#goodnight robicheaux x oc

[rutschsblog]

LOVE AND WAR CHAPTER 1

goodnight robicheaux x oc

summary: addie and goody haven’t seen each other for years. what will happen when they see each other again? will their love re-kindle?

The second I heard a knock at my door I had a bad feeling in my stomach. I don’t know why, but I did.

“Who is it?” I called out as my hand grazed my pistol that was sitting on my bedside table.

“The name’s Faraday. Joshua Faraday. Sam Chisolm sent me.”

“God damn,” I laughed to myself in pure shock. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Sam. I walked over to open up the door. The man was a little under 6ft, he was probably give or take 4 years older than I was. I gave him a small smile as I held my hand out to shake his. He responded and tipped his hat to me.

“So how did you meet Chisolm? You seem to be a hell of a lot younger than he is.” Faraday asked as we trotted our horses to the “meeting spot”.

“For the record I’m 32 so not that much younger if you ask me. About seven or so years ago I knew a fella named Goodnight. Him and Sam were friends so I knew him.”

“Goodnight Robicheaux?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yes sir, we were um… good friends but my Daddy wasn’t a huge fan of me and him being together if you know what I mean.” It was true, I was in love with Goody but my Daddy hated him so much he made us move states. But he’s been dead for five years now and I live on my own. I wish I could go back and tell him I wasn’t leaving. Faraday didn’t respond, all he did was let out a little chuckle as we stopped at this huge tree. There were a few people scattered around the tree. I hopped off my horse as I ran up to Sam and gave him a hug. He groaned as our bodies collided and held me tight.

“Goody’s here,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled away from me. I saw him. He was leaning up against the tree, cigarette in hand.

“Who’s the lady?” I asked as I tried to forget Goody was a yard away from me.

“That’s Emma. We work for her,”

I smiled kindly as I walked over and shook her hand.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Glad to see another woman,” She laughed in content as we shook hands. I let go of her hand and walked up to Goody.

“Hey,” I greeted quietly. His head shot up so fast you’d think he’d heard a ghost. I couldn’t quite read his facial expression as he took a long draw of his cigarette, never breaking eye contact with me. I was horrified, I know that sounds stupid. I didn’t have a reason to be horrified of him, when I told him I had to leave he was nothing but kind and understanding. I’ll never forget what he said to me that day. “maybe someday we’ll see each other again and we can start over,”. I still loved him, I never touched any other man since him. It sounds pathetic but I couldn’t. I guess I held onto the hope that someday we’d see each other again.

“How’s your Daddy?” Goodnight asked in a smart-ass tone.

“Dead, heart attack,” I responded with a light laugh. Sure I liked my father but I’m not the most forgiving person on planet earth. I certainly wasn’t gonna forgive him for taking love away from me. Goody stood up tall and started walking towards his horse as he walked by he made sure to get as close to me as possible. I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke.

“It’s good to see you Addie,” He smiled as he put a kind hand on my shoulder before he continued to make his way over to his horse. I sighed as I wiped the sweat that gathered onto my forehead. This was gonna be a long trip.

“Who’s that?” I called out as I pointed in the general direction of a man I’ve never seen before.

“Billy Rocks he’s with me,” Goody responded as he put his hat back on his head. I walked up to Faraday as he was having a conversation with Sam.

“Oh good we gotta mexican,” Faraday said sarcastically as he walked up to the poor guy.

“Ole muchacho,”

“Faraday stop being an ass,” I criticized as I walked past him, grabbing the hat off of his head in the process.

“What a merry band we are.” Goody commented as we trotted on our horses down a dusty path. He went on to give everyone a stereotype such as a “texican” and so on. But there’s one thing he said that stuck with me.

“This is not gonna end well.”

[hanajimasama]

Worth fighting for

On a roll! @geekyelvenchick I finally got this done for you. Sorry it ended up being mostly Teddy. sorry it took so long D8

Teddy finally plucks up the courage to talk to Goodnight about his intentions with his daughter. 

It’ll be alright. You’ve gotten through worse situations.

Teddy sat in the Saloon with his hands clasped together, his knee bouncing with nerves. It had been almost a month since the battle for Rose Creek, the seven protectors were now almost fully healed. Though Faraday was still bedridden which he didn’t mind so much since Elizabeth kept him company most days. Goodnight was finally up and about after his fall from the church steeple he’d broken his leg and fractured his arm. Goody limped in with Sam at his side. Teddy took a deep breath and moved from his chair heading over to where Goodnight and Sam were sat.

“Mister Robicheaux…” Teddy’s voice shot up several octaves as the Cajun’s name left his mouth,

“Everything alright Teddy?” Goody asked glancing up at Teddy who was starting to wonder what was worse: fighting a seemingly impossible battle or confronting Goodnight Robicheaux.

“C-could we talk Mister Robicheaux…in private.” he stuttered quickly.

“I think here is just fine. Sit down son.” Sam excused himself giving his chair to the anxious young man and left them to talk. Teddy sat down and ran the words through his head one last time “Now what’s this about son?”

He took a deep breath and sat up straight, rigid as a plank of wood. “Mister Robicheaux..I..I..See.. I like your daughter..Miss Violet..a lot…I mean I love her sir..and I..wanted to…get your permission to marry her, Mister Robicheaux sir…”

That could have been worse and better. Teddy you’re a fool.

“You want to marry my daughter? My little girl? My only daughter?” Goodnight’s tone was less welcoming than normal, it was stern and it scared Teddy right to his core.

“Yes sir” Teddy balled his fists on his lap willing himself to carry on “I don’t know what sort of life I can provide Violet but.. I love her Sir and I just want to do right by her. I ain’t never met anyone as kind and as beautiful as her and I want to spend the rest of my days with her.” There he said it and now he waited for Goodnight’s response. Goody swilled the drink Sam had brought him around the glass before knocking it back.

“And does Violet reciprocate these feelings?” His steel blue eyes flicked up dangerously from the empty glass that sat atop the weathered table.

“I have spoken to Violet about it…she feels the same but I would like your permission sir..It’s only proper.”  Teddy maintained eye contact with Goodnight which was difficult, the Cajun sharpshooter was very intimidating.

“Very well. If Violet feels the same way, I would not want to make her sad but and let me be perfectly clear Teddy. If you harm or make my dear daughter sad in anyway, there will be nothing on this god given earth that will stop me from dragging you to the gates of hell myself. Ya understand?” Teddy nodded vigorously mumbling a ‘Yes Sir. Goodnight smiled “Well then, we understand each other. Welcome to the family son.”

Teddy smiled gingerly, he felt like he’d had a near death encounter but it was official, he was permitted to marry Violet and that was something he was willing to fight for.

[coffeeandtin]

You Don’t Spit into the Wind

...and you definitely don’t mess with someone Goodnight Robicheaux and Billy Rocks love. Anon requested a story where Poly Billy and Goody stand up for their s/o, female reader who has difficulty speaking. I’ve gotta say, this one was a lot of fun to write.

Shoulder-to-shoulder with you, Goodnight leaned with his back against a fence post. He appeared so diligently casual that you wondered –as you always did –to what degree Goodnight felt the calm he exuded. At any rate, you marveled at his ability to set up a duel so quickly.

You watched as Billy took his place, twenty-odd paces, opposite a rangy, smiling local man. Billy looked to be entirely without preoccupation. So calm. It was easy to believe he was incapable of losing. You’d never seen it occur, after all. Victory occasionally posed more of a threat than a loss, though; and so you would wait through this duel the same way you did all the other ones: with anxious pride.  

The man who officiated the match (a blacksmith by trade, Goodnight had said) introduced Billy and the other man, who was called Pete. The crowd received him with warmth, while they were indifferent to Billy. No surprise there. Indifference in these situations, you thought, was far preferable to ire.

“Ready?” the official bawled.

Both men nodded.

I hate this part, you thought.

But maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

Billy’s was in his element. Unfailingly calm. You hated the framework of these fights, but there was a part of you that loved them. You loved watching Billy; loved to see him win.

         The mediator’s pistol sounded. Two shots followed in quick succession, and two tin cups and the water they’d contained spiraled upward.

Billy won by a noticeable margin. Half the crowd cheered, and the other half grumbled. Only one among them –an attractive man with a scar that ran the length of his jawline –was particularly loud about his dissatisfaction with the result. He went quiet before too long, and Billy paid him no mind. You cheered outwardly, but you also steeled yourself for the inevitable backlash...but none came.

“Goddamn, that was fast!” came the breathless voice of Billy’s opponent.

Billy was always wary, and suspicion quirked his eyebrow as the younger man approached with a hand extended. When they shook hands, though, you could see that Billy decided that the man’s amicable reaction to the loss was genuine; and so you did, too.

Goodnight went around and collected the winnings in his hat and you found your way over to Billy, whose gaze was downcast as he reloaded his gun and listened to Pete talk. Pete tipped his hat at you as you approached.

“Miss,” he said.

You nodded a greeting and smiled, relieved that the stranger took such an amiable view of losing.

“Y’all’ve gotta let me buy you drinks tonight.”

You and Billy shared a cigarette and a dubious glance, but Goodnight answered for both of you as he approached.

“That sounds just fine to me. We’ve got a lot to celebrate.”

“That settles it,” Pete said as he extended a hand to Goodnight. “Meet me at the saloon tonight after sundown.”

The three of you looked at Pete, but he happily supplied the answer to the question you were all, wordlessly, asking.

“Only one in town,” he said, pointing own the street. “It’s just down the way.”

You sat in the tub with a cloth over your face. Slowly the heat of the water eased away the aches that had developed from being on the road for so long. Someone entered the room and walked with quiet footfalls, to the other side of the room. You could hear the unfastening of a weapon belt, and the sound of cloth brushing over flesh. You knew it was Billy; and you didn’t need to remove the cloth from over your eyes to know what he looked like as he, lean and bare, joined you in the tub.

Beneath the cloth, you smiled.

The door opened again and Goodnight’s lively footsteps interrupted the pleasant silence between you and Billy.

“Either of you seen my damn…”

You didn’t have to hear the rest of the sentence. You knew Goodnight was looking for the pocket watch he’d left on the table. You dragged your arm from under the water and pointed to the counter. You heard several ponderous steps, then an expression of epiphany.

“Wiseass,” you heard him say.

Your grin broadened. After Goodnight adjusted his watch, he crossed over to you and slowly peeled the cloth away from your face. He looked down at you, and you looked up at him.

“Got you something,” he said, keeping one hand behind his back.

“We,” Billy corrected as he lolled his head to the side.

You thought you saw him wince at the motion, and you decided you would make it a point to offer to massage the muscle for him. The affection between you and Billy, as it had been with Goodnight, had been instant; but it had taken a while before Billy let you care for him in even the smallest of ways.  

“Right,” Goodnight amended, with the flicker of a sheepish grin. “We got you something.”

You looked from Goodnight, to Billy, then back again, and you crinkled your nose. That small change in your expression conveyed your intended meaning: You didn’t have to do that.

“Well, we ain’t takin’ it back,” Goodnight said.

Such sweet-natured belligerence earned him your smile. You nodded, and Goodnight produced the small box he’d been concealing. You reached for it, but your hands were wet. You lifted your chin a little, delegating the honor to Goodnight. He opened the box, and revealed a silver chain and locket. You could tell that the craftsmanship was of singular quality. Your index finger hovered above the locket; and in the air you traced the shape of your initials, imitating the way they were elegantly scrawled on the cover. Goodnight opened the locket. Within, there was a picture of Goodnight on the left, and one of Billy on the right.

It was lovely, and the welling of emotion you felt made forming words even more difficult for you than it already was. You took a breath and focused on the words, your mind working to unjumble the syllables; the inflection.

“I l-love it,” you said.

“Happy birthday,” they said in unison.

Several hours later, the three of you found yourselves in the town’s saloon. If it had a name, it was likely only known to those who frequented it. As it turned out, Pete was good on his word about buying drinks. The music was lively and Goodnight took you around the dance floor. The two of you stopped only when you were both laughing too hard to continue. Breathless, and rosy-cheeked, you rejoined Billy, who had been watching you and Goodnight with a small smile on his face. Pete joined you with another round of drinks.

It would have been difficult, even if you had been so inclined, to get a word in between Goodnight and Pete. The two prattled on, on the subject of war, and travel, and gunfights. Pete freely shared the town’s gossip and advised them about the best places to shop and eat. The conversation shifted in Billy’s direction. Pete informed you that Billy had to be the quickest draw he’d ever seen.

Pete asked you questions that could be answered with nods of shakes of your head. He didn’t bother stating that you didn’t say much, and as such, you thought that he must be the best host that you, Goodnight and Billy had ever had the good fortune to encounter.

“You lost me some money today, Petey.”

Your quartette turned in the direction of the voice. You recognized the handsome, scarred man from the corral. Pete eyed the man before his sanguine nature took over. He shrugged and smiled.

“Well, I can’t help that you bet on the wrong horse, Joe.”

Joe continued to glower before muttering something, shaking his head and turning away.

“Is he a problem?” Billy asked.

“Nah,” Pete said. “Even I can outdraw him. Besides, my dad’s the Sherriff.”

The three of you laughed at this, but if you weren’t mistaken there was something lonely in Pete’s smile that you hadn’t noticed before. It was there and gone, though and all of you continued to converse as if nothing had happened.

You stood and told Goodnight and Billy you were going to step out for a moment. You looked back on your way out, though you didn’t need to, to know that they would be watching you.

           Compared to the inside of the bar, the veranda was quiet; but it was not so quiet that you didn’t hear heavy steps approach you.

           “Hi there.”

           You were unsure if it was Goodnight and Billy’s absence, or your own instinct that made your muscles grow tense, but you were very much aware that Joe was between you and the entrance to the saloon.

           You nodded, but made a move to return to the inside of the building.

           “Aw, now what’s your hurry?” he asked as he stepped in front of you.

           You glared up at him as he ran a finger along the scar on his jawline. The mark, you saw, did nothing to detract from even planes of his face and his bright green eyes. But there was something else there, too. There was self-righteous entitlement that caused you to step backward.

           “I just wanted to say hello,” he said as his eyes raked over you. “Don’t you wanna say hi back?”

           You moved your head from side to side and crossed your arms over your chest. You didn’t use your voice, but there was no equivocation in your reply.

           “That ain’t polite,” he said as he stepped closer, makintg to touch your arm.

“There a problem out here?”

Goodnight’s arrival, for all you knew, might well have been divine intervention. He put himself between you and Joe. There was glint in his eyes that you had never seen; and there was ferocity there that you would not have believed, had you not seen it yourself.  Goodnight flashed a smile. It was tantamount to bearing his teeth.

Joe sneered at Goodnight.

“Somethin’ on your mind?”

“As a matter of fact, there is.”

“Is that right?”

Goodnight nodded and ran his tongue over his lips.

“Mmhmm,” he said, though his reply could have been mistaken for a growl. “I don’t think you wanna be kickin’ this particular hornet’s nest.”

There was the sound of a gun cocking and for a horrible moment you thought your assailant had pulled his piece on Goodnight. That was not the case, though. Goodnight’s handgun was level with the man’s stomach.

The man laughed at this. It was the sound of someone who was either too capricious or too stupid to care. Whatever fear you’d felt was replaced by anger. You straightened your arms, balled your hands into fists.

“You ain’t gonna shoot me.”

Movement behind the man drew your eye.  Billy walked up behind him with the silent confidence of a predator.

“Naw, maybe not,” Goodnight said with a cluck of his tongue. He didn’t holster his gun, though. “That would be loud. Messy. Though, maybe it would be fitting. Now, Billy, there; he could maim you. Quickly, quietly. And he could cut you open in a dozen different ways in the space of a few seconds.”

You didn’t see Billy move, but the way Joe’s eyes went wide, and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed told you that Billy had a blade pressed into his back.

“And you know what?” Goodnight asked, his tone low, but laced with cold humor.

Joe stood there, mute and chastised.

“I asked you a question, son.”

The way Joe flinched, you surmised that Billy must have put new pressure on the knife.  

“What?” He asked.

You would have been lying if you’d said the way Joe tried, and failed, to keep the panic out of his voice wasn’t gratifying. To most, Billy would have been implacable in that moment, but not to you. The set of Billy’s jaw, the tension in his shoulders, and the absolute focus in his gaze, begged Joe to give him a reason to do violence against him.

“Your guts,” Goodnight said with absolute sincerity,” would hit the floor before the rest of you.”

His voice was so low that only the four of you were privy to his words.

“You understand me?”

Joe looked at the ground and shook his head, affirming that he did.

“What was that?” Goodnight pressed. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes, what?”

Something in Goodnight’s eyes gleamed, and you realized you’d seen similar joy in cats toying with mice.

“Yes, sir,” he grated out, insolence creeping back into his voice.

“Well,” Goodnight said. “That’s real good. Now all you have to do is apologize to this lovely lady, here. And we can part ways.”

Something stoked a flame in the younger man, and for a moment you thought he was going to lash out at the possibility of being forced into that indignity. With an expedient jab, Billy saw to it that that flame was extinguished.  

“A-Alright, alright, C-Christ!” he said, his voice juttered and rose in pitch. “Alright.”

He looked at you. Fear, anger and injured pride obscured whatever contrition may or may not have been there, but there was no doubt in your mind that he was sorry he crossed paths with you, Goodnight and Billy.

“I’m sorry, miss.”

You nodded, and rested your hand on Goodnight’s forearm as you met Billy’s gaze. They’d made their point.

“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that we don’t want to see you again,” Goodnight said before Joe skulked away without a backward glance.

Goodnight put an arm around your shoulders and you let out a breath. Billy put his blade in its respective sheath before taking your hand in his and brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Are you alright?” Billy asked; his outrage evident only to you and Goodnight.

Both men looked at you. You knew a nod would have been sufficient to express that you were no worse for wear. You knew neither of them felt entitled to your voice and that made you that much more determined to answer with a word.

“Yes,” you said.

It was the truth. There was relief and worry in both of their faces. They needed you as much as you needed them.  But some things, you thought, didn’t need to be said.

[oceluna]

[hellolittleogre]

Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Goodnight Robicheaux/Billy Rocks, Sam Chisolm & Goodnight Robicheaux Characters: Billy Rocks, Goodnight Robicheaux, Sam Chisolm, Vasquez (The Magnificent Seven 2016), Joshua Faraday, Emma Cullen Additional Tags: College AU, Tropes, Mutual Pining, Roommates, omg they were roommates, Idiots in Love, sustained misunderstanding, Coming Out, OCs - Freeform, one use of the word fag Summary:

Billy had initially been worried about having a roommate in college, he’d not shared a room since he was six and shared with his sister, and from what he could remember it had been intensely annoying. He was pretty reserved and needed his own space: and what if his roommate was loud or messy, and never did dishes, or never cleaned or always had people over? It could be a year of hell and Billy was feeling apprehensive, to say the least but Goody, or Goodnight which was his actual name, was, well, Goody was fine.

[rutschsblog]

okay so i’m getting ready to write the first chapter of my first fanfic!! the fanfic is named “love and war”. it’s going to be a goodnight robicheaux x oc. comment if you would like to be tagged in the first chapter when it’s released!!

[hanajimasama]

So I wrote this for @shenanigans-and-imagines as a congratulations gift for getting 500 followers. Well done lovely!!! It was supposed to be simply: Billy is secretly ticklish.

I got carried away. Billy being adorably clumsy too.

Ft Cassandra my Mag 7 OC. Gonna upload this on ao3 tomorrow. 

Billy Rocks was a very quiet and secretive man. He didn’t show too much emotion around people other than Goodnight Robicheaux, his close friend and saviour. Even then Goodnight only saw so much. There were a few little secrets Goody had seen and found endearing but never mentioned them to Billy unless he wanted to tease his new travelling companion. It was when Billy let his guard down Goodnight sometimes forgot how deadly he was.

When they started traveling together and they stayed at an inn. Billy was like a child, clearly having not slept in an actual bed for some time Billy sat on the edge of the bed and bounced on it lightly astonished by the comfort of the springiness of the mattress. Goody had noticed him do that out of the corner of his eye with a little smile on his face. This was the same man who had fought an entire bar with his bare hands.

After his first night sleeping in an actual bed Goody was greeted in the morning by a very disorientated Billy who was very much still half asleep, his thick dark hair in complete disarray and his loose white shirt hanging off one shoulder. Goodnight had to stifle his laughter and pursed his lips trying to hide his smile “Sleep well?” Billy replied with a nod and yawned running a hand through his wild hair as he swung his bare legs out of the bed. Rising to his feet and going to take a few steps towards the chair that was covered in his trousers and jacket, Billy found that his legs had gone to sleep resulting in him hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes baring his behind to the Cajun who could no longer control his laughter “You okay down there Billy?” Goodnight chuckled and moved round to offer a hand to Billy “up you get son.”

“My leg...is numb” Billy announced quietly.

“Probably slept in an odd position, it’ll pass” Goodnight curbed his laughter again as he got a scowl from Billy who was sat upright now trying to get feeling back in his leg “sorry Billy I couldn’t help it. Not with your hair like a birds nest. When you’re dressed we’ll go get you a haircut and a shave….and some boots. These boots have more holes than a mine.”

*

Despite Billy being rather clumsy at times he did have a habit of showing off. They had been dining at an establishment when some drunks started to mouth about letting folks like Billy in. They were silenced quite quickly. Billy barely looked up from his plate of food and with grace and accuracy threw the knife he had in his hand at the leader of the group, it lodged itself deep within his neck killing him within seconds. The bar was deadly silent and Billy didn’t look up or say anything just calmly sat eating his meal. Goody smirked and went to deal with the mess.

“Goodness Billy that was quite the scene.”

“Mm. he was being loud.” Was Billy’s response as he chucked his jacket on the chair and laid his belt laden with silver daggers on the table

“I certainly didn’t expect you to throw a utensil at him. You killed that lout with great panache” Goody was met by a very confused stare “panache...flair..style.” Billy nodded and stretched his arms above his head. Goodnight wasn’t sure what made him do it but as he walked past Billy he jabbed him in the ribs earning a strange mixture of a yelp and laugh. They both looked at each other with shock. Billy wasn’t overly sure what just occurred and Goodnight was registering the adorable noise Billy just made “are you ticklish.” He moved quickly grabbing each side of Billy making him squirm and darted around the table. Goodnight Robicheaux was hunched over laughing he had never seen Billy so startled. They’d known each other for a few months now and he was still learning so much about Billy. “I’m sorry Billy. I won’t do it again.”

Billy frowned and hurried past Goodnight and crawled under the covers of his bed on the opposite side of the room to Goody’s glaring at him from over the bed sheet.

*

Some years later Billy was still surprising Goodnight. They were in Rose Creek readying to face off against Bartholomew Bogue when two women rode into town announcing they were going to help them. Faraday was skeptical at first and quite vocal about it. Cassandra, the shorter of the two, shot the neck off the bottle of whisky he was about the drink and they argued loudly. Rosemary, the taller redhead and Sam quelled the fighting and they introduced one another. When it came to Billy he simply tilted his hat and kept an aloof mysterious attitude around himself. Goodnight noticed his gaze from under the brim of his hat and the coy little smile tugging at his lips. Billy’s flair for showing off became more noticeable, especially around Cassandra. Vasquez leant against the wall at the back of the saloon next to Goodnight.

“He’s got it bad for the little chica hm?” He mused rolling a cigar between his lips before lighting it. Goodnight chuckled as he watched Billy throw two knives at a dummy with rapid succession and then handing one to the blonde at his side.

“His actions speak louder than words.”

Billy guided Cassandra’s body to the correct stance, as his hands rested on her waist to turn her he accidentally tickled her, Cassandra tensed and kept her poker face on not wanting to embarrass herself in front of Billy but managed to when the knife she threw missed the target horribly. Falling short of the dummy. “I’ll stick to my rifle…” she chuckled nervously handing the knife back to Billy who was smiling to himself. He hadn’t realised how stupidly he had been smiling “my knife throwing skills are that funny hm? Well we’ll see about that.” He was caught unawares by Cassandra as her hands grabbed his sides and that strange sensation that made him twitch and laugh raced through his body. He let out a short loud laugh and quickly twisted away from her tipping his hat to her and hurrying off before she could question anything.

Goodnight chuckled and went to talk to Cassandra who was stood staring bewildered at the spot Billy had previously been stood. She looked up at him opening her mouth to speak and could only point in the direction he had taken off in.

“Billy is rather ticklish..as you just found out.”

“That.” She stopped speaking to reply the scene once more in her head “that was adorable…” she let out a loud aggravated groan covering her face with her hands before running them through her blonde locks “why in God’s name did I tickle him. Ah! I could have done anything else!” She hunkered down to her knees mumbling to herself “b-but that was really cute...I want to do it again.”

Goodnight laughed at her dilemma and crouched down beside her “I would do it when he’s unarmed. He does get a little twitchy if you try and do that if he’s near anything sharp, almost lost a finger last time I tried.” He saw the mischievous glint in her eyes. “Why not trade rooms with Goodnight. Alone in a room with Billy I’m sure he’ll let you tickle him..in lots of places, eh chica.” Cassandra almost snapped her neck as she looked up at Vasquez who had a smirk on his face, her cheeks were flushed bright red at the notion of being alone with Billy. Alone...with Billy..she did wonder what the knife thrower looked like under his shirt. Her face went up brighter when she realised what the outlaw had actually been suggesting.

“V-Vasquez! That! Is…” she couldn’t get her words out and hurried away from the pair. For now she’d keep Billy’s secret quiet. Until that was she had a chance to hear that noise again.