabling her to wind her hips to take him all the way in. They both moaned as the thickness of him nudged her sweet spot, coaxing a whine out of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him close, making out with him while slowly rocking her body back and forth, grinding her clit on him. It stunned her to this day, how she was able to take him all, his length and girth filling her and hitting her most sensitive spot right away. The power that coursed through her at making him succumb to her will, no different from any pinning combination or submission move, was intoxicating. Her moans and his groans reverberated through the bedroom, the air thick with the scent of sex as she loved on him.

“Untie me. Now,” Joe commanded out of nowhere, the roughness of his tone surprising Kat. One look at the power and pleasure on his beautiful face told her he was not taking no for an answer. Obediently, she reached up and unraveled the underwear from around his wrists, and she had barely tossed it aside when his hands came around her, finding her backside and thrusting deeper into her. Finally, he could touch her the way he wanted. He loved her ass, enjoyed the feel of it gyrating against his palms. He landed a heavy-handed slap on it, making her burrow her face in his neck with a soft cry, the sound growing more desperate as his fingers caressed the supple flesh of her ass while grinding up into her, making her feel so good.

“Such a badass bitch, yet so weak for me. Weak for this dick,” he purred to her with a kiss to her shoulder. The wicked gleam in his eyes had Kat both frustrated and aroused, but the unmistakable glimpse of lust clouding those eyes showed he was just as weak for her. With every downward motion of her hips, she could see him become more mesmerized, his breaths huskier, his face contorting with unbridled bliss as her pussy squeezed his length in deep, throbbing pulls. Sensing him trying to regain control, she beat him to it, pushing up and steadying herself on top of him. With both hands planted on his strong chest, she adjusted her legs in a squat and began bouncing on his dick, up and down, fucking him, taking from him what she wanted, giving him what he needed.

“Fuck, that’s it, kitten, ride the shit outta my dick,” Joe groaned, his huge hands now clamped around her waist. “I’m here now, baby. I gotchu. Take it out on me, take all that stress out on me.” It was a wonder to watch her, her knees up and wide apart, treating him to the sight of her moist flesh gliding all the way down his turgid flesh and back up, leaving the base of his dick a wet, slippery mess. It looked incredible and felt even better. “You so wet for me, baby girl,” he rasped, reaching up to massage her bouncing breasts. “I love it when you use me. You love using Daddy’s big dick, huh?”

"Yes, Daddy I love it...Shiiit, oh my goddd!" Kat threw her head back, her moans shaky, her body trembling on top of him as waves of ecstasy washed over her thanks to the orgasm wracking her from head to toe.

“Unnhh yeah, come for Daddy, come on my dick,” he moaned back to her, his full lips parted and panting, his eyes boring into hers as he watched her come undone. Overcome with passion, he sat upright and tugged her flush against him, his breath hitching as the action sank him even deeper into her. He needed to hold her to him, needed to make her all his. “I ain’t pullin’ out,” he announced, moving her on him again, “I'ma come all up inside you, baby.”

His words sank in, but any coherent answer she had disappeared with another rake of his dick against her g-spot. Wordlessly, Kat snuggled into his warm embrace, locking her arms and legs around him as she continued to grind on him in a deliciously erotic rhythm. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Joe planted a big kiss upon her throat, her jaw, then her lips, enjoying the taste of her moans as his hips rolled along with hers like a choreographed dance. Emotions were high as they joined as one, surrounded by the sounds of the newfound love they were finally expressing to each other. The mattress bounced beneath them, the legless bed rocking in tune with their heated bodies rocking on top of it. Every worry they had was gone and replaced with a hunger and need for the other that they both knew they would never be able to satiate.

"I love you," Joe whispered, pushing her hair out of her eyes to gaze into them.

“I love you too, baby...oh fuck,” Kat panted, burying her face in his shoulder, her hands sliding down to grip his ass as she bucked her hips like a mad woman. Joe moved with her, not missing a single beat. His own release was building fast within him, too fast. The blood was pounding in his head and tightening his balls as her pussy squeezed his cock so tight he was having a hard time catching his breath. They soon realized they were climaxing together, both shaking from the intense, throbbing waves of pleasure. Kat’s toes curled into the sheets as she felt his warm fluid gushing into her pussy just like he wanted, felt his body pulse as hard as his dick pulsing deep inside of her. No piece of music, no music video she created could ever compare to the magic she made with this incredible man, ever be as beautiful as the sight of his face scrunching up helplessly as his orgasm consumed him. So she kept her eyes on him for as long as she could, watching all the emotions sweep his gorgeous visage like an unforgettable movie.

An eternity later, their movements slowed, their breathing calmed, their hearts racing as one as the world returned to normal. Joe felt light as air as he fell back onto the bed, Kat melting into him with her head on his chest, where his heart beat for her. He was still inside her and she kept him there, wanted to be filled with all his love in the very best way.

“Welcome home, my love,” she giggled, soothed by his own throaty chuckle vibrating against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed her forehead. She wished she could bottle the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his soft lips, bottle this very moment forever.

“Glad to be home, my love,” he answered, his fingers caressing her back as he kissed her mouth. “I can tell my time in L.A. is gonna be fun.”

"Mm-hmm. We got all week, Daddy," Kat eyed him with a sly smile, tracing her manicured index finger along his tattooed pectoral, "Like I said, we're just getting started."

THE END.

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Leather and Lace - Chapter 15: Feelings Revealed

PART 1 - I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU

Summary: You finally confront Arthur about how you feel about him, and force him to make a decision, whether you are ready for the answer or not.

*This is a long one and will be broken up into multiple parts.

*Special thanks to the wonderfully talented @rivetingrosie4 for beta reading this for me.

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Arthur isn’t sure how it happened. He let his guard down, that’s for damn sure. Some bounty hunter had recognized him when you and Arthur were in Ourey last week. He had a tip that Arthur was in the area, but not sure exactly where. And as luck would have it, the hunter was in the saloon for a drink when he just happened to glance over his shoulder and see the very man he was looking for sitting at a table in the corner with a lady, chatting away without worry, like the world wasn't on his back.

Earlier this morning, Josiah Trelawny had come to the camp, asking if you could tend to one of the locals in need of medical attention. There still aren't too many doctors in this area, and this particular fellow is a friend of Josiah's. Dutch agreed to let you go, as long as you got paid for your trouble, of course. And, naturally, Arthur insisted that he be your escort.

After the two of you had made a brief stop in town for needed medical supplies, this bounty hunter spotted Arthur again. He followed the two of you at a distance, careful to not let Arthur catch on that he was being followed. The hunter patiently lingered in the woods that lined the house while you two tended to the sick individual. And once you had left the homestead, he tailed you and Arthur, waiting for the opportunity to take down one, Arthur Morgan.

And now, this bounty hunter has you as his hostage.

The clouds in the sky dance playfully around the sun, alternating sunlight and shadows upon the Earth's surface below as the three of you stand in the clearing. The bounty hunter pulls you tight against him as your hands clutch at his forearm, which has a vice-grip around your shoulders. He holds a well-used revolver to your head with the other. His hot breath carries across your neck and stinks of tooth-rot as his face hovers close to yours. You can feel his torso and hips dig into your backside and it makes your skin just crawl with repulsion.

But the hunter is not focused on you. He stares past your shoulder at the man who is his main target. A sneer of superiority crosses the hunter's lips, exposing his blackened and snaggled teeth. He triumphantly displays his upper hand to Arthur, elated that he has discovered the notorious outlaw's weakness. You.

You watch Arthur's expression turn from surprise at being snuck up on, to one of outrage. His jaw clenches, and you can see the muscles of his face twitch as he grits his teeth together. His beautiful blue eyes, always a beacon for you to stare into, have turned hard and icy gray. Arthur's shoulders square and set, seeming to add another few inches to his already intimidating stature. Although you have heard of how menacing Arthur Morgan can be, you have rarely seen it yourself in person. And it is a terrifying thing to witness. In fact, the last time you saw him this angry was the day the two of you met. And unfortunately, it was a similar scenario then, as well.

"Let her go," Arthur grits out in a low, calm voice. "She ain’t got nothing to do with this."

But the bounty hunter only laughs at Arthur's request, as if it is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. "Since when do you give a damn about anyone else, Morgan? Hmmm?" And then the hunter's face changes to an exaggeratedly surprised expression as if he just had a profound realization. "Oooo, wait a minute now. You like this one, don’t you, Morgan?" He turns his face into yours just slightly, but keeps his steely eyes trained on Arthur. "I can see why. She’s real nice." He begins to rub his face along yours, taunting Arthur. "Nice and soft. Skin so pretty. It'd be a real shame if something were to happen to this face." His hand creeps up to cup under your chin, pulling your head back to him even tighter as he shoves the barrel of his gun harder into your temple, causing a quick and soft gasp to escape your dry lips.

Arthur's face contorts just slightly, breaking his cold exterior for just a fraction of a second. And in doing so, it reveals to the hunter that he has indeed hit a nerve, causing a smug smile to dance across his mouth.

"You best get your damn grimy hands off of her," Arthur threatens, his voice almost a growl now and his hands balling into fists of rage. "I ain't gonna tell you again." Arthur's warning sends shivers down your spine as you hear the words drop from his lips. His movements and tone are so slow and deliberate, with a menacing air that radiates off of his body so acutely that you almost do not recognize the man standing in front of you.

The bounty hunter just grins horribly and opens his mouth to drag his tongue along your cheek, further provoking Arthur. The act makes you close your eyes and whimper in disgust. You slowly open your eyes again and keep them on Arthur, not wavering from his gaze. You don’t cry or beg while being held by this pig, but remain perfectly still. The only thing that betrays your anxiety is how your body trembles ever so slightly from your broken breathing.

Arthur can clearly see the fear in your wide eyes. It makes him angry--both at this man, and at himself, for putting you in this situation. He will kill this man for his transgression. There is no doubt about that. It's not as if Arthur likes killing. But he has killed men for far less noble reasons than protecting you. So it stands to reason that this man's end is most certainly inevitable now.

As you stand there with the cold metal of a gun barrel digging into your temple, and with this horrible man pressed against you, you suddenly realize that the reason you are afraid is not so much that you could die right now, but that you could die without Arthur knowing that you love him. Before this moment, you have never divulged your heart's secret to him. And now, you may never get a chance to. You may never hold him or to ever know what it is like to properly kiss him. And worse yet, you'd never know if Arthur ever felt the same about you in return.

As the two men stare each other down, the air goes very still—as quiet as a cemetery at night. You can see Arthur's muscles tense like a spring ready to snap. Your chest begins to heave, drawing air into your lungs much faster now. Your heart races with anticipation. You watch Arthur like a hawk, your gaze never wavering from his. And then you see it. You see Arthur's eyes cast down ever so slightly. The hunter doesn't even notice, but you do. And your eyes go even wider with the recognition of it. It's a clear signal of which direction you will need to move.

Faster than what seems humanly possible, Arthur's body explodes into motion, pulling his gun from its holster. The mere second you see his muscles twitch, you let your body go absolutely limp like a wet string in the hunter's grasp. You slip through the man’s arms and drop down to his feet, crumpling hard to the ground. You cover your head with your hands and your knee knocks into your jaw as you curl into a ball as tightly as possible.

Three gunshots crack loudly through the air, echoing off of the treeline and ringing in your ears. You hear a loud, wet thud next to you, thick and heavy as a body hits the dirt. You are hesitant to look up, but you quickly realize that it can't be Arthur. The sound is too close in proximity to you to be him. You slowly lift your head and look over to see the bounty hunter lying motionless next to you. His eyes are wide open and still carrying the look of shock in them. You take quick note of the red weeping holes in his chest. Of the three shots that rang out, two were fired by Arthur, both hitting the hunter with deadly accuracy, with the third shot being a feeble attempt by the hunter to squeeze off a hit before bullets tore through his chest and he slumped to the ground.

But it is silent once again, now. The only sound you hear is your own heavy, terrified breathing as the smell of gunpowder lingers in the air. You stare at the dead man, confirming that he will not be a threat to you any longer. Speechless, you then turn your wide and shining eyes up at Arthur, still trying to catch your breath. Arthur stands perfectly still, a calm now settling over him. This is not a new sight for him, but one that he has been forced to pursue repeatedly. While you are sitting in the dirt, stunned, Arthur seems unphased by the dead body lying ungracefully in a heap on the ground. Sighing, he holsters his gun and slowly walks over to you.

Arthur looks down at you, tilting his head slightly. "You ok?" His voice is soft and concerned. You can only nod silently as he extends his hand down to help you stand.

You place your trembling hand into his much larger one. And in this very moment, the strength that you find there provides a comfort to you that you could not have possibly imagined. His other hand slides under your elbow, providing extra support as he carefully assists you to stand, checking that you have not been harmed in any way.

Once you've come to your feet, you suddenly launch yourself into Arthur's chest, throwing your arms tightly around his neck before he can stop you. For you, it is the safest place to be right now. Your eyes screw shut as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, your arms encircling his shoulders as you cling to him tightly. And instead of recoiling, Arthur evenly returns the gesture. A flood of relief washes over him, now that you are safe in his arms. You feel his strong arms circle around your waist and back, holding you securely to his broad chest as his chin drops to hover above your shoulder, his cheek pressed into your hair.

You still have yet to cry, but you are trembling terribly. And he holds you even closer, his hand sliding up to cradle your head now, in an effort to soothe your shaking. "It's alright," his voice floats from his lips as they hover next to your ear. "I got ya, girl. I always got you."

The two of you stay this way for several minutes, not another word spoken. You feel the nervous energy drain from you as Arthur holds you to him. His body pulls it from you and replaces it with his own body heat. Finally, you pull back from him and you gaze into each other's eyes. Your lids flutter at the wave of love you feel for him. Your gaze floats from his vividly blue eyes to his lips. You want so desperately to kiss him.

Arthur's breathing hitches slightly as he notices your chest beginning to float up and down as your heart rate speeds up at the thought of it. He catches you studying his face, your eyes lingering on his mouth. Your hands begin to slide from behind his neck, and across the plane of his shoulders, before gliding down along his arms. Your hands grasp slightly at the bulk of the muscles they find there as they travel. And suddenly, your fingers feel something wet. The quick change in sensation yanks you from your romantic reverie. You look away from his face and down to where your right hand lingers on his bicep and see bright crimson red seeping through the fabric of his green shirt.

"Your arm!" you gasp softly, blinking the fog away from your mind. The sight of Arthur's blood sharply startles you and quickly pulls your mind out of the clouds.

Confused, Arthur stares at you for a moment, not even paying attention to what you're saying, before looking down at himself. He sees the blood on his shirt from where the hunter's stray bullet cut across his arm, but quickly dismisses it. "It’s just a graze, I’m alright." He gives you a weak smile.

"We need to wrap this," you stutter, trying to collect your thoughts and pull yourself together. Looking around for your horse, you whistle for Blue as Arthur has taught you. The horse picks his head up at the sound and quickly comes trotting over to you from the bushes where he's been grazing. You hurry to get bandages out of your saddle bag and begin to wrap the cotton around Arthur's arm to quell the bleeding. Arthur says nothing, but simply watches your every move as you work. A grin pulls at his lips as he watches how you fuss over him, amused at how your attention has been drastically redirected. His eyes cascade from your beautiful hair, now a disheveled mess, and over your face before settling to your hands and delicate fingers, now painted red with his blood.

Suddenly, off in the distance, you begin to hear voices and hoofbeats. Arthur's head snaps up to attention, his eyes narrowing as he tries to focus on the direction it’s coming from. It could be colleagues of the bounty hunter, or it could simply be passers-by. But either way, the two of you should not be found with a dead man. As you tie-off the bandage around his bicep, Arthur sets his hands on both of your arms in urgency. "C'mon, we need to get out of here."

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Thankfully, you and Arthur make it back to camp with no more distractions after that. Once you arrive home, you quickly pull Arthur to your med tent to stitch up the gash in his arm from the bullet graze. With that properly taken care of, you split up and head to your own tents to get cleaned up and settle down after the afternoon's events. Eventually, you both wander back to join the rest of the gang who have gathered around the main fire, where you are met with curious faces when they notice Arthur's bandage and the exhausted expressions upon both your faces. With a cup of hot coffee in your hand (and a whiskey bottle in Arthur's) you begin to recount the day's events about the bounty hunter to your friends.

"It's a good thing Arthur was there, then," suggests Abigail when you finish speaking, her eyes dancing back and forth between you and Arthur with a soft approving smile on her face.

From where he sits perched upon an overturned crate, Micah snorts a laugh of disbelief at her statement. "Well, that’s one way to look at it." He leans over to spit dismissively into the grass at his feet. "The way I see it, that piece of shit was there for Arthur, not her," he emphasizes with a wave in your direction. "She wouldn't have been in trouble in the first place if it weren't for him. So it’s more like Arthur was damn lucky he was able to pull that off without getting either of their asses shot. No?"

Leave it to Micah Bell to try and stir things up. Especially when it comes to Arthur.

You pitch a heated glare at Micah over the plumes of smoke that dance in the air, one that matches the burning embers that you all are sitting around. "You have no idea what you're even talki-"

"He’s right," Arthur confesses, cutting you off mid-sentence before you can rant and tear into the weasley man sitting across from you. He takes another gulp from the whiskey bottle and casually stretches his leg out a bit and resettles his weight to get more comfortable. You snap your head to look from Micah to Arthur now, his statement halting you in your tracks. You simply stare incredulously at Arthur, eyes blinking in disbelief.

"I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you just said," the sarcasm dripping from your voice as you shake your head at this nonsense. "It sounds like you said that 'Micah Bell is right'?"

"If that guy hadn’t known me, he may have just passed us by." Arthur keeps his tone calm and stares into your eyes as if to drill this belief into your stubborn head.

"Or he would have just killed us both!" you interject, your voice getting more annoyed by the second as you ball the fabric of your skirt into your hands.

"I shouldn’t have taken you out of camp," he argues back stubbornly, his grip tightening on the neck of the whiskey bottle in his hand. "Should've had Charles do it."

"You always do th-!" your voice raises now as you start to get angry.

"Either way, it’s done now," Dutch's deep voice booms sharply from where he’s sitting by the fire. His voice cuts through the mounting tension between you and Arthur, his hand slicing through the air in the finality of discussion. "No harm done. (Y/N)’s fine, that fella’s dead, Arthur is in one piece. It's over." Like a parent reprimanding his children, Dutch's tone is firm and unyielding in ending this argument before it can even begin. His dark eyes dart menacingly back and forth between you and Arthur, just waiting for any protest.

You bite your tongue as you hold Arthur's gaze with an unspoken irritation. After a moment of silence, Arthur abruptly gets up and storms off, intent on hiding away in his tent before he can say or do something stupid that he'll regret.

Your eyes follow him, glaring angrily out of frustration, desperately trying to ignore the stinging sensation of tears about to spill forth. The only sound to be heard is the crackling and popping of the fire in front of you.

From where she sits next to you, Abigail places a comforting hand upon your arm and sighs in disappointment. "Just let it go, (Y/N). Let him wallow."

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The next few days are odd, to say the least. Arthur isn't specifically ignoring you, but he is definitely distracted and in his own head. There is much work to do in camp, so the distraction is welcome, but he is certainly conflicted. A few days ago, he was finally ready to sit you down and profess his affections for you; to finally come clean and speak out loud what has been rolling around in his head and bubbling in his heart for quite some time. But now, that horrible self-doubt is creeping its way back in, like ivy that climbs up the garden wall. And he feels guilty about it, too. One minute you two are inseparable, the next he won't come near you with a ten-foot pole. It has to be confusing to you, he figures. It has to be, seeing as it confuses the hell out of him, too.

Today, Arthur and Micah are riding out to follow a lead on a job. Normally, Arthur does not care to work jobs with Micah. But with John and Javier out on another route, and Bill and Charles each following their own leads, these two men are left for Dutch to send out. The two set out and make their way over to the next town to meet a man about a tip on a supply run. And with Arthur being quieter than usual, it doesn't take long for Micah to start running his mouth.

"You still poutin' over that mess with the bounty hunter, Morgan?" Micah glances over at the other man and his horse, a merciless tease in his voice as he pokes at what he knows is still a sensitive subject.

Arthur gives no answer except more silence and a scowl that deepens as he sits stiffly in his saddle while they travel the dusty road.

Micah gives a slight shrug at Arthur's lack of response. "Maybe that was an eye-opening experience?"

"What in the hell are you going on about now, Micah?" the outlaw asks irritably, finally giving Micah a brief glance in acknowledgement.

"Oh I don't know, I'm just thinking out loud is all," he says, feigning innocence. "But I'm just wondering if (Y/N) is really meant for this kind of life."

Arthur says nothing, but his eyes shift from Micah back to the path ahead of them at the thought. Micah takes quick notice at how Arthur's shoulders tense and his eyes become harder.

"I'm starting to wonder if she'd be better off without you, Arthur. I mean, let's be honest, she really don't fit in too well with the likes of us, now does she?" Micah pauses to gauge the reaction. And he sneers to see he's succeeding in getting under Arthur's skin and decides to keep prodding. "If you really like (Y/N) that much, maybe you should just stay away from her. She'd be a hell of a lot safer that way, don't you think?" Micah smirks to himself as he plants the seed into Arthur's brain. But of course, he'd swoop in on you in a heartbeat if Arthur were out of the way. “It's kinda selfish if you ask me, cowpoke.”

"Yeah, well good thing I didn’t ask you!" Arthur shouts, finally tired of Micah's needling.

Micah drops the reins of his horse for a moment and holds his hands up in surrender. "Now hold on, I didn't mean anything by it. Like I said, I'm just talking out loud here. But one of these days, that woman is gonna realize she don’t belong here with us, Arthur. And you’ll wake up one morning, or come back to camp, and..." he makes a gesture with his hand like smoke dissipating into the air, "... she’ll be gone.”

This statement makes Arthur freeze in his tracks. Although this is an idea that has been festering in the back of his mind for a while now, it is something he is not prepared to hear out loud. And certainly not something to be pointed out by the likes of Micah Bell. "Can you just shut your mouth for one damn moment so we can get this job done?!" Arthur snaps.

Micah says nothing, but holds his hands up again with a shrug.

This conversation germinates in Arthur's mind and puts him in a foul mood for days afterwards. He keeps a distance from everyone, including you. You don’t take too much offense to it at first, since you understand that Arthur sometimes gets in his own head, often needing solitude for lengths of time. Especially after running a job with Micah Bell. In fact, the space is actually a bit convenient right now, since you're trying to keep away from Arthur as well.

The run-in with the bounty hunter has forced you to take a hard look at your situation. You need to decide if you should finally confront Arthur and tell him how you feel about him. The thought of losing him the other day was almost too much for you to bear. But you are also well aware of Arthur's misgivings about personal attachments. You do not want to force Arthur into a scenario that he is not comfortable with. And, while Arthur is worried about endangering you, you are worried about being his weakness, his liability. That bounty hunter was quick to realize that you were the way to get to Arthur. Fortunately, Arthur was more than capable of dealing with that idiot. But what if he wasn't? What if Arthur is ever put in danger because of his weakness for you?

The problem is, you don’t know how much longer you can try to hide your feelings. The girls in camp already know how you feel about Arthur, and it’s pretty obvious to everyone else, for sure. You're almost positive that he feels the same for you as well, so what’s the point in denying it? You thought he’d have made a move or at least said something to you by now. You have tried to leave some not-so-subtle hints, but every time you think something will happen between you two, he always pulls away, leaving you confused and lonely. You know Arthur doesn’t have a high opinion of himself, and that things would need to go slow if this is something that you should pursue. But how can he deny what is so obvious to everyone else?

One late afternoon you're sitting in your tent, restless from having this internal struggle yet again. So you decide to take matters into your own hands. You huff in frustration, launching yourself off of your cot, a look of resolution on your face as you smooth out your skirts. "OK, that’s it. It’s now or never.” And you burst forth out of your tent in search of Arthur.

You head out into the common area of the camp, surveying your surroundings. And of course, you spot him by the horses, brushing down Buck. He’s been stewing over there a lot, ever since that job with Micah.

You take a deep breath. "You can do this," you whisper to yourself. And you head over to the hitching posts. Your pace is hesitant at first, but the longer your gaze fixates on Arthur, the faster you walk with determination. As you get closer, you casually walk up next to your horse, Blue, rubbing his nose as he nickers at your approach.

“Hey, you,“ you say, giving Arthur a little grin along with your usual greeting for each other.

“Hey…” he grumbles out in reply. He lifts his face, but quickly averts his eyes, as if guilty of some act against you.

"Want to go out for a ride with me?" you ask, your voice hopeful. Your hand absentmindedly caresses Blue's muzzle as you gaze at Arthur, trying to pin him down.

His hands pause in their work, not sure how to answer. He really does want to go out and to be alone with you, but in light of recent events, he thinks twice about it.

You can see the gears turning in his mind to try to find an excuse when he averts his eyes and doesn't answer you.

"Come on, please?" you whine, adding a little childish stomp. "I’m getting restless just sitting around here."

Arthur takes a deep breath as he considers his answer. “Yeah, I don’t think it's…”

"Come on, if you don’t come with me, I’ll just head out on my own," you cut him off with your threat before he can say no. Your hands plant firmly on your hips as you stare him down. "You don’t want me going out by myself, do you?"

Damn it. You know he can never say 'no' to you.

With an eye roll and an exasperated sigh to match, he simply gives you an “Alright, fine.”

Smiling triumphantly with a look that could melt Arthur in moments should he look upon you for too long, you spin around and get Blue saddled up as quickly as you can before Arthur can change his mind.

The afternoon temperature has started to drop to a comfortable degree as you and Arthur head down the path and out of camp. There’s a pleasant breeze carrying the fragrance of autumn in the air. You travel fairly quietly through the woods, only making small talk here and there, before heading to one of the overlooks that you like to frequent. It's a pretty little spot, tucked up on a ridge looking down over the valley. It gives an unobstructed view of the horizon and expanse of the land before you.

The overlook itself is littered with the last bit of wildflowers for the season and is covered with lush grasses that sway with the wind. This place has always been a peaceful getaway for you, and you were so thankful when Arthur brought you here to show it to you. Ever since, this is where you come for clarity and peace of mind. And you couldn't think of a better place to finally tell Arthur of your feelings for him.

You pull your horse to a stop and eagerly hop down from Blue's saddle. Blue follows behind you like an overgrown dog as you wander through the tall grass. Arthur slowly drops down from his saddle, watching you from behind. The sun is in front and off to the left side of you, casting your face and body in a warm, golden glow. Arthur instantly takes notice of how angelic you are. Your billowy skirts unfurl as they catch on the grass and your white blouse soaks up the amber colors of the sun's rays like paint to a canvas. You are so beautiful in this moment that it makes Arthur's heart ache, knowing he’ll never have happiness with you. Micah’s words ring through his mind as he watches you and he has to remind himself that good things don’t happen to bad men.

After you wander to sit on one of the large boulders that jut out of the red soil, you bend over to pick one of the wild daisies growing at your feet. You twirl the bud absentmindedly between your fingertips as you look about at the glorious view. A calm begins to settle over you as the smooth, cold surface of the rock beneath you radiates through your body. Your eye catches a few hawks circling in the sky out over the field in front you. You watch as they magically hover in the air and a contented smile crosses your face. Blue wanders over past you, snorting and nuzzling into your back as he passes, sniffing to find treats in your pockets.

"Get out of here, Blue, I ain’t got nothing for you," you chuckle, pushing his nose away. You look over your shoulder when you notice that Arthur hasn’t followed you. "You gonna join me?" you ask, a smile gracing your features to match the twinkle in your eye.

Arthur stands next to Buck, silent and fiddling with the horse's reins as he shifts his weight. Reluctantly, he walks over and slowly sits down next to you.

The two of you sit quietly for a bit, enjoying the view, until you nervously clear your throat. "So, I'm afraid I haven't been completely truthful with you, Arthur. There’s something that I want to talk about with you." You look down at your hands in your lap as you speak, your fingers rolling over each other. "It’s something I’ve been thinking about for awhile now." Taking a brief pause, you swallow before you continue. "I’m not really sure how to tell you this, to be honest."

Arthur’s stomach drops and his breathing becomes shallow as he notes how uncomfortable you are all of a sudden. You won't look him in the eye, and you're fidgeting. Something has you all worked up. And then it hits him: You're leaving. He’s sure of it. After what happened with the bounty hunter, he can't really blame you. And you've brought him out here to tell him. What else could have you this anxious? Arthur can feel his spirit deflate in disappointment. Everyone leaves at some point. But at least you are kind enough to tell him personally after all this time. Micah was right.

"God, I didn’t think I’d be so nervous about this," you mumble to yourself, your hands sweating as they continue to roll over each other in your lap.

"Look, (Y/N)…you don’t have to…" Arthur tries to speak, tries to put your mind at ease, but you hold your hand up to shush him, interrupting before he can get too far.

“Arthur, please, just…let me get this out before I lose my nerve,” you say quietly.

So he sits quietly as he sets his hands upon his thighs, fingers nervously drumming. His mouth goes dry, eyes fixated on the tips of his boots, waiting with trepidation for you to say what you have brought him here to tell him.

You close your eyes and take a deep, steadying breath...

“Arthur, I’ve come to realize…that…I have feelings for you."

And there it is, finally out in the open. Your words hang in the air for him to hear and ingest. No going back now, no hiding it any longer. And with this revelation, a great weight is lifted off of your chest.

You stop, looking at him out of the corner of your eye, testing the waters to see his reaction. But he sits there, not moving, eyes still aimed at his feet. His head is spinning, as this is not the news he was expecting to hear. He’s elated that you're not leaving after all, and breathes an internal sigh of relief. Yet that feeling of happiness quickly turns to shock and concern, when he fully realizes what it is that you have just said to him.

“What did you say?” he whispers, his body rigid with tension.

Suddenly, you become very apprehensive at Arthur's response. You thought he’d be happier than this.

“I care for you, Arthur. Deeply," you say emphatically.

You gently reach over and place your hand over his that still rests on his thigh, and lean forward to try to peer into his face to gauge his reaction. His eyes flicker to your delicate hand on top of his own calloused one. He is frozen in this moment of time, paralyzed. He’s prayed to hear those very words from your lips for so, so long. Yet, he has also dreaded it. For Arthur truly believes that he could be the very end of you.

With a great pain in his chest, Arthur slowly withdrawals his hand from under yours. You look in confusion from where your hands were once folded together, to his face, but he still won’t look at you. Your heart begins to pound loudly in your ears.

"Arthur?" Your voice quakes with trepidation, yet he still sits there, not moving, not speaking.

"Say something. Please?" You sound so small as you beg for a response from him. This void of silence is crushing.

Arthur closes his eyes and winces, knowing the next thing he has to say is the most painful thing he’s had to do in a long time. "I….I can’t," his voice barely a whisper.

Your eyes shoot open wide. "What?" your voice cracks in disbelief.

"You don’t want me, (Y/N)" he says, shaking his head, his gaze still fixated on his boot-tips.

"Why on Earth not?"

"I'm not a good man. You deserve better in this life, and so much better than me.” Arthur's answer is so simple in its delivery, as if this is something that you should have known all along.

You are stunned into silence for a few minutes, processing what he’s just said to you, desperately trying not to get upset. "Don’t I get a say in what’s best for me?" you challenge back.

“No, not in this case." Arthur still won't look at you, and his voice maintains a sad and low tone. His calmness over such a thing is almost maddening to you.

"Look at me, Arthur," you demand desperately. "Look at me!" He turns just enough to give you a side glance before guiltily averting his eyes again when he sees the tears starting to gather around your irises. "Can you really sit there and tell me you feel nothing for me?" you ask incredulously.

“It's not a matter of what I want, (Y/N)." He tries to speak calmly to you, hoping to make you understand and trying not to upset you any more than he already has. But you are not having any of it. Your emotions are a churning sea right now; intense and uncontrollable.

"Like hell it’s not!" your voice is starting to rise now. "Your wants, your dreams, they matter, Arthur. You matter. I know you don’t see that, but I see you, Arthur. I see you." You begin to rapidly blink back the tears forming in your eyes, desperate to get through to him.

"I tell my dreams to ghosts at this point," he mumbles to himself, shaking his head. His eyes dart around rapidly, trying to look anywhere but at your face right now. He abruptly stands up, pacing a few steps. He draws his hand over his mouth, wishing this conversation was not happening.

"It’s OK to give everything you got, Arthur, but you have to keep something for yourself too,” you implore as you watch him pace in front of you.

“Not this time," he says sternly, finally looking at you with such intensity. "What the hell do you want with someone like me, anyways?!" his own voice now rising to meet yours. "I’m old, I’m ugly, I’m mean…”

“Jesus, you really are broken aren’t you?" you ask in wonder as you take in the sight of him, watching him nervously unravel before your eyes.

“Bah…” he grunts angrily, waving you off. He turns away from you to face the horizon line again, getting more annoyed by the second. But still, you keep pushing.

“Why are you making this so hard, Arthur?!”

“Because!" he spins back to face you again. "It’s only a matter of time before you figure out what a piece of shit I am, (Y/N)! I can’t go through that again. Not again. Not with you.” He waves his arm to decisively make his point. And it is now that you fully understand his greatest fear and worry.

“You don’t know that!“ you beg.

“Yes, I do!" he shouts angrily at you, his volume startling the horses grazing nearby. He is now past his breaking point, his chest heaving with the battle of emotions within him. "Why can’t you just leave things as they are, (Y/N)?!”

“Because that’s not good enough!" you holler back, not willing to give up on him. "Is that what you really want, Arthur?”

“That’s how it has to be. You shouldn’t even be here!” He throws that bomb back in your face, unaware at the severity of its delivery.

The statement cuts you like a knife, twisting into your heart so deep that it makes you gasp and your eyes go wide. And the moment it escapes Arthur's lips, the look of shock on your face makes him regret saying it. Aside from your feelings, Arthur is your best friend. He is the one who brought you here. How could he really think that? It is a blow that he meant to end this argument, but he severely underestimated the damage it would do in its wake.

You are shaken to your core. This is certainly not how you thought this conversation was going to go when you imagined it in your head. You can feel your fingertips and toes go numb, your nerves alight.

You simply stare at him, speechless, before you lean forward and bury your face into your hands, trying to comprehend this nonsense. This lovely moment that you envisioned has gone so horribly wrong. You were so sure that Arthur would fold you up into his massive arms upon your revelation. This adolescent awkwardness that the two of you have danced around for so long could finally be put behind you and you could move on together. You could put an end to the shared notion of loneliness that sits deep within you both. It was a gamble. You would expose the delicate nerves of your heart in hopes that he would accept it. But you sorely miscalculated. Maybe you are too naive? Maybe this romantic notion of loving an outlaw is just a silly idea after all?

You sniffle back the tears that still threaten to spill forth, determined to keep yourself together. Defeated, you slowly stand up, avoiding his watchful gaze, and turn to head back to the horses. Arthur's chest is heavy with guilt from having to hurt you like this. He gingerly reaches out and catches your elbow before you walk away from him.

“Please, (Y/N)," his voice quiet again, pleading for forgiveness. "This is for your own good.” His blue eyes implore you to understand his reasoning.

"Right, Arthur. My own good."

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan rdr2

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shitposttcentral · 4 months

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What The RDR2 Characters Would Do At Pride || pt 2

Hosea Matthews - Says he's getting too old to do this but he really does have fun. He's the designated driver and kind of mothers everyone. Drink more water. Put on sunscreen. Go stand in the shade a while. When was the last time you ate? He's also trying to stop Dutch from adopting more wayward queer children. Micah Bell - No one invited his ass. He sat at home on 4Chan all sad. They didn't invite him because he's a "they made star wars woke by adding a woman" kind of person. Arthur is hoping they finally delete him from the group chat. Charles Smith - He's kind of quietly observing everyone else making sure they're all okay. He is happy for is first pride as a married man and makes sure to get lots of pictures. He seems to smile bigger and more often that day than anyone has seen him smile since they met him. Gives Arthur a big ole kiss quite a few times and lots of people cheer which maybe makes him blush. Sean MacGuire - Gets really drunk and keeps shouting WOOO I LOVE GAY PEOPLE. Tells every gay person he meets that he has lots of gay friends and he's an ally. Hosea finally dragged his ass home after he passed out in a bush and spilled a fun fruity cocktail on himself. Sadie Adler - Is looking for the future Mrs. Adler if you know what I mean 😏 Tilly Jackson - Helped Hosea with bussing all the drunken fools home after the party. Took the pictures that Charles couldn't and probably told off some protestors for good measure. Simon Pearson - Has a food stall where he's selling some pretty good stuff that everyone is into. Good looking guys get a discount. Josiah Trelawny - Is found telling people the story of how he threw the first brick at Stonewall. People know that logically he probably wasn't but he's such a good storyteller that no one cares all that much. Susan Grimshaw - She's on Dutch's side actually and wants more displaced queer kids in their found family. It worked so well with the ones they have now why shouldn't they? When Hosea steers Dutch away from offering shelter to displaced kids she's giving them her number and some waters saying she'll come help them if they ever need anything.

#hosea matthews #michal bell #charles smith #sean macguire #sadie adler #tilly jackson #simon pearson #josiah trelawny #susan grimshaw #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #don't like dont read

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outlawruben · 5 months

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Rip Van Der Linde gang 😔you would’ve loved:

Pt 2

Abigail Marston- pioneer woman dish sets, Apple AirTags (for baby Jack)

Arthur Morgan- dates to an art museum, watercolors and watercolor paper

Bill Williamson- Crocs, Sunday Night football

Charles Smith- Ethel Cain, Adopt an endangered Animal websites

Dutch Van Der Linde- Group chats, silk linens (I was going to just say pillowcases but sheets too)

Hosea Matthews - white noise machines, Broadway Musicals

Jack Marston- Minecraft, Breyer horse toys

Javier Escuella- Garage Band, terrible box dye

John Marston- Impractical Jokers, AC / DC

Josiah Trelawney- Pajama sets, Streaming services (the whole gang uses his subscriptions)

Karen Jones- Rupaul’s Drag Race, Party line-dances (particularly the wobble)

Kieran Duffy- Botanical Legos, Pokémon

Lenny Summers- a Nintendo Switch, Minute Maid lemonade

Leopold Strauss- Bitcoin, Starbucks Coffee

Mary-Beth Gaskill - Tumblr, Pinterest

Micah Bell - Just for Men beard dye, Twitter

Molly O’Shea- Lana Del Rey, Coquette style

Rev, Orville Swanson- Christian Rock, officiating weddings (yes Ik he probably could do that back then but he doesn’t)

Sadie Adler- Spotify podcasts, calling every get together/party a “function” (apparently not a lot of ppl do)

Sean MacGuire- inappropriately timed memes, being competitive with kids with carnival/rodeo games

Simon Pearson- crockpots, KFC

Susan Grimshaw- Yankee candle, Duolingo

Tilly Jackson- spas, viral baking hacks/recipes (she actually tries them)

Uncle- Roombas, Saturday Night Live

#red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fandom #van der linde gang

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softrozene · 1 year

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Rdr2 Masterlist 2020-2021

As the title says, this is all my rdr2- One Shots, Scenarios, and Headcanons from these years when I wrote it under @/lovingoutlaws!

Headcanons/Scenarios usually have 2-3 characters in it while the Character list focuses on that character!

*If a work doesn’t specify a gender the reader is Gender Neutral/Non-Binary!

Started January 10, 2020

Ended January 6, 2021

ao3 backup link.

Headcanons:

Character Reactions to Dutch wanting a night with their girl: Arthur, John, Javier x Female Reader. They ain’t happy about Dutch having the audacity to ask to have a night with their woman.

Comforting Female Reader who has experienced an assault: Male!Various x Female Reader. Just hurt/comfort for some rdr2 men finding out reader experienced a past assault on her.

Doing the little romantic things for their s/o : Headcanons. Arthur, Charles, and John doing little romantic things for reader.

Being Romantic with Their S/O: Headcanons. Javier and Kieran being romantic with their partner, reader.

New Relationship with a Male S/O: Abigail Roberts/Marston and Sadie Adler headcanons in a relationship with a new partner.

Reader Getting into a Fight: Headcanons on how Arthur, Dutch, and John would react to Reader getting into a fight.

Reaction to Shy Adopted Girl: Headcanons on how Arthur, Dutch, and Hosea would react to adopting a shy girl into the gang and how their protectiveness is wholesome.

Short and Feisty Female S/O who Likes to Cuddle: Arthur, Charles, Javier, John, Sean x Female reader. Headcanons on how they react to this type of partner. Fluff.

Stargazing Headcanons: Arthur, Charles, Hosea x Reader. Just some fluffy stargazing headcanons.

Characters:

Abigail Roberts (Marston):

Deserve Better: Abigail x Female Reader. Reader confesses to Abigail after she asks for advice on what to do about John.

Arthur Morgan:

Arthur Turning into a Parent : Arthur x female reader (Father-daughter relationship) fluff headcanons and bonus scenario.

Arthur Comforts reader with past assault: Arthur x Male Reader scenario. Arthur gives some advice/words of comfort when Reader vents to him about a traumatizing experience.

Arthur with a Touch-Starved Reader: Arthur x Reader. Headcanons on how he notices reader is touch-starved and just pure fluff.

Father Headcanons: How Arthur would be with a son, pure fluffy and wholesome headcanons.

Just a Few Minutes: Arthur x Female Reader (Slight n s f w). Arthur is really riled up from seeing how pretty his woman is. He just wants a few minutes with her during a mission. F in chat for Molly’s shawl.

Charles Smith:

Getting Caught: Charles x Female Reader (n s f w). You and Charles get caught doing the do ; )

Hurt Little Bird: Charles x Female Reader. Charles is worried when his partner is taking a while from coming back to camp after a hunt. He goes to search for her and is relieved to find her.

Dutch:

Dutch with a Super Affectionate S/O: headcanons on how Dutch would act with a super affectionate partner both sfw and n s f w.

Dutch with a Younger S/O: headcanons on how Dutch would act with a younger female partner. Both sfw and n s f w

Javier Escuella:

Jealous Javier: Javier x Reader. How Javier reacts when he gets jealous in a n s f w way.

Spanish Flirtations: Javier x Male Reader. Male reader tries to flirt with Javier in his mother tongue only to fail a few pick-up lines. Javier finds it endearing.

John Marston:

Birthday Trip : John Marston x Female Reader. John takes reader on a ‘romantic’ trip for her birthday only for a bunch of accidents to happen along the way. But no worries, it was still a good trip.

John with a Pregnant S/O: John x Female Reader. Reader is worried about telling John about her pregnancy after she heard what happened to Abigail. Arthur reassures her when John finally comes back from a mission.

Josiah Trewlany:

Miss Me: Josiah x Reader. Josiah comes back beat and battered worrying poor reader who would really miss him if something were to happen to him. He is grateful since reader holds a special place in his heart.

Kieran Duffy:

Kieran Reacting to Panic Attacks: Kieran x Reader. How he will help reader during a panic attack.

Lenny Summers:

Fear: Lenny x Male Reader. Lenny wants to come out to the gang since he and (Name) are official, but reader has some fears to talk through.

Molly O’Shea:

Dutch Gets Bamboozled: Molly x Female Reader. Molly finally accepts the offer of the woman she has been seeing behind Dutch’s back. Dutch is livid.

Dutch Gets Bamboozled Part 2: Molly x Female Reader. Part 2 of the other one. Dutch finally gets to see how they are truly living after years have passed by and he is jealous.

Sean MacGuire:

Sean is Struggling: Sean x Female Reader. Ever since Sean has been tortured by the bounty hunters he has PTSD and has some problems with touch. Reader notices and wants to help him.

Sad Yee Haw Hours:

This is just an angst scenario starter event I did on the old tumblr, that I named Sad Yee-Haw Hours because (guess what) I was sad and wanted angst in my life lol. So literally all of these are just angst scenarios. Uh besides that I give warnings before each scenario.

“Everything is going to be okay”: Javier x Male Reader. Reader tells Javier that time heals all wounds :’)

“Please don’t leave me.”: Charles x Reader. Charles is begging reader not to leave them.

“Stop pushing everyone away.” Arthur x Reader x John. Reader is breaking these cowboys’ hearts.

“Just Go.” Josiah Trelawny x Female Reader. Reader finds out Josiah’s secret that he never wanted her to find out.

“Who is it going to be?” Molly x Female Reader. Reader finally asks Molly who she truly wants to be with. Her or Dutch? Reader gets the answer she expected but it still hurts.

“You Can’t Play the Victim Here.” - Arthur Morgan x Female Reader. Reader wants to leave the gang with Arthur and Arthur is confused to why until she reveals something.

“I Thought You Were Dead.” - Charles Smith x Female Reader. Charles finally finds Reader after searching for her (and losing himself) for so long. He wishes he can turn back time.

“Please Look at Me.” Charles Smith x Reader. Reader royally messed up by hurting this man.

“Everything is Going to be Okay.” Arthur Morgan x Male Reader. Very angsty, in which reader stays with Arthur during his last moments.

“You Remind me of Someone.” Sean Macguire x Female Reader. Sean is a complete jerk in this as he messes with Reader’s feelings.

“This Will Never Work.” Andrew Milton x Male Reader. Andrew and Reader have one last meeting before things go terrible for Reader.

#softrozene writes #red dead redemption 2 x reader #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #fanfiction

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mellohd · 1 year

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Josiah has a chat window open on his computer with the player. Translated under it so it’s easier to read!

Josiah: hey man I got the bsb store working on store wifi lol we can play largesmallearth hit me up ok

You: Dude. I’m sitting right here, why do you need to use the company email to talk about your weird bsb hacks. HR definitely reads these, you know that right?

Josiah: hey they got the new bigsmallearth they got person 3 why you hating, bet you like Pursuing Forces huh you a Pursuing Forces liker? lame

You: it came out with the console! Those games were expensive then so yeah! I played it when I was like 11, I’m not getting into this with you right now.

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Josiah is so me except I don’t work at an office and kill people: also me and my friend talk like this all the time dude akdjsjsj 😭

More memes I made for the discord 😈

#art #artist #digital art #doodles #artwork #fanart #art work #josiah overtime #overtime game #overtime josiah #damian overtime #overtime #josiah nguyen #Josiah #Nguyen #shit post #shitty doodles

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dappledpaintbrush · 2 years

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(modern) rdr2 halloween headcanons because because BECAUSE because

- Arthur never went all out for Halloween until one time Sean convinced him to do that “pretend to be a mannequin on a chair holding a candy bowl” thing. He made a kid cry and has never forgiven himself

- Sean got informed of this and got his number temporarily blocked because he kept spamming Arthur to do it again

- Charles and Arthur often just ditch giving out candy and watch as much of the Halloween movies as they can before they pass out from exhaustion

- Lenny absolutely still trick or treats and always says “next year is his last year” (it’s not)

- Everyone flocks to Hosea’s house because he’s just the sweet old man that sits on his driveway and gives out two handfuls of candy to each kid. He’s also the type to say stuff like “Let me guess, you’re a pumpkin!” to a little kid wearing a super hero costume

- You can’t say “Trick or Treat!” at Sadie’s house. There is now a 50% chance she will say “Trick” and shut her door.

- Abigail finally harasses John enough to take Jack trick-or-treating, and for Jack oh no this wasn’t enough. John had to dress up too. Abigail had to drag him kicking and screaming to Spirit Halloween and Jack picked out Batman and Robin costumes for them

- John actually ended up having a lot of fun but the idea of being Batman got to his head and he tried to do a backflip and ended up busting his ass on the concrete

- Dutch can’t just give out candy. That’s too simple. He gives out McGriddles.

- Tilly being an actual angel goes out of her way to make things extra fun and ties tissues around lollipops to make them look like little ghosts

- Susan gives out toothbrushes

- Bill used to leave his porch light on, wait for people to walk up, then jump from the bushes wearing a Krampus costume. He retired the year he got pepper-sprayed.

- Nobody can get ahold of Swanson. Swanson got blackout drunk at a Halloween party and woke up in a parking lot in Europe.

- Halloween isn’t Halloween for Javier. Not anymore. It’s now Get a Free McGriddle From Dutch Day.

- Every piece of candy from Josiah is 99¢ each (he’s generous enough to put it on sale at a 75% discount).

- Uncle has a whole group chat that’s just him texting every Halloween that he has lumbago so he can’t go trick-or-treating. Nobody has ever asked. You can’t leave the group chat. He just adds you right back.

- Molly dresses herself up in literally the most amazing costumes just to immediately take it off and go to bed

- Pearson has gone on strike on his job as a chef, demanding work be cancelled on Halloween. He’s done this more than once. So far, Pearson has gotten fired from 5 restaurants, and he hasn’t quit yet.

- Kieran absolutely refused Halloween his entire life but the ONE TIME he tried giving out candy he opened the door to like an actual toddler wearing a Pennywise mask and hyperventilated until he cried

- Micah goes around chasing people with an actual knife

- For whatever reason Karen has never caught on that porch lights on = trick or treaters and ended up screaming GET THE FUCK OFF MY PORCH at little kids. The police were called and she ended up fist fighting a single mother of 4

- Mary-Beth paid for her bail

#rdr2 #rdr #red ded redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 halloween au #rdr2 halloween #halloween au #van der linde gang

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pvccblog · 2 months

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JUST GETTING STARTED

Another wonderful day in Oregon! Our day started off with the breakfast of champions - spam and eggs!!

The wind seems to have shifted a bit and the wildfire smoke was pretty heavy today. It didn't stop the campers from having an excellent time at sports camp! It was interesting though, they were complaining about the heat today. To us, the weather was perfect!! Around here, if the temperature hovers near 80 degrees it is too hot. Quite different from the destinations we usually travel to for these trips! We are used to triple digits so this weather is quite pleasant for our team.

Axel taught the lesson today and it was about Jesus healing the paralyzed man. The kids seemed pretty engaged. We are praying that the lessons will sink in and that the kids will remember them and be able to apply them to their lives. We are also praying for any of them who do not know Jesus - that they would come to know him in a real and personal way!

At BARF Night, we played a new game. Pastor Fred's son Josiah had a birthday today and he wanted play wiffle Ball tonight. We ended up playing "Extreme Ultimate Wiffle Ball" and it was a blast. It seemed to be just as fun for those watching us play, they were quite entertained.

We also played Rabbit Sticks and it was a very tiring, competitive, even match. Axel ended up winning for his team with a dive across the line that left him bruised, cut, and with dirt all over himself. Keep in mind that this was after he slid into home plate during the wiffle ball game and blood was drawn. He's a beast!

Martina is such a great young woman of God. She shared her testimony tonight and it had an impact. Her story resonated with many in the crowd. Even the parents came over to hear her share and they were very impressed that someone her age would be so brave to share in front of a crowd like this. Nicole and I are certainly proud of her, but we are not surprised. Martina has come on our Intergenerational Mission Venture for years and has even shared her testimony on that trip. Way to go Nina!

After BARF Night, we went over to Pastor Andrew's house. He is the pastor of the Baptist church I mentioned previously. He and his wife Tonya served us ice cream and we played games and hung out with their family and David's family and a couple of the local teens. It is pretty cool to see them invest in their community. David and his wife actually grew up in Glendale and have been serving in local youth ministry pretty much since they graduated from the local high school. It's been over 20 years!!! Praise the Lord for their long term commitment!

I also want to share how pleased I am with the unity of our team. We have never combined with another mission team and it's pretty amazing how they have merged together so well. Part of it is that some of our students grew up with Phin for a few years while he lived in Pine Valley, but I think it is also a testament to their upbringing and their relationship with Jesus and their desire to serve him and share the gospel with others. This is the smallest team we've ever had at PVCC, and some of our biggest years our teams had over 20 students. I am noticing this year that a small team that is so "locked in" can have incredible impact in a place like this. We are praising God that He knew who would be here this week and that he is using us to accomplish His mission!

Please continue to pray. We know that you are because God is working! There were a few great conversations at BARF Night with some teens and we are hoping this continues to develop. Tonight at Family Time we talked about how we can take longer breaks between games to allow for more opportunities to chat with people. I am not going to share a lot of details about these conversations but please know that they are happening!

We are looking forward to another great Wednesday! If you haven't already, scroll back and check out our video from our rafting trip on Sunday! Thanks everyone!

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dashleylegacysims · 4 months

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AS I FALL - Season Eleven Episode twelve: Josiah’s engagement plan

Meanwhile Jace and Josiah were outside chatting.

Hey what brings you by little brother Jace says as he hugs Josiah.

I have some exciting news to share with you Josiah replied.

What is it Jace asked?

I’m planning on getting engaged to my girlfriend Abbie and I want you and Kassie to come with me to Tartosa Josiah explained.

Oh, congratulations also sorry for Kassie going off on Abbie during harvest fest Jace said.

Oh no worries Abbie is over that and thank you Josiah replied.

Kassie has a mood disorder so she was feeling kind of off that day— also why are we going to Tartosa Jace asked?

I want to take Abbie to the Harper hotel to propose to her plus I thought our family could use a break Josiah explained.

Ah, fair enough Jace says.

#simblr #simsstories #ts4 legacy #as i fall #sims story #ts4 simblr #sims 4 simblr #gen 2

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tiny-wooden-robot-fics · 4 months

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Against the Tide - One

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character, Silvio Ricci x Original Female Character Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach), Silvio Ricci (Ikemen Prince), Olivia DuBois (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent, Pirates and Princes, Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Worldbuilding, Angst, Some Subtle Racism, Sexual Tension, Political Subplot

Next Chapter: Two

Summary:

Olivia is the only one of her parents' children old enough to remember when Vora was home. Her mother was only newly pregnant with Olivia's younger sister Thalia when the long war between Vora and the much-larger country of Clario came to an end. It wasn't a victory for Vora, merely a truce, and one which dictated Vora cede its ruling power to the bigger country and its former Prime Minister and his family relocate to Clario.

It has been twenty years since she last saw the shores of home, and she still misses it.

A/N: AU wherein Silvio is still the Crown Prince, just not of Benitoite. The female love interest is an OC of color. Grimmjow is human. Please mind the tags and any warnings posted at the beginning of chapters, as they will tell you important things you need to know about the content within.

Finally getting around to finishing the rewrite of this - if you've been following it to this point, I sincerely appreciate you!

Read on AO3

The familiar ship is in the docks again.

It is one of the ways that she knows autumn is coming to its graceful yearly end and that winter is upon the port of Clario: the mornings are chilly, and the Hellcat has come back to roost.

“It’s so noisy down here, Livvy,” Thalia complains. “And it stinks.”

Olivia shrugs, offering her younger sister a grin. “You said you wanted to see where I spend all my time,” she points out. “This is where I spend all my time.”

“I can’t for the life of me understand why,” the younger girl groans, her voice coming out high and thin as she pinches her nose. She looks around, and Olivia can see the exact moment a realization dawns on her. “And there are nothing but men down here.”

“Mmhm,” Olivia murmurs in agreement. “Men that don’t care if I wear trousers and belch and swear.”

Thalia looks positively scandalized. “Surely you don’t,” she gasps.

Olivia offers no response save a half-hearted shrug, but there is a twinkle in the older woman’s eyes that says everything her mouth doesn’t.

They continue walking through the docks, and Thalia is amazed at how many of the men working there call out to Olivia. There are big, burly men with biceps the size of Thalia’s head. Most are shirtless, even in the crisp autumn air. Some have tattoos and piercings. Some are missing limbs. Still, they all seem friendly enough with her sister based on the smiles they flash and the generally non-threatening way they greet the two women. Olivia even stops to chat with a few of them, introducing Thalia.

“This guy here,” Olivia starts, motioning to a tall, wiry man whose dark beard is almost as long as the braid that hangs down his back. “He’s the man you want to come see if you need dyed fabrics. He travels all over the world and brings back some of the prettiest colors you’ll ever lay eyes on.”

The man in question laughs. “Oh, I do alright, I guess.” He holds out a hand, and after a moment’s hesitation Thalia shakes it. “The name’s Josiah Murphy, but around here it’s just Murph.”

“Thalia DuBois,” she answers, dipping into a curtsy once Murph releases her hand. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Murph.”

He looks at Olivia with raised eyebrows. “DuBois, huh? I saw the resemblance but wasn’t sure. Is this one of your little sisters?”

“It is,” Olivia nods. “She said she wanted to see where I spend all my time.”

“Yeah, Livvy’s like a bad penny, Miss Thalia. We throw her back towards her palace, and she just keeps showing up.” He laughs good-naturedly. “But everybody here loves her, so we don’t mind it when she comes back.”

Olivia laughs with him. “Don’t let his tone fool you,” she retorts, her words directed towards Thalia. “They all joke about trying to get rid of me, but the truth is that they’d be lost without my help.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Murph nods. “Swabbing decks, mending nets, tending bars, transporting cargo. Speaking of cargo…” He trails off, his eyes drawn to the hulking ship at the end of the docks. The sails are furled, but the telltale turquoise color is a clear indication of whose ship it is.

“I saw,” she murmurs. “Does… he know the Hellcat is back at port?”

Murph shrugs. “I assume so. That man knows everything that goes on down here.”

“Any trouble yet?”

Murph opens his mouth. His gaze darts to Thalia, and he closes it again. “You know what Livvy, why don’t you come by a little later? Got some fabrics from Selani you might be interested in looking at.”

“Yeah, sure,” Olivia agrees casually, casting a discreet glance at her sister. Thalia has been following their conversation with interest, and Olivia knows that Murph’s reluctance to talk around her means he has something to say that the younger woman shouldn’t hear. “See you later, Murph.”

“What was that about?” Thalia asks as they walk away.

“Nothing,” Olivia answers breezily. “Just that he was probably busy and we’re keeping him from his work.”

Her sister looks at her dubiously, but says nothing.

“Well, look at that.” The voice comes from behind them. Olivia would know it anywhere: deep and gravelly, with a hint of amusement. “I was hopin’ I’d run into ya. And it looks like you brought a friend.”

Olivia turns to face him, and has to catch her breath. He’s even more handsome than she remembers from the last time she saw him six months ago. Tall and lithe, with the clearest and brightest blue eyes she’s ever seen. His pale blue hair has grown long since she’s seen him last, and he has it braided down one shoulder beneath his hat. He’s also sporting a new scar: a thin, vertical line on the left side of his mouth. Though it has very obviously healed from the wound it once was, it looks painful, and she wonders how he got it.

“Captain Jaegerjaquez,” she nods. “I saw the Hellcat. Welcome back to Clario.”

“‘Captain Jaegerjaquez?’” He raises one pale eyebrow, closing the short distance between them. “Why so formal, Livvy? Is it because of your guest?”

He’s standing only a hairbreadth away from her, and even though she’s braced herself for this interaction with him, her heart is still beating faster than she’d like it to be. “This is my sister Thalia,” she says. “She wanted to see where I work.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Thalia offers dutifully, supplementing her words with another curtsy.

“Cute,” he drawls lazily, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. “She looks just like you.” He turns his attention back to Olivia. “So, what you been up to since I was here last?”

She clears her throat, hoping the few extra seconds will help her clear her head as well. “Nothing new since the last time you were here,” she starts with a shrug. “Just working, same as always.”

“Hm,” he grunts, his smirk still firmly in place. He reaches for Olivia’s left wrist, pulling her hand up to his face and inspecting it. “Still no ring, huh? Guess I didn’t have to worry about that rich bastard after all.”

Olivia pulls her wrist away, ignoring the lingering warmth from his rough, calloused hand. “I’ve told you it’s not like that,” she mumbles.

Thalia looks at him, then up at her sister curiously. “Like what?”

Before Olivia can even open her mouth, Grimmjow is speaking again. “Oh, you didn’t know? The docks ain’t the only place your big sister is popular.”

“Grimmjow---” Olivia cuts herself off, inwardly cursing her slip of the tongue.

“And there it is,” he purrs teasingly. “Ya know, I don’t hate it when you call me Captain, but we both know we moved past that kinda formality a long time ago.”

Olivia ignores him, turning to address her sister. “It’s nothing,” she smiles down at Thalia. “Tati, I have to work now, so I’ll walk you back to the road and call you a carriage to take you home, okay?”

Her younger sister pouts. “But we just got here!”

“I know, and I promise I’ll bring you back another day so you can stay longer. But I don’t want Papa and Mama to be angry with me for keeping you out so long the first time. You’ve no idea how hard I had to fight to convince them to let you come with me.”

Thalia’s bottom lip is still poked out, but she nods her head anyway. “Fine,” she says reluctantly. “But you have to promise me I can come back soon.”

Olivia raises her eyebrows. “Oh? You mean you want to come back? Even though there’s nothing here but dirty, smelly men?”

Her younger sister shrugs a little sheepishly. “Well, they all seemed nice.” She pauses, casting a furtive glance over Olivia’s shoulder at Grimmjow. When she speaks again, her voice is barely above a whisper. “And some of them are quite handsome.”

This makes Olivia laugh. “That’s it, I’m definitely sending you home now.”

He’s standing in the same place when she returns, leaning against the wall of the Sundance Inn and Tavern. He doesn’t say anything as she approaches him, but his blue eyes watch her like a hawk.

“You could stare less,” she says, once she’s within earshot.

“I could,” he shrugs. “But staring is more fun.”

Olivia rolls her eyes.

“So?” He looks her up and down. “Haven’t been called back to your other life yet?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle with mirth. “You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about,” he laughs. “I didn’t figure on you bringin’ your little sister down here. Tryin’ to turn her over to your wild ways?”

“She wanted to see where I work, that’s all. Besides,” she adds with a chuckle, “if you knew Thalia, you’d know this kind of place is the last place she’d want to be. She’s different from me.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If my parents were looking for someone to cement diplomatic relations between Clario and Vora, they should’ve wished for Tati to be born first,” she explains. “She’s a proper noble lady, with perfect manners and impeccable etiquette. She wears dresses and curtsies and doesn’t belch or swear. As far as being betrothed to royalty goes,” she shrugs, “Tati is the one they should aim for.”

Grimmjow pretends to snore. “Boring.”

“Depends on who you ask,” she laughs softly.

“Oh, you mean like that rich bastard?”

“I am not interested in him,” Olivia says emphatically, pushing past him to duck through the door of the tavern. Grimmjow follows behind her. “And he’s certainly not interested in me.”

The dim lighting of the tavern is a drastic change from the glare of the late-afternoon sun, and Olivia blinks several times to allow her eyes to adjust. The tavern is empty save Prisca, the older woman who owns it, and her one and only patron. He’s sitting in a corner of the room, by himself at a round table meant to seat at least seven.

His eyes are a different color blue from Grimmjow’s. They’re darker and cloudier, more like the sea than the sky and infinitely more difficult to read. Wisps of silver bangs obscure half of his face even as he looks up at her. The cloak he wears is draped over one of the empty chairs around him, its spotted fur collar greeting them like some tired Dalmatian.

“Guess I wasn’t the only one looking to catch up with ya,” the man behind her whispers, his voice low and soft in her ear. “Looks almost like he’s waitin’ for ya.”

Olivia pretends not to hear him.

“There you are, Livvy,” Prisca greets her warmly. “Murph told me one of your sisters was here with you.” She peers around Olivia. “But all I see is a troublesome pirate.”

“Oi,” Grimmjow protests, holding his hands up. “Keep slanderin’ me like that and Livvy here is gonna start to think I’m a bad guy.”

“She knows what you are.” This comes from the man sitting in the corner. He barely looks up from his drink, but the acid dripping from his words is clear. “Still, she doesn’t seem to mind being seen with you. I wonder why that is.”

All the amusement drains from Grimmjow’s expression. Those sky-blue eyes of his go hard as ice chips, and Olivia can feel the temperature in the room plummet. “Don’t recall askin’ you,” he replies. His voice is quiet, but there is a deadly edge to it that wasn’t present before.

Olivia tenses. Her eyes aren’t on the man behind her, but she can see clearly in her mind the angry scar on his lips. She doesn’t think a prince would let himself be provoked into a bar fight, but she isn’t sure - Silvio has never been just any prince. “Grimmjow, please,” she says softly, turning her head to face him. “Don’t make this into a dick-measuring contest. I just got to work.”

He shrugs. “Then tell the pretty boy over there to mind his goddamn business.” He moves past her to saunter over to the bar, and Olivia tries to ignore the way he brushes up against her. “Say, Prisca, how ‘bout a whiskey, hm?”

“You got it, Grimm.” Prisca spins a glass onto the bar and fills it a third of the way with a dark, amber liquid.

Olivia glances at the man sitting in the corner. His eyes are on her again. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking.

“So was it true?” Prisca asks, once Olivia has settled herself behind the bar. “Did you really bring one of your sisters down?”

“I did,” she nods. “She only stayed a little while because it took me forever to convince my mother to let me bring her in the first place. I told her I’d show her around more next time… but I needed to make sure there would be a next time.”

Prisca shakes her head with a smile. “Don’t know many nobles that would let their eldest daughter do whatever the hell she wants… especially when what she wants is to work down at the docks with a bunch of stinky men.”

Olivia shrugs. “He has five other daughters - all of whom are better suited for nobility and the royal life if it comes to it.”

“You hear that, pretty boy?” Grimmjow calls loudly over his shoulder. “I’m sure Livvy’s family ain’t the only one with a daughter suited for royalty. Why don’t you go chase after one of those, hm?”

The man sitting in the corner says nothing in response to Grimmjow’s provocative words. Instead, Olivia’s ears are met with the sound of jangling and scraping as he pushes his chair back and tosses a few coins down onto the table. He stalks out, ignoring the three of them and slamming the door behind him.

Olivia watches him go, her eyes following him all the way to the door. Her gaze lingers even after he’s slammed it shut.

“Not interested, huh?” Grimmjow’s voice is just a murmur, but she hears it anyway.

She shakes her head, putting one hand on her hip. “What did he ever do to you?”

“He breathes,” Grimmjow shrugs. “Walks around here with his nose up his own ass, thinkin’ he’s better’n the rest of us. Thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants just because his daddy’s the king.”

“I think that is what that means, Grimm,” Prisca laughs teasingly. “He’s next in line for the throne. Means the entire country is in the palm of his hand once the king passes away.”

“Well the king ain’t dead yet,” he growls. “And I ain’t gotta lick his boots like everybody else around here.” He motions to Olivia. “She agrees with me, she just won’t say it.”

Two pairs of eyes turn to Olivia, but she keeps her gaze trained on the rag in her hand. She swipes it along the bar top, catching non-existent crumbs.

“I don’t know,” Prisca counters thoughtfully, studying Olivia. “She’s being awfully quiet for somebody who’s usually so opinionated. Maybe she feels differently.”

“This conversation doesn’t concern me, so I don’t have an opinion at all,” she says breezily. “Prisca, you have stock you need me to put away?”

Olivia is the only one of her parents’ children old enough to remember when Vora was home. Her mother was only newly pregnant with Thalia when the long war between Vora and the much-larger country of Clario came to an end. It wasn’t a victory for Vora, merely a truce, and one which dictated that Vora cede its ruling power to the bigger country and its former Prime Minister and his family to relocate to Clario.

It has been twenty years since she last saw the shores of her home, and she still misses it.

She respects her parents enough to abide by their wishes for her not to go back. A part of her, however, still resents their willingness to relinquish their country’s independence.

“Hey.” That deep, gravelly voice pulls her out of her thoughts. Grimmjow is leaning against the door frame of Prisca’s stockroom, hands in his pockets.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people that way,” she mutters halfheartedly.

“Didn’t sneak,” he fires back. “You just don’t pay attention. All these years workin’ around a buncha men and you still don’t know how to look after yourself.”

His words are harsh, but she knows he’s teasing. “Did you come here just to scold me?”

“I don’t scold,” he laughs. “Nah. Came here to ask if you wanna see what I brought you this time around.” He leans just outside of the doorway, revealing a large parcel.

Her eyes light up. “Yes!” She reaches excitedly for the parcel he’s holding, and he snatches it back and hides it behind him at the last second. Olivia nearly topples into him, catching herself by grabbing onto a nearby shelf. “That was mean,” she glares at him.

He smirks, one eyebrow raised. “You didn’t say please, Sae.”

Her heart jumps in her chest at the name. “Grimmjow---”

“What?” He’s still smirking at her. “You said I could call you that as long as nobody else is around.” He motions to the empty stock room. “Nobody else is around, Sae.”

She almost lets it slip. You don’t… know how it makes me feel when you call me that. Outside of her family, Grimmjow is the only person on earth who knows her middle name, and he is the only person allowed to call her by it. “I never should have told you,” she grouses. “Now it’s just another thing you can hold over my head.”

She is tall enough to only have to raise her chin a few inches to look him in the eye, and he smirks down at her again as she does. “Ain’t holdin’ it over your head, Sae,” he drawls, making the name sound much more special than three letters have any right to. He pulls the parcel from behind his back and presents it to her, this time letting her take it. “Just takin’ advantage of my special privileges.”

She looks down at the parcel, feeling how heavy it is in her arms. The weight of it makes her think of that little island on the other side of the sea, the one that Grimmjow makes sure he passes through every time he leaves Clario, even if doing so takes him out of his way. Warm tears well up in her eyes, and she blinks furiously to keep them at bay. “Do you think I’m crazy?” She asks softly. “For missing a place I haven’t lived in twenty years?”

In a way that is much more gentle than she would ever have given him credit for, he touches one knuckle to the corner of her eye. When he draws it back, there’s moisture there. “Home is always gonna be home,” he starts simply, flashing her a genuine smile. “No shame in fondly rememberin’ the place you were happiest.” He drops her a wink. “Old lady Hudson said she put somethin’ special in there for ya. Wouldn’t let me see, but she said you’d know what it was.”

With one last smile and a casual wave, he saunters out of the stockroom, and Olivia is left alone to open the parcel and immerse herself in a little taste of home.

Next Chapter: Two

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What are the relationships like with between the Crux? What about the Crux with their families?

Alrighty, this’ll be long so bear with me, this took me a while because I had to write sm

Anyways these are from the perspective of everyone a few months after the group is established.

Pandora:

-> Noah, “I don’t mind the murder but I do mind your declining mental stability. I worry about you, a lot, I want you to be okay.”

-> Ambrose, “Big brother :)”

-> Constance, “Big sister :) (despite us being the same age)”

-> Nico, “I’m always here if you wanna learn the basics of necromancy, you are my buddy :)”

-> Nathaniel, “why are you so mean to me? :(“

-> Natasha, “Very overprotective, feels like home in a way…”

-> Lilith, “How do you have any sexual attraction to anyone and everyone like how does that work?”

-> Karissa, “I like your singing voice!”

-> Josiah, “you are in a similar situation that I am and I appreciate you not hating me bc of the misconceptions surrounding Maveth.”

-> Barbara, “Crux mum”

-> Owen, “Crux dad”

-> Chance, “I like your accent funny man >:)”

-> Amelia, “Fellow noble *nods in understanding*”

Noah:

-> Pandora, “Why do you care so much about me…? Worry about yourself some more will ya…?”

-> Ambrose, “Quiet, but I speak enough for the both of us. You’re a good listener”

-> Constance, “Stop nagging me.”

-> Nico, “Coward… but maybe that’s okay sometimes.”

-> Nathaniel, “*glares in mutual “I’m a huge dick to everyone but don’t want to admit it” energy*”

-> Natasha, “I don’t really know you.”

-> Lilith, “I see, so you’re trying to seduce everyone because you have issues. Understandable, I’ll leave you to it”

-> Josiah, “ugh, holy people…”

-> Karissa, “Banger tunes my fella”

-> Owen, “Idfc if he’s not my real dad he’s still my dad in my eyes.”

-> Barbara, “The cooler mom”

-> Chance, “I like your gun >:)”

-> Amelia, “…thanks for giving me the sleeping tonic”

Ambrose:

-> Pandora, “You need help. And badly.”

-> Noah, “I like our conversations, but there’s still a lot you won’t tell me.”

-> Constance, “Please be careful…”

-> Nico, “Don’t be afraid to yell at someone, sometimes that’s the only way you can defend yourself.”

-> Nathaniel, “Address your daddy issues, thanks”

-> Natasha, “You seem to be in the shadow of a role you never wanted to be in to begin with. I… I get that.”

-> Lilith, “Are you good? Like emotionally?”

-> Josiah, “I hope you don’t view me as something horrible because of my connections to Avantee”

-> Karissa, “You tell some pretty awesome stories, I hope you find your parents. Mine? Yeah no I don’t care about my parents.”

-> Owen, “I’m so sorry for all you have to deal with in this group.”

-> Barbara, “I respect someone who is willing to murder people who hurt them while still maintaining their confidence and dignity”

-> Chance, “I don’t know how to feel”

-> Amelia, “thanks for the medicine.”

Constance:

-> Pandora, “You’re not okay, even if you like to act and think that you are.”

-> Noah, “You aren’t okay either, address your shit please.”

-> Ambrose, “I am being careful! Stop hovering! >:T”

-> Nico, “I like your staff. Looks cool.”

-> Nathaniel, “you may be a dick to everyone but I think I know why, I’m always here if you wanna chat.”

-> Natasha, “I want to shake your hand in mutual understanding about being forced into the role of our parents.”

-> Lilith, “hm. That’s someone who is using their good looks and charm to cover up the fact that they’re lonely”

-> Josiah, “Don’t even think about mentioning Avantee or Vin’nyla.”

-> Karissa, “Adopted little sister.”

-> Owen, “I’ll help to make things less painful as much as I can.”

-> Barbara, “why couldn’t you have been my mom damn it?”

-> Chance, “idk how to feel.”

-> Amelia, “ohhh, can you teach me some alchemy?”

Nico:

-> Pandora, “Hey you’re like me, maybe we can like, help each other out?”

-> Noah, “why are you so obsessed with electricity and fire…? Also please stay away from me, you scare me.”

-> Ambrose, “scary…”

-> Constance, “Very protective but still kinda scary”

-> Nathaniel, “You don’t have to be like mom…”

-> Natasha, “You don’t have to be like dad…”

-> Lilith, “please stop flirting with everyone. Even if it does sometimes get us out of bad situations”

-> Josiah, “You’re pretty cool, you know a lot about the gods.”

-> Karissa, “I like your stories, reminds me of mom to be honest.”

-> Owen, “ah… why are so many of you scary?”

-> Barbara, “not a huge fan of your gun… or Pandora, Noah’s, or Chance’s guns for that matter.”

-> Chance, “You feel safe to be around, which is weird because you’re kinda loud”.

-> Amelia, “you’re like, the only person who actually gets me besides Karissa and Pandora”

Nathaniel

-> Pandora, “Great. Another person willing to do the gods’ bidding. For both your and my sake, I hope the god of death changes his mind.”

-> Noah, “*glares in mutual “I’m a huge dick to everyone but don’t want to admit it” energy*”

-> Ambrose, “Get off my ass will you?! Demonic ass…”

-> Constance, “What is it with the demons in this group and wanting to boss me around?”

-> Nico, “Make up your mind.”

-> Natasha, “Stop sucking up to dad.”

-> Lilith, “Gross.”

-> Karissa, “Another demon, great.”

-> Owen, “Finally, someone who actually listens”

-> Barbara, “You listen but I’m not sure I like you.”

-> Chance, “Get away from me cyborg.”

-> Amelia, “Thanks for patching me up I guess.”

Natasha:

-> Pandora, “The next champion of death? Maybe you could help me?”

-> Noah, “Reckless fool.”

-> Ambrose, “A friend and ally”

-> Constance, “Also a friend and ally”

-> Nico, “Pick a side, please.”

-> Nathaniel, “Stop trying to force me to be like mom when you already so badly want to be like her.”

-> Lilith, “Could you teach me how to flirt/get into a relationship. I have someone I might like…”

-> Josiah, “You know a lot about the gods, maybe you could help me too?”

-> Karissa, “Your music sounds great, have you heard of soul singing?”

-> Owen, “That’s one hell of a hammer. Keep it away from me please.”

-> Barbara, “You’re pretty cool, still kinda scary though.”

-> Chance, “how are you not dead.”

-> Amelia, “Oh I guess that’s how he’s not dead”

Lilith

-> Pandora, “You feel… no sexual attraction??? How is that possible??”

-> Noah, “You’re murdering your abusers. Okay, I’ll leave you to it my dude.”

-> Ambrose, “Shit he knows doesn’t he?”

-> Constance, “Shit she knows doesn’t she?”

-> Nathaniel, “dude literally stop being an ass to everyone.”

-> Nico, “I could help you with your confidence if you’d like!”

-> Natasha, “oh I could totally teach you how to pick up a partner uwu”

-> Josiah, “Hey dude, you alright? You haven’t been right since Asterope reached out…”

-> Karissa, “You hide behind your bubbly persona when you’re really hurting…”

-> Owen, “Pour me another shot old man! >:D”

-> Barbara, “Badass woman, love it.”

-> Chance, “ayyy! Fellow alcoholic!”

-> Amelia, “Doctor lady. You’ve seen shit haven’t you?”

Josiah

-> Pandora, “You’re in a similar situation that I’m in, but you seem to be less equipped than I am. Maybe I could help?”

-> Noah, “You are a very scary man. I don’t take kindly to how much you engage in murder, but your reason is honorable at least.”

-> Ambrose, “Maybe tieflings aren’t as bad as I thought…”

-> Constance, “You fight for what’s right, I was wrong about you.”

-> Nathaniel, “You need to look in yourself and address why you feel so angry.”

-> Natasha, “I know what it’s like to be in someone else’s shadow…”

-> Nico, “You’re conflicted, but that’s alright. You’re not supposed to have everything figured out.”

-> Lilith, “I’m fine…”

-> Karissa, “You’re getting better at using fire in combative ways!”

-> Owen, “You are a criminal…”

-> Barbara, “You are also a criminal…”

-> Chance, “I think you’ve had divine intervention. No normal person would’ve survived your injuries”

-> Amelia, “I’m sorry that people of my beliefs have tried to kill you, your distrust of me is founded and I respect it.”

Karissa:

-> Pandora, “You’re super cute! Love your hair :)”

-> Noah, “I’m glad you like my music!”

-> Ambrose, “big brother”

-> Constance, “big sister”

-> Nico, “I could play you a song if you’d like, just to ease the nerves”

-> Nathaniel, “Wow, rude.”

-> Natasha, “Maybe I could take your mind off of the situation for a little bit?”

-> Lilith, “Got any new songs? I was thinking we could sing about each of the members of The Crux once we know them better!”

-> Josiah, “thanks for keeping Lilith and I grounded Josie”

-> Owen, “yikes, scary…”

-> Barbara, “scary but in like, a mom way.”

-> Chance, “You seem like you have plenty of stories to tell, tell me them all! I want to sing about them!”

-> Amelia, “Thanks for the fire resistance but I’m a tiefling lol.”

Chance:

-> Pandora, “Champion huh? Ain’t you a special snowflake.”

-> Noah, “I respect what you’re doin’ kid, I’m all for it.”

-> Ambrose, “It’s the quiet ones that getcha”

-> Constance, “Yeah yeah stop badgering me…”

-> Nico, “My guy, you need to toughen up a little bit like your brother”

-> Nathaniel, “Okay maybe not that tough”

-> Natasha, “Go your own way kid, don’t stick in the shadow of your daddy”

-> Lilith, “Now that’s a way of life I can get behind”

-> Josiah, “A religious man, I respect that.”

-> Karissa, “You mind tellin’ me what your life used to be like, sounds interestin’ :)”

-> Owen, “That’s a whole ass criminal right there”

-> Barbara, “Glad to see you’ve improved Barb.”

-> Amelia, “For a “witch” you’re a pretty nice person”

Barbara:

-> Pandora, “Another rich kid… at least you don’t seem to be as bad as the others.”

-> Noah, “Hon I appreciate what you’re doing but uh, ya all right?”

-> Ambrose, “You and your sister are alright.”

-> Constance, “callin’ me out for bein’ an ass. I respect that.”

-> Nico, “hon you need to grow a thicker skin, I’m not expecting you to be perfect at first though.”

-> Nathaniel, “Well aren’t you a bundle of issues? I’m here when you wanna talk little boy.”

-> Natasha, “Another follower of the god of death? Seems we might get along.”

-> Lilith, “Be careful who you trust sugar.”

-> Josiah, “I hope the paladin thing works out for you.”

-> Karissa, “Running away and joining a group you never intended to be a part of… sounds familiar.”

-> Owen, “Lord, please take care of yourself. I’ll uh… I’ll kick your ass if you leave me with all these kids by myself.”

-> Chance, “Good to see you, Sheriff”

-> Amelia, “Glad we got to you before those townsfolk did.”

Owen:

-> Pandora, “You’re one of Diana and Alexander’s kids, aren’t you?”

-> Noah, “Sorry about your mom, kid.”

-> Ambrose, “I hope your brother sees the wrong in what he’s doing…”

-> Constance, “I hope you learn to detach yourself from your parents”

-> Nico, “Try not to be scared of everything kid, there’s too much good in the world to be scared of everything.”

-> Nathaniel, “…”

-> Natasha, “See yourself for who you are and not what you think you should be.”

-> Lilith, “You can have alcohol so long as you clean up after yourself.”

-> Josiah, “You and your sis are polar opposites”

-> Karissa, “Try to be a little more cautious, there’s still some shitty people out there.”

-> Barbara, “Yeah yeah, I’m trying…”

-> Chance, “Good on you for surviving, I can help you with your prosthetics if you’d like, got a few of my own actually…”

-> Amelia, “Thanks for helping with the pain, I appreciate it more than you know.”

Amelia:

-> Pandora, “I wish I could fix your situation… I wish I had something to fix your undead-ness”

-> Noah, “You aren’t human, are you?”

-> Ambrose, “I have just the thing to help you with your muscle pains!”

-> Constance, “I have something to help you in you and your brother’s fight against your literal demons”

-> Nico, “Ohhh! That’s a creative way to build a prosthetic :0”

-> Nathaniel, “You’re so reckless and yet so careful”

-> Natasha, “I have a mana potion if you need it for practice”

-> Lilith, “You’re not getting a health tonic after this, you get drunk too much, and I need those tonics for something else.”

-> Josiah, “I may have something that could help with the visions if you’d like…?”

-> Karissa, “A fire protectant potion just for you!”

-> Owen, “I wonder if the health and regeneration tonics are helping him…”

-> Barbara, “You’re pretty healthy! Good job!”

-> Chance, “stop being so careless you jerk >:T”

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