#like. who are you again. do i owe you money. do you have a horse in the me-having-a-job-race. do you know me.

[gender-euphowrya]

it's So funny when people try to have jabs at you and make you uncomfortable by bringing up Touchy topics and you just. don't react

[beastofburdenxo]

Consider It Done

Tommy kidnaps his biggest enemy's daughter as payback. But, things aren't always what they seem.

Allusions of violence, mention of abuse, no smut.

You woke up in what looked like a dreary basement. Your throat was dry, and your head felt funny. All you remember is just walking down the street and having a wet rag being shoved over your face from behind. Assuming that it was chloroform, because you were knocked out immediately after that.

You hear a door being opened and someone walking down the stairs. For some reason, you dash into a dark corner, thinking that it was going to save you. An oil lamp is turned on, illuminating the space and the man before you. "There you are love, glad to see you up and alert." A cigarette is lit. "Would you like a smoke?" You ignore the question altogether and respond with one of your own. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"My name is Thomas shelby Love, but you can call me Tommy. I hate meeting like this. It's nothing personal, really, just business. Your father owes me money and isn't taking me seriously, so I did what I had to do."

Your eyes bug out at this information. Of course, your asshole father has made another enemy. And the feared Tommy shelby, the devil of small heath, at that. "And you think taking me will loosen him up? He'd rather die than give up anything of his. To him, people are replaceable, money not so much. I'm sorry that you put in so much work to get me, but honestly, he's probably glad I'm out of his hair."

"Is that right? What a shame that is." Tommy draws off his cigarette. "Such a pretty thing, kidnapped and taken to the devil's mansion, thrown in a basement never to be seen again. Surely he loves you more than that, dear."

"The man killed all of my pets when I refused to marry one of his gross friends. He has burned my clothes before, locked me out of the house. Trust me, Tommy, he doesn't care. He has never liked me and I don't know why."

"You are like a wild horse that can't be broken, and your father can't stand it. You won't bend to his will like most and from where I'm standing, it's like you are his enemy and not his daughter. I'd take it as a compliment. If he liked you, that would mean that you two are similar. I have no desire to harm you, I'll behave if you do. Give it a couple of days, and if he doesn't budge, you are free to go. I'll even give you money for a ticket anywhere you want to go."

You think for a moment. "So you don't want to hurt me? You'd rather help me out?"

Tommy nods, "I see a lot of myself in you. In fact, you promise to be good, I'll let you out of here and into the house. Take it as a mini vacation, time to think. If your father does pay up, you'll still get that ticket out if you'd like. Regardless of what he does or doesn't do, it won't affect you."

You reach for a cigarette, and Tommy obliges. "I can't just leave my mom alone with his ass. He's mean to her too, Tommy. He needs to pay for his sins sooner rather than later."

Tommy chuckles, "You'd make one hell of a peaky blinder. Fiesty and headstrong. Are you looking for a new job, perhaps?"

"Tommy, I'm serious," you reply, "I'd say my mom would give anything for him to be gone. If you took care if it, you'd get your money and then some. It would have to be discreet of course."

"Kidnap victim asking her kidnapper to put a hit out on her own father? That's a new one for me, love. It does sound tempting, I will say. Never had much use for an abusive wife beater."

You stand up with a new sense of purpose. "Either you do it, or when I get out, l will do it myself!"

Tommy comes towards you like he's going to grab you, but he stops himself from touching you. "No, I can't have that. There's no need for an innocent to have blood on her hands. If you aren't successful, he will kill you, love. He won't think twice about it."

Tommy finally reaches out and gently stokes your face, "I don't want the fire to go out of your pretty eyes. Killing a man does that to a person, and you don't deserve that. If you want it done, consider it done. Consider yourself a partner in this and not a helpless victim. My only wish is that once this is all over, I can see you again. With permission, this time, of course. Let me do things the right way. Dinner?"

"Kidnapper asking his victim to dinner once she is released? That's a new one for me Tommy."

You take the cigarette from his mouth, since yours is long gone, and take a drag as if to think about it.

"Consider it done."

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Your assistant?

Devil!reader/Wanda maximoff

Words: 2,400

Summary: So your typical story of a devil being owed money from a family but instead of paying Wanda’s parents give her to you instead, her first day with you is an eventful one to say the least, I’m sure you two will get along great!

Not a slow burn but we don’t have Wanda in our grips yet, not willingly anyway

Warnings: 18+ only! MINORS DNI swearing, some inappropriate language I think, lmk if I missed any more

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You glared at the woman across the table from you, her whole body stiffened when she glanced up and saw you looking, that made you chuckle glancing at the redhead next to you “I think she’s nervous Natty” you chuckled but the Russian just rolled her eyes “you snatched her up from her dorm room before her classes, she’s probably worried about her attendance”

You nodded “I never understood why humans are so concerned with keeping schedules, life is short just go out and enjoy yourself, kill some men and fuck their wives, what else do they need to do?” You looked back at the woman across from you leaning forward to be closer “hey pretty girl, sorry for snatching you up but I really needed to talk to you”. She finally looked up again at you “if this is a way of asking me out then it’s really fucking stupid” you heard Natasha suck in a breath and you smirked knowing full well how Nat gets when someone younger than her swears, she was weird like that “watch your fucking tone miss Maximoff and don’t you dare speak to us like that!” See? Weird, she hates swearing but will swear at anyone who swears at her.

“Natty my aggressive little spider monkey how about you go outside and find Maria, use her body for a little bit to calm down okay?” You patted her slammed fist and she sighed agreeing to leave you alone with the woman, when she exited the room you moved across the room sitting next the woman smiling “little one do you know how much debt your family is in?”

Wanda shook her head “I know mama and papa like to bet on the horses but they said we were okay and had nothing to worry about” you nodded along with her and held out your hand for her take which she did “I understand they told you everything was fine but unfortunately you’re still in debt and as you can imagine I would like to be payed Wanda, be it money or other favours I choose”

Wanda snatched her hand away standing up shocked “oh so that’s why you snatched me?! Am I becoming some kind of prostitute for you and the crazy bitch out there to pay off my family’s debt?!”

You eyes widened and you had to hide your laughter “I mean if you wanted to skip around the place wearing barley nothing while the women here grope and use you then sure you can become our little plaything” her face dropped in horror and she went to speak again but you held your hand up stopping her “no pretty girl I won’t make you become our plaything, but I do need your help, you’ll become my assistant, you know helping with documents and accompanying me to events and meetings, your parents have already agreed”

Wanda was shocked, her parents really agreed to this? How could they, she had to call them.

“You can’t call them honey, from the moment you were taken by my security all communication was terminated between you and them, I can’t have you telling them what kind of activities you have gotten up to”.

“Like what?” She was curious but also nervous, you couldn’t do things that bad right? Also how did you read her mind?

You stood up stalking toward Wanda pressing her against the wall “I need you to trust me Wanda” your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s waist rubbing small circles there “do you trust me?” She shook her head no “I don’t know you, you literally snatched me up from my dorm and now you’re touching me inappropriately”.

You laughed “inappropriately? My fingers are on your waist not inside your pussy so don’t you dare tell me I’m being inappropriate right now, so I’ll ask you again, do you trust me?”

Wanda sighed relenting “sure” you smiled “good, your first job is to accompany me to a meeting in 20 minutes, you’ll stay quiet until I say you can speak, if you step out of line Natty will slit your throat faster than you can say sorry, got it?”

Wanda nodded her head so quickly you thought it would fall off “well done princess now to business” she didn’t have time to do anything before you lent down to kiss marks down her throat, sucking harshly against her skin she tried pushing you away but your hands gripped her keeping her in place “stay.still” you said sternly and Wanda relented standing still and letting you continue, you pulled away admiring the dark purple mark now blooming on Wanda’s neck “perfect”

Wanda let out a breathy sigh “I thought you said I was just your assistant, why’d you do that?”

You smiled kissing Wanda on the cheek “you are, but if I don’t mark you as mine then our conversation about you not becoming our plaything would’ve been for nothing Carol can be ravenous with an unmarked human”

“Why do you keep saying humans? It’s a little strange” Wanda had an idea but she really hoped it wasn’t true, being snatched was bad enough but adding in some weird supernatural thing would be even worse “it’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about, just know that you belong to me and I won’t let them touch your pretty body, now come on my assistant we have a meeting to go to”

**************************************************************************************************************”Took you long enough” Nat looked at Wanda’s neck and smirked “you work quick Y/n, that should keep the others away, maybe Carol will behave herself for once-

The double doors before you slammed open and the before mentioned Carol appeared with dark red eyes honing in on Wanda who quickly moved behind you clinging to your arm “are you our lunch? You look delicious!”

You growled at Carol keeping her in place “she’s mine and if you don’t stay away I will tear you limb from limb and make you eat the limbs” the woman held her hands up smiling at you “I love it when you threaten me Y/n, gets me all hot and bothered” she stepped towards you kissing you and biting your lip

“I miss you baby” she whispered and you rolled your eyes “you can���t say that when I walked in on you eating out Val, clearly you don’t miss me that much” You pushed the blonde away from you and Wanda and laughed at Carol’s expression, “you know she tricked me”

“How? Did she tell you there was candy in there? I’m guessing it was something sour” it was Wanda’s turn to let out a laugh now but she immediately shut up when everyone turned to look at her “was that funny princess?” You asked and she nodded “you’ll fit right in Wanda”

You pushed her through into the room and dragged her to a chair where you sat and she looked around confused “where do I sit?”

You pointed to your lap “either here or the floor” you stated matter of factly and Wanda blushed “w-why don’t I get a chair?”

“Because you’re mine and it’s a great way to keep a close eye on you if you’re on my lap, now sit” you pulled her onto your lap clumsily making the group laugh “god she’s adorable” Carol chuckled making her way next to you “forgive me yet?” She asked kissing your neck “no and I probably never will” she whined sadly “please forgive me I haven’t done anything since-

“Carol sit the fuck down!” Nat shouted jolting both Carol and Wanda “fuck me Nat you need to calm down” Carol scoffed moving away from you and avoiding the angry redhead’s gaze “I’ll calm down when you learn to not to stick your tongue where it doesn’t belong, I had to deal with Y/n’s heartbreak for weeks after she found you”. Carol rolled her eyes “we’re not children okay, how about we just carry on with the meeting”

You laughed “for once being an adult Carol, well done” you turned back to Wanda kissing her cheek “we need you to do something special, will you do that for me?”

Wanda shrugged knowing she couldn’t really say no “sure- she squeaked, when you jumped up with her in your arms suddenly “perfect!” You stood her up pointing to a bag on the table that she didn’t notice to begin with “can you take this dagger and stab the bag?”

Wanda looked at you questionably “what?”

“Just simply take the dagger and pierce the bag like a cook in the bag chicken” you pushed the dagger into Wanda’s hand making her face the bag guiding her hand “there’s nothing to worry about, stab right here” you pointed to a slightly raised part of the bag “what if I don’t want too?”

You shrugged “then I let Carol have her way with you” she glanced over at Carol who had her eyes glued to Wanda’s body and when she met her eyes Carol smiled “I would ruin you-

Wanda didn’t hesitate stabbing the bag but instantly regretted it when the bag spurted out blood and all over her, she heard roars around the room and heard Natasha’s voice “she hit the jugular vein! Like a pro!” Wanda couldn’t move her hand still grasping the dagger and the voices being drowned at by the blood rushing to her head

You cautiously removed Wanda’s hand from the dagger and pulled the stunned woman away from the group whispering in her ear “you did so well princess, what a good girl”.

Your voice went unnoticed by Wanda still shocked at what she did, she didn’t register you took her away until your forced her into a room and she could breathe again

“I can’t believe I did that….I killed someone…I fucking killed someone!” Wanda was shouting and panicking unable to calm herself down until you wrapped your arms around her waist leaning in close to her ear “shh shhh honey I understand come on now…shhh everything’s okay, I’m so proud of you” while your words did calm her down they didn’t stop tears from falling “I hate it here” she whispered and you kissed her cheek turning her around to face you “it’s been 3 hours, give it time”

Wanda had no fight back, instead she fell into you letting you lay her on the bed “rest for a while princess, take it all in”

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Nat found you drinking whiskey like a movie villain in your chair in a dark area of the front room “why are you sat in the dark like a movie villlian?”

You shrugged turning on the light illuminating the room and making you squint “why are you dripping blood all over my floor?” Looking at Nat covered in blood wasn’t anything new, in fact if she don’t have blood on her you’d be very concerned “Carol and I went out hunting and she can’t keep things clean”. You nodded along passing Nat a comically small napkin to wipe her face “thanks bud soooo helpful, how’s the assistant?”

“She’s a little upset about killing someone which is typical but I’m sure she’s fine” Nat sat down opposite you taking the bottle from the table and taking a long drink “I guess human’s do struggle with killing another living person, silly really”.

You agreed taking the bottle back and taking a swig sitting in silence with the woman for a few minutes. “I think she’s awake” Nat spoke up, you hummed in response turning your head to the stairs seeing your new assistant standing nervously on the stairs “feeling better Wanda?” She didn’t say anything instead she just walked downstairs and sat herself on your lap “oh? What do I owe the pleasure of this?” She pulled you into a kiss surprising both you and Nat, while you were definitely enjoying this you didn’t notice Wanda pulling a small knife from her pocket and plunging it into your stomach

You both stilled and Wanda’s breathing was heavy while you remained stoic staring into her eyes “did you really think that would work princess?”

Wanda felt a hand grab her hair and drag her off of you and throw her to the floor, when she looked up she saw Nat pointing a gun at her “give me a reason not to shoot you right between the eyes”.

You gently pulled the knife from your body discarding it on the floor and standing up and looking down at Wanda “you kill one person and now you want to kill me? Nat couldn’t even kill me so you don’t have a chance”. The tears gathered in Wanda’s already red and you started to feel bad making Nat lower her gun “Nat give us a minute”

The assassin sent you a questionable look but you just repeated “give us a minute” Nat sighed and put her gun away sparing Wanda one last glare and then she left you two alone “get up” your voice was stern yet gentle and Wanda immediately stood up wiping the tears that had fallen

“I know you don’t want to be here and I don’t want your experience to be horrible but you need to help me too, you’re here because of your parents they’re the ones you should be angry with, not me, if I didn’t step in for you you would’ve been sent to Steve and his group, they wouldn’t of hesitated to make you their plaything”

“I feel like I’m in a bad nightmare”

“Do you like to paint?” Wanda cocked her head to the side at the sudden change in sentence direction “what?”

“I said do you like painting? I have an art studio and it helps when I’m stressed, maybe it’ll help you adjust here”

Wanda gave a genuine smile “I do like painting, that would be nice”

You nodded walking through your house followed by the girl keeping close to you she didn’t get lost, finally coming to a door you opened it revealing the huge room with canvases and paints and even some pottery pieces

“Wow, this is a stark difference to a few hours ago” Wanda commented and you held back a laugh by biting your tongue “well I do have layers to me, take some time to paint or just look at some paints-

Wanda turned to face you stopping you talking

“Are you okay?” You asked and Wanda shook her head “I’ve killed someone, stabbed you, been threatened with a gun between my eyes by a crazy woman and now you’ve given me a nice room to paint in”

You shrugged “I need you be in a good mood to be working with me, otherwise I don’t have any use for you”

Wanda’s smile dropped “oh okay, I thought you were being nice”

Why were you being like this? What is the human doing to you, god Nat would never let you hear the end of it if you started to soften

“I just don’t want you to put yourself in any danger, then I’d have to deal with the consequences”

Wanda have a halfhearted smile and turned back to the room sitting down on the chair “can I have some time on my own, to process all of this?”

You sighed “sure, I need to do things, I’ll have to lock the door though and you’ll stay here for the next two hours then I’ll come and get you, the bathroom is over there” you pointed to a painted door “enjoy yourself, I won’t be this generous again”

You quickly left before she said anything and make you feel weird again, Natasha was waiting for you outside the room making you jump “fuck me nat what the hell?!”

The woman crossed her arms “why didn’t you let me kill her?”

“What?”

“You could find another one, she stabbed you and instead of killing her you just show her your painting room? Is the devil becoming soft?”

You pushed her hard against the wall and kept her pinned there with your arm “I’m not soft! She’ll break I’ll break her, todays just a learning day”

The Russian rolled her eyes “sure you will-

“Y/n!” Carol ran up to you stopping whatever Nat was going to say

“What do you want Carol?” You sighed and she grabbed you kissing you hard “please take me back! I need you I’m really sorry about Val I swear she means nothing to me”

Nat laughed at Carol’s poor attempts at getting you back but then you did something unexpected “I don’t forgive you Carol but I need to do something stupid and here you are, come on”

You dragged a happy Carol away to your room leaving the shocked demon behind “why do I put myself through this? Take me back to poking humans with a hot poker in hell over this any day”

[stellisketches]

Random MCD Headcanons that have nothing to do with anything (Part 5???)

Sorry I haven't made any real posts in forever. My drawing phone broke and college has been a bitch so i haven't really gotten the chance to make anything (though I finally made some more progress on the next chapter of my rewrite). In any case, please accept this next installment of head canons I wrote like 10 months ago and completely forgot about in lieu of anything that requires actual talent. Love y'all:

Laurance lost an incisor tooth in a fistfight when he was 19

When he got turned into a shadowknight it grew back, now he purposefully goes out of his way to loose teeth just cause he knows he can grow back an unlimited supply

Hayden has a cat named Bog Butter. He’s the color of butter and he found him in the bog. 

Vylad’s favorite vegetable is avocado

There are three major guard academies in Ru’aun: one in O’Khasis, one in Scaleswind, and one in Bright Port. 

Bright Port’s is the largest and most well known

O’Khasis’ is the most prestigious

Scaleswind’s academy is the most difficult

The bare minimum age to join is 14, though most people join between 16-19

Every guard must have a minimum of 2 years training to earn the actual title of Guard, however to serve in O’Khasis you need a minimum of 4 and for Scaleswind a minimum of 5. 

Part of that training includes apprenticeship, so they do get some in-field experience with their mentors (think unpaid intern)

Technically you can train for up to 8 years, however most people only train for 2-5.

Garroth was in academy for 3-4 (although to be fair he had been trained in sword fighting since he was like 9)

Laurance went for 5 years and Dante went for 6 ½ 

Dante lied about his age when he enlisted though

He was barely thirteen

Both went to the Bright Port Academy however they were in different divisions at different times since Dante is younger, so they really only saw each other in passing and never actually talked to one another

The only personal interaction they ever had was one time at the academy Laurance was trying to get back to his dorm after a night of copious drinking and partying and could barely walk out the front door of the bar. Dante (who was pretty tipsy himself) ended up half-carrying back to Laurance’s dorm before going back to his own. Neither of them remember this. 

Katelyn’s two older brothers’ names are Kaj and Khareem

Khareem is the oldest, then Kaj, then Katelyn, then Kacey

Occasionally, when he is absolutely, positively, 100% sure he is alone, Zane will sing to himself sometimes

Dante once did a Zane impression in front of everyone and Garroth got so freaked out by how realistic it sounded he made Dante swear he’d never do that voice around him again. 

The worst argument Kenmur and Emmalyn ever had during their marriage was whether their system was heliocentric or geocentric (Kenmur argued the former and Emmalyn argued the latter)

In most colleges across Ru’Aun, there is usually some statue of Enki that students will leave offerings to before their big exams

Offerings vary, but it’s usually something like food, money, trinkets, or paper. It varies on how important the exam/how desperate the students are

Kenmur went to one of these colleges for a few years

One time he fell asleep the night before his final exam and he woke up like an hour before his exam was supposed to take place and in a fit of panic he dumped his entire wallet in front of the statue. He passed with flying colors.

One time at the Narhakan college someone left a life-sized horse statue made out of gold. No one has any idea where it came from or who left it. It’s become kind of an urban legend among all the colleges

Zenix never learned how to read and by god he isn’t about to wimp out now

Garroth tried to teach him once and it… did not go well

Let’s just say Garroth still owes Emmalyn a book from that incident. And a new table. 

Zianna came from the same region that Esmund was native to

Katelyn absolutely despises the feeling of sand in her shoes

Dmitri and Nekoette raided the Bright Port guard academy kitchen the first night they got sworn in

Dmitri also had to go to the infirmary after getting shot in the arm by one of Nekoette’s loose arrows

Laurance can play the piano and used to play it at some of the taverns in Meteli

Levin and Malachi both know a good bit of Elvish thanks to spending so much time in Yggdrasil

They switch to Elvish for the majority of their arguments

[flowerandblood]

Sweet kiss, sweet blood (5)

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: fingering, smut, angst, kissing, drinking blood ]

[description: A centuries-old vampire lives in Victorian England, bored and discouraged. His old friend sends him a letter, inviting him to his new country house. Aemond arrives there to rest. Next to the property, there is a small chapel, visited by the faithful. It turns out that at night, a young lady prays in it. Sexual tension, profanation, murder, blood drinking.]

I owe the idea for this wonderful series to: @qyburnsghost

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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After what he said everyone around him froze in shock. He thought he was a goddamn imbecile. He wondered how he could say something like that without thinking, without planning. The words flew out of his mouth before he could process them.

However, he decided, surprised at himself, that he would not back down from them. He wanted to see what would happen. His gaze darted to the side, Criston stared at him enraged, his mouth pressed into a tight line. Mr. Whaterfield didn't know what to say for a moment, completely bewildered.

"But… but ser, my daughter is already engaged." He mumbled, pale, not expecting this turn of events. Aemond smirked at his words.

“As far as I know, your daughter did not agree to marry Pastor Smith.” He said low.

Mr. Whaterfield shot a quick, reproving glance at his daughter who looked down in horror. Her entire body was trembling. Aemond thought, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, that he had just given her a nervous breakdown. There was nothing he could do about it.

He had to have her for himself.

"I… everything's already settled…" Mr. Whaterfield said uncertainly, but Aemond cut him off mid-sentence.

"I don't want her dowry. I don't lack money. I have properties in several towns and villages. I can give you one as a summer residence. I will gladly introduce you to the salons in London. You can even meet the royal family there. Consider my proposal together with your daughter. Have a nice day." He said succinctly, as he put the top hat on his head and started walking towards his horse.

Criston followed him in shock, bidding everyone a quick goodbye. He caught up with him after a while on horseback, blocking his way, looking at him enraged.

"Have you completely lost your mind? What did you not understand about my request not to pay attention to us? Now the whole Mantfield will gossip about us!" He growled, enraged, his vampire fangs gleaming in the sun. Aemond was not impressed. He thought maybe it was better.

“Proposal is a human thing.” He grunted low, looking away, unfazed. Criston laughed at his words, looking at him in disbelief.

"Are you mad? Are you going to marry her?" He asked amused, coming closer to him. "When are you going to tell her she won't have children with you? That you won't share the autumn of your life with her because you'll never grow old? That instead of soup for dinner you'd be happy to suck the blood from her neck?"

Aemond stared at him with pursed lips. He skirted him on horseback, moving unhurriedly towards his mansion. Behind him, he heard a loud, drawn-out sound of rage escape from Criston's mouth.

"You bastard!" He shouted after him.

Aemond had never been so eager for night to fall. Criston didn't speak to him, locked in his bedroom. He decided that was even better. He had hoped that Miss Whaterfield would come to the chapel, if only to talk to him about his proposal. He had to be alone with her, he felt that he couldn't take it anymore.

In the evening he was sitting on the sill again, looking out the window. His whole body was tense with anticipation and desire. He felt his manhood harden at the thought of her, standing in front of him again in her nightgown. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from touching her this time.

From tasting her.

He froze as he saw a warm glow of light in the undergrowth. His mouth parted, his breath quickening, as he saw her figure slowly emerge from behind the trees, heading for the chapel.

He got up at once, wearing nothing but nightgown tucked into black trousers and boots. He wanted to see her as soon as possible. He practically ran through the park. He felt himself pumped up by some strange, unknown energy.

As he entered, Miss Whaterfield gave him a sharp look, pulling the shawl that was wrapped around her shoulders more tightly around her. She frowned and pursed her lips at the sight of him.

"You're an impudent bastard." She said angry, desperate, hurt. "You think you can just come and buy me?"

She stared at her intensely, his jaw clenching at the unpleasant tone of her voice. He narrowed his eye, his gaze dangerous, glittering. She swallowed at the sight, taking a step back.

“I had to make your father an offer. He is a materialist who deeply believes in God and will do what is more profitable to him. Is he not?” He asked, and she shuddered at his words, her gaze full of pain. He knew, looking at her, that though she didn't want to admit it, she agreed with him.

"My opinion doesn't matter?" She asked quietly, pressing her lips together. He took a step closer to her, but she took a step back toward the altar.

“Your opinion is of the greatest importance. He's just not to interfere." He grunted, as he took another step toward her like a wolf lurking among lingers on a deer. He decided he wasn't going to let her slip away this time.

He will enclose her in his claws and devour her.

She swallowed hard, her hands tightening on the fabric of her shawl as she stepped back again, her back suddenly hitting the stone altar bench. She stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'm not going to marry you. Nor pastor Smith. You both deserve each other." She whispered, her lip quivering slightly, her eyebrows twisted in pain.

Aemond pursed his lips at her words, feeling as if a needle had been driven into his body. He didn't like the feeling. He smiled menacingly, animally, finally standing over her, looking down at her.

“Say one word and I will leave. You will never see me again.” He purred, looking at her expectantly.

He saw her whole jaw quiver, her body shivering, but not from the cold. He saw the hesitation in her gaze, the pain, and something else. He thought with satisfaction that she was a complete mess.

"Say it." He hissed, coming so close to her that their bodies were practically touching. She breathed raggedly, terrified, looking pleadingly at him, tears welling up in her eyes.

She didn't want it.

She didn't want him to leave.

She drew in a sharp breath and shivered as he ran his cold fingers over her cheek. His thumb parted her lower lip slightly, revealing her fleshy, soft, pink texture. He waited for her to tell him to stop, but she couldn't make any sound.

He could feel how fast her heart was beating, how intensely her hot blood was pumping all over her body. He thought that a moment more and he would taste her, sink his fangs into her neck.

He wanted to try something else with her first.

His free hand touched her thigh, hidden under her nightgown. He felt her shudder, gasping for breath, looking at him imploringly, terrified. His fingers lifted the thin fabric of her chemise, brushing over her warm skin, gliding up to her buttocks. He heard her swallow hard, her mouth parted in disbelief.

"I'm going to touch you there. I won't hurt you." He whispered low, looking at her with determined, thirsty eye.

Her lips parted wider in a helpless moan as his hand slid between her warm thighs. His fingers ran over her hot, juicy entrance, throbbing and quivering. He sighed at the sensation, his mouth gaping in delight at her condition.

Her hand tightened on his arm, as if to hold him back, but there was no certainty in that grip. He rested his forehead against hers, looking at her softly.

"Easy." He murmured, his fingers starting to glide painfully slowly in a circular motion around her pearl, spreading her wetness over her throbbing skin.

She moaned softly, surprised and terrified by the pleasure that his touch brought her, her thighs trembling all over. Her grip on his arm loosened, her breathing quickened. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her nipples peeking out from under her chemise, hard and perky. He licked his lips at the sight.

"Just like that. Let me take care of you." He whispered.

He leaned lower and brushed his cold lips against hers, full, soft, hot, swollen with desire. His fingers between her thighs quickened their movements, pressing her harder. His other hand from her cheek slid down and tightened in her hair.

He kissed her greedily, almost animal, sucking her lips, wetting them with his saliva and tongue, making her moan sweetly into his mouth.

Her hands tightened on the material of his chemise, the sensation making it increasingly difficult for her to stand on her feet. A short, low moan escaped his throat as he felt her thighs part slightly for him.

He kissed her long and sticky, their lips wet with their shared liquids. Her scent made his head spin, he could feel her blood pulsing through her veins, all for him. His manhood was all hard.

He sped up the caresses, feeling that he wouldn't last much longer. His finger, massaging her clit began to tease her entrance from time to time.

She moaned helplessly into his mouth, shivers of pleasure ran down her spine as she felt it, not taking her lips off of him. He slid the tip of his finger into her, and she froze, horrified, gasping for air.

"Shhh. It's okay." He purred reassuringly, sliding his finger deeper into her, his nose brushing over hers.

They both gasped as he pushed him all the way in, then began to slide him in and out with the loud, wet, shameless click of her moisture. He felt her fleshy, hot structure tighten around his finger.

He knew, more or less, where every woman's pleasure spot was. When at last he found what he was looking for, and the tip of his finger began to press on that wonderful point, Miss Whaterfield began to moan louder, her body convulsing in search of fulfillment. He suspected that she had never touched herself before and did not know what was happening to her.

"Hold on just a little longer. It will be over soon." He whispered tenderly, feeling her walls tighten around his finger faster and faster, his mouth greedily pressing and caressing hers.

She gasped and moaned helplessly in front of him, burying her face into his, her nose brushing his cheek, seeking comfort, feeling something coming.

"I…please…" She mumbled in horror, her eyes cloudy, her mouth parted wide in a deep, ragged breath, her heart beating like crazy.

As she felt an unexpected, intense wave of unfamiliar pleasure rush through her suddenly, she threw her head to the side in embarrassment, squeezing her eyes shut and moaning sweetly, holding the fabric of his chemise tight, rising and falling on his finger.

"Just like that. You've done so well." He purred contentedly, kissing her temple.

He felt the waves of orgasm coursing through her body, his finger still moving deep inside her. His lips moved lower, down her cheek, to her neck. He parted his lips, feeling the pulse of her artery under his fangs.

"Do not scream." He said softly and dug into her soft, hot skin. He took one sip, then a second, then a third.

Pleasure clouded her mind for a moment, numbing her to any pain. She didn't know what was happening to her, her body froze completely in silent terror and horror.

The taste of her made him shiver all over, his breathing quickening. Her blood was like her kisses, sweet and juicy, deliciously filling like no other that he had ever tasted. He took another sip and pressed his fingers hard into her hair. He promised himself four sips, no more.

He didn't want to kill her.

He broke away from her with difficulty, his fangs sticking out, trembling all over, feeling that instead of quenching his thirst he only made it stronger. He ran his tongue over here neck where there were now two small holes. Her blood was slowly dripping right onto her white nightgown.

He lifted his face, streams of her blood flowing from the corners of his mouth which he licked off with his tongue. She stared at him, her mouth and eyes wide open in a mixture of sensation, pleasure, pain and horror, making her eyes roll back. Her body suddenly go soft, and she slumped in his arms.

She passed out.

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The Circling Sky (Part 2)

New fic, a lot darker than the last one. Set post-Netherbrain. Gale x F (OC) - Written primarily as my own therapy, it seems. TW - Reference to a suicide attempt as well as the overall theme of alcoholism and neglectful parenting.

He packed a small bag of clothes and supplies, thankful for his earlier time on the road for these new skills of survival. Though he was anxious for what was to come, a part of him was excited to be moving again, to see what types of people would be awaiting him this time. He left a small letter of explanation for Tara and as the sun rose, he left for the city limits.

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Lissa had run home through the rain to find her father quickly packing essentials into a trunk. This happened every so often, usually when he owed money to someone and couldn’t pay up, but since reaching Waterdeep he had promised things would be different. “What do you mean we have to leave?” The smell of alcohol permeated his clothes, and she knew exactly what had happened. He’d got drunk, gambled the last of their gold away and was now most likely in debt to someone dangerous. “You’ve not pissed it away, have you?”

He refused to answer, just throwing clothes into a bag. “Lissa, dear. It’s not how it looks, we just have to lay low for a little while, that’s all. Go grab your cloak.” She noted the swelling under his eye, not the first black eye he’d managed to get. At least that’s all it was this time.

She remembered the nights she had come home from working at sleazy bars, finding him unconscious on the floor either from having been beaten up or having just drunk himself into that state. The worst moment was when she was barely ten years old and she had found him lying under a broken rafter in their bedroom, the noose still tied around his neck and his face bruised and swollen from what he had attempted to do. She’d been young but she fully understood what had happened, choosing just to sit with him until he woke. He’d never tried anything like that again but the drinking, the gambling, the fights, they all continued. She’d thought about leaving so many times, even threatened it, but each time he would play the victim and she would feel the guilt wrap itself around her own throat, her own noose ready for the hanging.

“But what about my job, Dad? I can’t just up and leave.”

“Well, you’re going to have to. I’m sure they won’t miss you. There’re always other young girls who can serve drinks.”

She turned from him holding back her anger. He didn’t even know what she had been doing these last two months. How every single day she’d worked at the library to bring money into their home, keeping them fed and with a roof over their heads. “Can you not just use the money I’ve been putting aside? Do we really have to leave another place?”

He paused from packing, and she knew exactly what this meant. “The savings?”

“You used them too, didn’t you?”

“Well now, there were good odds on this horse…”

She wanted to shout at him. She should have known better than to have left the gold at home where he could access it. He’d promised her that this wouldn’t happen again, promised her that the drinking would stop, and he would do better by her. She couldn’t even be angry at him though, it was so much easier to feel nothing, to expect disappointment instead.  Her father, the most unreliable person she knew.

Realising she hadn’t brought her cloak home with her; she looked back over to him. “How much time do we have?”

“We’re joining the caravan to Baldur’s Gate around sunrise tomorrow. I expect us up and at the city limits just before then,” he said as he slumped to his side, leaving the bag and gripping his chest.

Hearing the thud, she ran over to him “Shit, Dad. The pain again? You spoke to the clerics, right?”

He rubbed at his shirt breathing deeply until it had passed. “Of course, they said it’s nothing.”

“So that money went on booze too, didn’t it?” She stood back up shaking her head. He couldn’t be trusted to do anything. Why did she keep letting him get away with this? “I left my cloak at the library. I’ll be back in a bit.”

***

Gale paced his study trying to figure out what to do with himself. He had no confirmation that this letter was real and no more information than what was written there. He considered a sending spell, maybe another letter to gather up information but he felt restless knowing he would need to wait for a reply. There was also the matter that if the information was correct, if Tav was truly dead then he would be left alone to grieve in Waterdeep. There was always Tara and his mother and yet they had never brought comfort in the same way his friends had. No, he wanted to be around them again; he would travel to Baldur’s Gate. 

He packed a small bag of clothes and supplies, thankful for his earlier time on the road for these new skills of survival. Though he was anxious for what was to come, a part of him was excited to be moving again, to see what types of people would be awaiting him this time. He left a small letter of explanation for Tara and as the sun rose, he left for the city limits.

***

“Is five gold mate, you can’t just come on ‘ere for free.” 

Lissa’s father, Viktor, had been trying to barter for some time with the caravan leader to get them a spot on the cart. After she’d left him, he’d done little more in the ways of packing and had instead started on a bottle of brandy he’d bought with the last gold they had. The swelling under his eye had turned a blue-black colour and he nursed his head clearly suffering the consequences of his actions. 

“Look, ‘ow ‘bout you let us ‘ave a little minute with your pretty friend there. Then we can call it even.”

Her back tensed up at the idea of it and her father’s silence brought her little comfort. Was he seriously considering this? In the end, she turned removing a small silver ring from her finger. “Here this is easily worth five gold.”

“But wasn’t that your mother’s?” her father said, his voice sounding gravelly. 

It had been, but her mother was long gone. A drow that had managed one drunken night with her father and then ditched her the moment she realised she wasn’t a full-blood. Just another tragic half-breed treated as an outsider by both races. All she had was her father; what was some trinket compared to family? Lissa handed over the necklace and as the caravan leader nodded, she took her father’s arm helping him up onto the cart. 

“Lissa?”

A voice from behind her calling her name, one she recognised. As she turned, she saw Gale approach, his arm waving to her and a smile on his face. What was he doing here? Viktor leant out from behind her. “He looks like he’d have a bit of cash on him.” 

She stepped down from the cart and approached Gale, trying to distance herself from her father lest Gale realise she was together with him. “Mr. Dekarios, a surprise to see you.”

“Yes, yes, a welcome surprise to see you too. I’m to take a rather unexpected journey. Might I assume that you are to do the same?” He signalled to the wagon. 

“Yeah, something like that. We’re going to visit family.” This had been the lie ever since she was a child, a dying grandmother, a pregnant aunt, some distant relative in need of aid, anything but the truth. She’d lost count of how many times she had covered for her father’s debts.

“Ah, exciting. Well, it will be good to have some fine company on this expedition.” He softly smiled at her, and she remembered how close she had come to kissing him the previous evening, the warmth inside her still burning for him. If she hadn’t been aware of her father’s eyes on them both she might have just given in there and then to him.

“Oi, Lis’, we need to get a move on. He wouldn’t be interested in you anyways, looks like he goes for the smart ones,” he laughed.

She closed her eyes at her father’s words that rang out over the group of travellers. She opened them again to see Gale looking at her with sympathy. His voice was quiet and caring. “Family, I take it?”

She gave a quick nod and turned to the cart. This was going to be a very long trip to Baldur’s Gate.

***

For some hours they sat as the cart rocked back and forth along the bumpy road. Viktor had thankfully fallen asleep, a flask in hand. He’d told her it just held water, but the smell had given it away quite quickly. So long as he was asleep that was fine. It meant she could collect her thoughts and prepare for setting up again in a new city. 

Gale sat across from her observing the way she tapped her fingers repetitively. Thumb to pointer, tapped twice, repeated on each finger and back again. Clearly, some sort of mindless soothing habit she had. These little things he had never had the chance to see during his visits to the library. Though he had watched her often then, it was different when she wasn’t moving around constantly. Eventually, he spoke up hoping she would engage in conversation with him. “Lissa, I delivered your cloak to the library. I can see you never found the opportunity to collect it.”

“We left in quite a hurry. Family emergency you see.” She nervously tapped her fingers together a few more times.

He leant forward, placing a hand on her knee, his voice calm and soft. “Ah, do you want to talk about it? I’m quite the good listener.”

“No, no it’s fine.” More information meant more lies, which meant more to keep track of. Best to just keep it short and simple. Besides once they reached the city, they would be parting ways for good. No reason to build any attachments.

“Well, when we travel back, maybe you can collect it. Or possibly I could purchase you a new one. It was my fault after all that you left it behind.”

She remembered the events vividly, how she had left the tower, how the rain had battered down on her bare shoulders as she ran home. She could feel the warmth of his hand on her leg, her mind becoming easily distracted; change the subject repeating internally. “Why is it you are travelling Mr. Dekarios?”

“Please, my dear. Call me Gale. We are no longer in the library.”

“That may be so but if we are to return, I don’t want to create any bad habits I can not break.” She didn’t want to build up any close relations, especially not with someone who she was already fond of. 

Gale pulled himself back, removing his hand from her. He seemed disappointed and she hated herself for dismissing him so quickly. Her father snored next to her, and she bit back the resentment she held towards him. If only that beam had held, maybe things would have been different for her. No, she shouldn’t think that, this was her father after all.

“I understand. Well, I suppose my reason for travelling is much like your own. A family emergency of sorts.” Gale didn’t want to say death until he was sure of the exact circumstances, and he didn’t want to share full details if she was to keep up the pretence of a professional relationship.

She nodded. She was curious but did not want to dig further into it, knowing it would mean sharing more of her own life as an unwritten payment for information. She grabbed at the bag between her legs puling out a small book to read.

“Tanil?”

Lissa lifted her head at the unexpected question.

Gale gestured to the book in her hands. “The book you hold there. Felaar Tanil, if I’m not mistaken.” 

“Um, yes, it is. How did you know?”

He gave a short chuckle. “My dear, I’ve been known to try my hand at poetry. Tanil is one of the ones I would often recommend over a bottle of Blingdenstone Blush.”

She smiled at him, enjoying this moment of connection but simultaneously cursing the fact that they shared something in common. Her slowly improving mood was shattered instantly at the voice of her father, his opinions needing to be vocalised for all to hear.

“Poetry is for elves, princesses, and men who-” His voice was cut off by a sudden lurch of the cart, hitting a bump in the road. Lissa was thankful as it gave her a quick moment to mouth an apology to Gale for her father’s behaviour. Only three tenday to go… 

[everlastlady]

Hello 👋 thanks for the follow so I've been reading lots of amazing Striker fics and stumbled upon yours will it be okay if I request a Striker x Target Reader ( Female)

Summary: Striker fails once again to assassin Stolas and takes a swing in a bar, gets a call from a different royal business it can be your oc or a random name that they're target is the Reader but Striker seems to be interested in this one because the reader doesn't tolerate or fall for Striker's actions. Like a cat and mouse game between them until the reader develops feelings for him and actually let's Striker take her in but Striker on the other hand does something else turns behinds the royals back and goes on the run saving the reader. In the end he's alone until he stumbles with her again but makes him smile instead of fighting he smile because it's been long enough that he had to run away from many places they both hold hands and hug.

Hope it's not too long and you can always decline. Keep up the good work and thank you ❤️

It's not to long but I believe I made this story long because I had to much fun writing it. So I hope you enjoy it, I'm going write a part 2 because that's how much I enjoyed writing it so this was a long write because the original is 5109 words.

Characters: Striker, Rosemary (oc), & Damien (oc)

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Striker X Reader Part One: Runaways

“ Thanks, Doc. “ Striker said as he watched Rosemary finish patching him up. “ No problem. But you need to be careful. For a highly trained assassin you sure do get roughed up. “ Rosemary said, while letting out a soft chuckle. Striker stared at the stitches then let out a low hiss. “ Those little vermin are good but not as good as me. “ Striker said, smirking. Rosemary set her chart down and walked over as she stared at Striker. Striker looked at her and Rosemary raised her hand and flicked him in the forehead. “ Ow! What the fuck was that for. “ Striker said, covering his face and mumbling. “ That is what will happen if you pop those stitches again. Anyway, in time to pay up I need to close up and leave. “ Rosemary smiled as her plant-like tail swung. '' Fine here you go. “ Striker handed the plant demon woman the money and got off the bed. “ Don’t worry I won’t pop them. I’ll try to take it easy. “ Striker said, while watching Rosemary count the money. '' For someone who helps assassins and criminals like me. You sure have no worries when it comes to relationships so are you going to tell me who this special someone is. “ Striker said, as he had seen Rosemary’s phone and saw an unknown number send a green and blue heart emoji. Rosemary grabbed her phone with her tail and placed the phone in her purse. “ None of your business. But yes my work is dangerous but I can still balance what my partner calls a work life balance. Anyway now shoo I’m already going to be late for the date they had planned and remember don’t pop those stitches or I’m going to pop your head. “ Rosemary shoved Striker outside the door and closed it. Striker stood there for a moment and looked at the door. He let out a chuckle. “ Have fun darlin’. “ Striker walked towards the pole where Bombproof was and got on top of his horse. “ I’ll get a drink and find some hotel to kick back in. “ Striker hit Bombproof with his tail as the two rode to the saloon called the Broken Jaw, a place for criminals, assassins, hitmen, and just the worst of the worst. Striker got off of Bombproof. “ I’ll be quick buddy. “ Striker pets Bombproof on the nose and walked inside of the bar. He didn’t care if people stared at him. Striker had a reputation around this bar and it was you can look but if you touch, you are getting shot and Striker had a pretty big head count here.

“ Damien, how are you and can I get my usual ? “ Striker said, as he sat down and grunted a bit, still feeling tired and beaten up from earlier. The sleep demon nodded his head and made Striker his drink as he let out a yawn. “ You look pretty fucked up what happened? “ Damien asked while he took the money from Striker. “ I don’t really wanna go into details. But at least I won’t have to deal with the blue blood and those vermin for a while. “ Striker took a sip from his drink while Damien chuckled. Striker’s phone started to ring as he grabbed his tail. “ Hello? Listen I can’t take a job right now, I’m pretty beat up right now and my doctor recommended I- wait you’ll pay me how much? Well why didn’t you say so. Alright just send me the picture of the target and I’ll kill them for you and deliver their head. “ Striker placed his phone back in his pocket as Damien looked at Striker. “ Sounds like a good job. “ Damien said, while cleaning the glass. “ Good? No, this man is offering more than that screeching bitch. This money could help me finish rebuilding the ranch and maybe even take a vacation. “ Striker chuckled and took a sip from his drink. “ I know the doc will kill me if I pop my stitches but she’ll get paid a lot and I’ll give you a big tip too Damien. “ Striker grinned. “ That would be nice you’re the only one who tips me, I used to have another guy but you shot him. “ Damien said, while pouring Striker another drink. “ He should have kept my mother’s name out of his mouth. “ Striker mumbled and sipped on the drink. “ But here you go. I should go and rest up, I’ll need to prepare since I’ll be killing this target. “ Striker felt his phone buzz and looked at the picture, he smirked and showed Damien the picture. “ This is the target? Ha! I might as well just track them today and shoot them dead in the face.

Striker laughed to himself as he handed Damien some money. His lavender claws reached out and grabbed the money. “ Have a nice night Striker. “ Damien smiled. As Striker got up and left, he glanced at the picture of you. You were his target, he assumed that he could easily use his charms on you and then kill you since the client named Devon wanted your head. He literally wanted your head. “ Maybe I could use the money to get some new weapons, let’s head home buddy, we gotta rest up because we have a big job tomorrow. “ Striker jumped back on Bombproof as he rode off with Bombproof towards a hotel. “ This one doesn’t look too bad, let’s go find somewhere to put ya. “ Striker ended up putting Bombproof somewhere nice and cozy. Striker stepped into the hotel and looked around. It was your average hotel, nothing too fancy or run down. He was sure that he would get a goodnight sleep. He walked up to the front desk and signed some papers so that he could have a room. He paid for his room and grabbed the key. He tilted his hat at the desk clerk and walked away. Striker heads to his hotel room and unlocked the door. He walked inside and looked around the room and laughed. “ Great! No piss stains or puke stains in the carpet. “ Striker walked over to the bed and looked at the bed. “ Hopefully no bed bugs. Alright time to shower, clean my weapons, and rest. I wonder what blade (Y/N) would like against their neck. “ Striker chuckled and walked away to take a shower but was careful because he did not want Rosemary to flick him in the head. Those long black nails made him shiver. After finishing up his shower. Striker dried off and changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and sat down on the bed. While he looked at the different blades he had. “ This one is pretty. “ Striker smirked and decided to go with a simple hunting blade. He put away his weapon and reached over - he switched off the light and as soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep. The next morning, Striker was up and went to go get breakfast. He wanted to have enough energy when he got you. Striker stepped into the diner and sat down, he picked up the menu and scanned through it. “ Hello, there my name is (Y/N) . What can I get you? “ Striker’s eyes widened and he set down the menu, his eyes looked up and he saw you. He did his best to contain his excitement. “ I’ll take a black coffee and maybe if you ~ “ He shot you a wink. “ A coffee it is. “ You said, with a blank expression and walked away. Striker sat there like a goldfish with his mouth open.

“ H-How… “ He was at a loss for words. How did you not fall for his charm? His targets always fell for his charm but now things were different. Even if he assumed that you were dating or married. His targets always fell for him. You walked over with the coffee and set it down. “ Anything else I can get you? “ You said. “ And don’t say another pick up line, I don’t have time to deal with creeps like you. “ You said, with a soft glare. Striker stared at you and for the first time he was speechless but he should order food. “ Eggs and bacon. “ He said, with a defeated sigh. “ Good. I’ll be back with your meal. “ You gave him a smile and walked off. Striker was captured but your smile. He looked down at the table. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the picture of you. The client who asked him to kill you didn’t say why they wanted you dead. His clients usually didn’t tell him. Why they wanted someone dead and he didn’t care because money was money but he didn’t kill kids that was his one golden rule and he had his reasons. “ Here’s your food hon. “ You set the plate down and Striker tried his best to put his phone away. You raised an eyebrow and shook your head walking away. Wasn’t your business since you usually dealt with weird people. Striker watched you walk away and started poking his food. “ Shit… now I need a new plan. “ And he wasn’t going to cause a scene at this diner. He sat there eating his food and drinking the black coffee. He probably needed a new tactic, maybe he should impress you or compliment you. Striker finished his coffee and food. He watched you walk over with the bill, he took a deep breath and smiled. “ I’m sorry. I was acting like a creep earlier darlin’, I just ain’t ever seen a pretty demon like you in a long time. “ He said, trying to sound sincere. “ It’s not a problem but if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work. “ You said, and turned around but Striker grabbed your hand and placed something in it. “ Here you go, just for you and your wonderful service. “ Striker had given you $40. You looked at him and smiled. “ Thanks, I guess that you aren’t so bad. “ You said, while slipping the money into your pocket.

“ Glad you don’t think of me as a bad man, darlin’ because I’m more than a bad man, I’m a dangerous man. “ Striker said, while smirking and shooting you finger guns. You let out a laugh which made Striker blush, hearing you laugh made him feel all warm inside. “ Hey, I get off work in an hour. Do you want to hangout? I'm kinda new in Hell and have been wanting to hangout with some people. “ You said, smiling at Striker. “ Oh, you’re one of those sinners, interesting I don’t meet much of ya, but sure we can hangout right after you finish up work. “ He said. “ Good, I’m giving you a chance so don’t try anything funny. “ You said, in a stern voice and shot him a wink then walked off. Striker sat there as he felt his heart race. He had never felt this way about someone. He was usually the one making others blush and flustered. But here was dumbfounded on how you could make him feel this way. He was so excited to hangout with you that he forgot that he was supposed to kill you. Striker got up and waited outside. He lit a cigarette and started to smoke. He watched the door open and watched you walk out. “ Howdy. “ Striker said, with a small nod. “ Howdy. “ You said, mimicking his accent. Striker chuckled and shook his head. “ So (Y/N), I hope that I ain’t crossing a line but how did you end up in Hell? It’s always interesting to learn how sinners like you end up in this fucked up place? “ Striker walked with you towards his horse as you explained how you ended up in Hell. “ Wow, that is an interesting tale, do you miss the human world? “ He asked, while helping you on his horse. You snort and laugh. “ No, I like Hell better than the human world but I do miss some of my friends and family. One of my friends who also ended up here told me, I had a nice funeral. That my parents hadn’t changed anything in my room. “ You gave a sorrowful smile. Striker smiled and nodded. “ Family is a nice thing to have, I miss mine but I’ve been doing good on my own. “ Striker also had a sorrowful smile. “ Hold on tight. “ Striker smacked Bombproof’s bum with his tail and the two of you rode off. You held onto Striker as you were impressed by his horse and how he could stay on. Striker had brought you to a beautiful area in the Wrath ring of Hell. The both of you watching the lava flow like a river. “ I come here a lot. It’s beautiful at night. The glow is nice and warm. “ He said and lit another cigarette.

“ Do you want a cigarette? “ He said, looking at you but you shook your head. “ No, I don’t smoke. “ You said, and looked at the lava flowing. Striker nodded as he finished smoking and flicked the cigarette into the lava. “ Do you drink? “ Striker asked. “ Not really. “ You said, while picking up a rock and tossing it into the lava. “ Here, take a sip of this. I brewed it myself. “He handed you his flask. You took and opened it as you took a sip. The liquor was strong but had a smooth taste and it reminded you of your favorite fruit. You took a couple of more sips as Striker let out a chuckle. “ Don’t drink it all too quickly darlin’. “ Striker said. You hand him back the flask and he takes a sip. “ I’ll make sure to bring you a bottle next time we hangout. “ Striker said, as he looked at you. Like he was hoping for you to agree to hangout with him next time. He surely was forgetting that he needed to kill you. “ Sure, you haven’t been acting like a creep and I’m starting to enjoy your company. You also haven’t killed me yet. “ You said, with a smirk. Striker was confused for a second then he remembered but he was still confused for a bit. “ How did you know? “ Striker said. “ You don’t think I know when some rich asshole I used to date is trying to kill me. He always tries to find ways to kill me and I always escape. It’s why I’m saving up enough money so I can get out of this place. Move somewhere far where they can’t find me. “ You said, looking down. “ Their upset because I dumped them. I caught them cheating on me and they kept promising me that they wouldn’t but they kept breaking it. To the point they just told me to deal with it because I’ll always be their special pet, like what the fuck. “ You said. As you clench your fist. Striker wasn’t one to dabble in his client's business or listen to his targets. But hearing now why your ex wanted you dead. Made Striker shake his head, how petty and childish. Striker never really dated but if he was getting cheated on. He would be upset if someone broke up with him. He wouldn’t kill them. “ I’m sorry that he’s making your life a shitty place. And I’m sorry that I’m helping with that. I don’t really ask questions when someone pays me to take someone out. “ Striker said. “ Don’t worry, I understand if I had the same job as you. I’d do the same. But thanks for not killing me or is it too late to say that? “ You glanced up at him.

Striker looked at you and took off his hat, as he held to his chest. He would think for a second was he willing to give up money to have a friendship with you. But this feeling didn’t feel like friendship. He stared off as he placed his hat on your head and walked off. You stood there confused and looked at his horse Bombproof who seemed to also have the same confused look. Striker hadn’t returned for hours and you were laying on Bombproof while gossiping about people from your workplace. Bombproof seemed to understand and would let out little sounds. You both heard footsteps and saw that Striker had returned. You and Bombproof looked up as Striker sat down next to you. “ Let’s run away. “ He said. You sat up confused and looked at Striker. “ What? “ You said., “ Let’s run away, far from here." Striker said.

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You got anything for a Western AU?

Yeah, but I'm doing ABO. I'm also obligated to remind you guys that a lot of cowboys and outlaws and whatnot were POC and Queer. I'm still doing ABO and I'm also doing Alerudy, but I have headcanons for a full western AU if you guys want them. (Please, I've put too much thought into this)

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Rodolfo looked up from where he was peacefully trying to read a book in his carriage to an alpha just jumping in. “Excuse me-”

His breath caught in his chest as the alpha looked at him. Then, he was giving him a sort of half grin. “Mis disculpas, Mi Señora, but I am in desperate need of assistance.” His accent was thick, clearly from Rodolfo’s home country of Mexico.

The alpha was… gorgeous, Rodolfo would admit. If Rodolfo didn’t have as many manners as he did, he may find himself fanning himself to relieve some heat. Instead, he frowned, appearing concerned. “What do you mean, señor?” He let his accent thicken, not suppressing it like he normally did, and looked around.

“You see that alpha over there? On the street corner?” The alpha murmured, pointing behind Rodolfo. 

Rodolfo turned around and looked back at the street corner, which was some distance from them, and frowned even more as he saw a very large alpha was standing there. He had a cloth tied around the bottom half of his face and he was leant up against the pillar of the saloon that was on that corner, watching them with a rather intense look on his face. 

Rodolfo shivered. “He’s frightening.” He admitted, reaching up and holding onto his hat as a breeze swept by them. He found himself shrinking back as the alpha seemed to almost glare at him. “How am I to assist you with him?”

“Well, I owe him a decent amount of money.” The alpha beside Rodolfo, who was of considerably darker complexion than the other, admitted. He had black hair and tanned skin, whereas the alpha who was watching them had paler skin with blonde hair. “Now, we might be able to hold him off if we ride to a different side of town.”

Rodolfo raised an eyebrow and glanced at the alpha beside him, amusement suddenly streaking through him. He loved games. “Oh? Well, then, let’s not waste any time.” Rodolfo laughed and turned, sitting fully in the seat. He pulled his dress up so it would rest more comfortably in the carriage and then he urged the horses to start moving, laughing softly when the alpha fell into his seat.

“You’re a quick one.” The alpha grumbled and Rodolfo only laughed more. “Well, I suppose I should be grateful all the same.”

“You should be.” Rodolfo agreed. “I’m doing you a favor, after all!” He smiled and drove the carriage closer to the library, stopping in front of it. “Well, señor, do you think this was far enough?”

“I might say it is,” the alpha nodded and then started to dismount the carriage. “I thank you very much for your assistance, Señora. May I ask the name of whom I received help from?”

Rodolfo smiled and leaned forward, about to answer, before he noticed the alpha glance to the side and frown. “Let me pause you, Señora,” the alpha shook his head and climbed back into the carriage. “He has appeared to follow us.”

Rodolfo glanced back, seeing the blonde alpha was now standing in front of the Sheriff’s office, again leaning against a post. And, again, he was staring at them. “Well, we can’t have him catching you, can we!” Rodolfo again started to drive the cart, taking them right to the edge of town, this time, and parking them by the General Store. 

“Do you think this will be far enough?” Rodolfo asked once they were stopped, though he didn’t drop the reins. “You know, you should go right inside that General Store and ask Mrs Brandy for some peach lemonade. She grows the peaches on her and her husband’s farm!”

“Oh?” The alpha laughed and started to dismount the carriage again. “Well, Señora, I think I might just have to.” He reached out a hand and Rodolfo accepted it, blushing slightly as the alpha pulled his knuckles to his lips. “May I again ask for the name of who assisted me?”

Rodolfo smiled and again he went to answer before watching in amusement as the alpha hopped right back into his carriage. “Oh? Has he returned?” He looked around, spotting the alpha right next to where they’d just been in front of the Library. “Oh no…” 

The alpha sighed. “He really is tenacious. You see, Señora.. I don’t have the money to pay him back. I worry what will happen if he gets his hands on me…” He appeared to tug at his neckline. “His name is Ghost, have you heard of him?”

Rodolfo had. Ghost was known to strike fear into the hearts of Alphas and… heat between the legs of omegas. Okay, maybe he didn’t have nearly as many manners as he pretended to. But, he also knew of Ghost’s partner, Ale. “I have… I’ve heard many tales..”

“Si, Señora. Most are true. And I’m not ready to find out which ones.” The alpha turned to Rodolfo. “So, if there is any way you can help me, Señora…”

Rodolfo looked around and then smiled. “Hmm… Well, I believe just yonder, past those trees, there’s a bit of a valley where one is hard to spot. We could drive out there and maybe he’ll get bored and give up? You don’t think he’d do anything in front of a Lady, do you?”

“Oh, no, certainly not!” The alpha laughed. “Ghost is a real gentleman. He wouldn’t do anything if you were around.”

“Well, then, I guess you best not leave my side!” Rodolfo smiled and then he started to drive the cart down the trail out of town, going beyond the trees and then down to a small valley where you could only see the tops of the buildings from town and nothing else. 

“Señora, I do not know how I could thank you enough!” The alpha took his hand and kissed it, again.

Rodolfo shook his head. “No thanks are necessary. I hate to see a kind gentleman such as yourself be injured on account of bad banking!” He teased and watched the alpha duck his head, clearly embarrassed. 

“Well, since we shouldn’t be interrupted, again,” the alpha turned to him, “what is your name, Señora?”

“Rodolfo.” Rodolfo answered, bowing his head slightly and reaching up to hold his hat at another gust of wind. 

“Well, Rodolfo, I am very interested in getting to know you better.” The alpha moved closer, leaning into Rodolfo. Then, a sweet smooth smell, like honey, with a slight hint of something spicy like cinnamon, was washing over Rodolfo, causing him to have to fight the urge to just swoon. Not yet. “Can I see you again, tomorrow?”

“Oh, no, Señor…” Rodolfo shook his head, looking up at the alpha. “I get on the road back home, tomorrow…”

“Well, what about tonight?” The alpha frowned, looking almost disappointed. “Surely you have tonight?”

“I must pack, tonight.” Rodolfo shook his head, feigning disappointment as well. “I am sorry, Señor…” He ducked his head, slightly, before allowing himself to blush as the alpha caught his chin and turned his head to look at him, again.

“Don’t look away, Señora… You have such beautiful eyes…” The alpha purred and then smiled. “Well, then, I suppose all we have is right now.” He murmured. “Tendré que conocerte tanto como pueda, ahora… Causa una buena impresión duradera…”

“You will, won’t you?” Rodolfo looked up at the alpha. “You’ll make sure to make quite the impression?” He dropped his lashes so he was looking up through them at Alejandro. “I mean… since you and your partner went through so much trouble to get me to come out here, right?”

The alpha paused and looked at him before half grinning. “Oh, I will make sure to make the best impression…” He leaned closer, his breath fanning across Rodolfo’s face. 

Rodolfo shivered and closed his eyes, reaching to put his hands on the alpha’s arms and pull him closer. “I’ll hold you to that…”

“You’re making me almost concerned. You could at least pretend to be frightened… hesitant.” The alpha joked. “You know I’m an outlaw and yet your body seems so willing to have my touch on it…”

The alphas fingers trailed down Rodolfo’s face and to his neck, trailing down and tracing over where Rodolfo’s bodice lay flush against his skin, the lace making the skin slightly sensitive. He let out a breath as the alpha touched him and then he tried to make his features appear frightened. “Oh, please, Señor… Do not hurt me… I am a lady, I am so delicate…”

“Much better…” The alpha murmured before his lips were pressing against Rodolfo’s and his body moved flush against his. His hands moved to Rodolfo’s waist and pulled him as close as possible before his mouth was moving down to Rodolfo’s neck, kissing and biting right under his jaw. 

“Oh, Alejandro… It’s been so long since you last saw me…” Rodolfo grasped tighter to Alejandro’s arms as his grip tightened against his waist. “I was frightened you would never come!”

“I am here, now,” Alejandro assured as he bit Rodolfo’s neck, though he was careful not to leave a mark. Rodolfo almost was desperate, almost told Alejandro to throw care to the wind and cover him in marks, so the world may know who he belonged to. But, it was dangerous. He couldn’t until Alejandro cleared his name. “You are as beautiful as I remember… and no less sweet…”

Rodolfo closed his eyes and bore his neck for Alejandro, closing his eyes as he felt Alejandro reach behind his body and untie his bodice, before he was sliding it down Rodolfo’s arms, his fingers trailing along the skin with it. “Moments feel like an eternity when apart from you…”

“Eons, mis estrellas…” Alejandro spoke into his skin, sending slight vibrations through it and gasping Rodolfo to shiver, slightly. “I feel as if I have spent two eternities from you…”

“I long for the day when we no longer have to part…” Rodolfo leaned back against the cart as Alejandro moved to bite over his collarbone and then he was being lifted and turned around, his dress falling further down his body. He braced himself against the cart, able to feel his own slick dripping down his thighs. 

Alejandro’s fingers were soon pressing inside his body as he started to mouth over Rodolfo’s back, tracing down his spine. “Soon, mi amor… Soon…” 

Rodolfo moaned and pushed back against Alejandro’s fingers, desperate for his touch, for his body… “Soon is not enough!” He shook his head, laying his head on his arm and closing his eyes. He whimpered as Alejandro shoved his fingers deeper inside, digging his nails into the wood of the carriage. 

Alejandro shook his head and didn’t answer, instead Rodolfo heard the rustle of fabric before Alejandro was removing his fingers and then his body was covering Rodolfo’s as he pushed into him. The pleasure shot warmth through Rodolfo’s body and he moaned loudly, not afraid of anyone hearing them out there.

“I am here, for now, mis Estrellas… Can’t that be enough?” Alejandro pleaded, panting into the skin on the back of Rodolfo’s neck. 

Rodolfo supposed it had to be and he nodded, closing his eyes. Alejandro relaxed onto him and the weight was pleasant, keeping the permanent ache of loneliness at bay for the moment. Finally, Alejandro lifted and started to move, rocking into Rodolfo.

Rodolfo moaned and closed his eyes, nuzzling into his own arm as heat covered his skin. It settled deep under it and Rodolfo panted, pushing back against Alejandro and earning a growl in response. “Your body is always so eager for mine…” Alejandro leaned down and bit his shoulder again, his pace harshening. “No matter how long we are apart…”

“It always will be.” Rodolfo promised. “For as long as we live…”

“I believe that.” Alejandro leaned back down and then he continued to make love to Rodolfo, not stopping until both of them were thoroughly exhausted. 

And then, he pulled away and cleaned Rodolfo with some sort of cloth before lacing his dress, gingerly. “This pale blue is beautiful against your tanned skin…” he complimented, sitting back down in the carriage and pulling Rodolfo close.

Rodolfo smiled and his eyes closed, sleepiness dragging at his body. “Thank you… The woman I stayed with let me have it. It was from her days as a maiden, she said. She even tailored it to fit my body better.” 

“When I have cleared my name, I must have more made for you…” Alejandro nodded. “It suits you so well.”

“Do you think I could have some rose colored dresses?” Rodolfo looked up at Alejandro, melting when his nose was delicately kissed.

“Mi amor, you can have any dress you please. You will have the finest I can buy.” Alejandro promised. “And many more.”

Rodolfo relaxed and then his smile started to fade as he realized Alejandro would likely leave, soon… Tears filled his eyes and sorrow filled his heart. “No, no, Mis Estrellas… Do not cry…” Alejandro touched his face, wiping away his tears. 

“I wish you did not have to leave…” He whispered. “My heart aches for you when you are gone… You are the only thought in my mind… What am I to do??”

Alejandro softened. “Oh, Rudy…” he leaned down and brushed their noses together before kissing Rodolfo, softly. “It will not be much longer, I promise. Ghost and I have almost found my brother and then we will force him to confess and clear my name, I promise. We are so close. It will not be much longer than a year, if I can help it.”

“A year is so long…” Rodolfo closed his eyes, unable to help as more tears welled up in his eyes. “I wish you could stay, now… I understand why you cannot but my heart cannot take much more of this distance…”

“I promise that it will not have to…” Alejandro pulled him closer. “Rest. I will not leave your side until tonight, I promise.”

Rodolfo hesitated and sniffled before nodding, curling up into Alejandro’s side and touching Alejandro’s chest. “When this is over, you still promise to marry me?”

Alejandro was silent and then he was reaching into his pocket. “It’s not much of a ring, but it was all I could get my hands on. I have a chain for it, so you can wear it on your neck.” He got out a necklace with a simple gold band on it.

Rodolfo sat up, immediately, and took the necklace before just melting. “Oh, Alejandro… It’s more than enough…” It was a promise. A physical promise. It was more than the world!

Alejandro gently took the necklace and then he put it around Rodolfo’s neck. “When this is over, we will have a grand wedding. With a grand cake and you’ll have a grand dress. I promise.” He touched Rodolfo’s chin and made him look at him. “Soon, my omega… Soon…”

Rodolfo melted and closed his eyes. “Soon…” He relaxed and laid back on Alejandro, letting himself drift off to sleep.

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Richer than Gold

Pairing: !HH!Arthur Morgan x !F!Reader

Summary: Dutch has done it again, finding the jackpot for more money. He tells his gang about a rich man who spoils and loves his only child, hatching the perfect plan to kidnap the child for ransom. He sent his best men out to catch the victim, but what they got in return was something Arthur did not expect to meet, or better yet, fall for. But no one knew yet, just how dark the truth was behind the perfect dollhouse.

Warnings: adult language, guns, angst, tension, over-controlling parents, deception, abuse if you squint, forced arranged marriage, mutual pining, flirting.

This was just a drabble I thought of after I watched one of my favorite Pixar movies (Brave), I also added a twist to it, this was a winner at the polls!

The picture was edited by me.

Part 2, Part 3

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

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Dutch had called everyone over, Tilly, Susan, Bill, Sean, Micah, Javier, Charles, John, Sadie, Mary-Beth, Molly, Lenny, Karen, Abigail, and the rest. Arthur approached after getting off his horse and listened to what Dutch was saying. "I've got a plan, this'll be our biggest and greatest heist there'll ever be!" Dutch said with a sly grin, "Just over in Saint Denis, a man named Richardson Jones, has just paid a visit to one of his many homes. And what's better than that! He has decided to bring along his greatest possession."

"Money?" Karen suggested. "Nope, his own youth." Dutch said. "A kid?" Bill chuckled. "Now, I know it sounds rather odd, but trust me when I tell you this. His child is his only weak spot, he'd do anything for his young'un to be happy! Spoiled to no end! We get our hands on his child and take it, he'll give us whatever we want! And trust me, Richardson is Richer than Gold itself." Dutch said.

"You want us to kidnap a child for ransom?" John questioned. "You won't even have to force the kid to follow, just use some damn candy." Micah snickered. John rolled his eyes as Jack wandered up to his mom's legs. "Arthur, John, Bill, Javier, Charles, Hosea, and I will leave to find Richardson's heir and bring it here for a day or two, afterwards, we get the money and book it to Tahiti!" Dutch said.

"But a child, Dutch?" Arthur finally said. "Yes, Arthur, a kid. It ain't going to be so terrible, we're not gonna hurt 'em." Hosea rubbed the back of his head as he listened, "It'll be a quick babysitting gig before we return the child, right, Dutch?" Charles questioned. "Yes, my boy." Dutch confirmed.

"He should be arriving pretty soon, we needa go and find out what our target'll look like. C'mon!" Micah yelled as he ran to his horse.

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John, Arthur, Charles, and Javier, were set on catching the child as Dutch, Hosea, and Bill were gonna distract Richardson and his friends. "So he's the one richer than gold?" Javier asked as he looked through the binoculars at a handsome wealthy dressed man with a trimmed beard and silver eyes. The four men were hiding near the building which was close to the docks where the ship had been stationary for a while.

"Guess so." Charles said before looking himself. "You got candy, right?" John whispered to Arthur. "I got the damn candy, now I owe Jack." Arthur muttered. "Look! Look! Someone's coming out!" Javier warned the men. Richardson was speaking to a well dressed Dutch and Hosea.

"Gentleman, please meet my beautiful daughter, Y/n Jones L/n, she has her mother's last name." Richardson introduced as he raised his arm to point to a beautiful lady walking down the plank set on the dock. She had to be in her youthful years, beautiful jewelry, gorgeous dress, her hair done up in a stunning braid.

"Oh shit." Bill muttered, "I don't think he has a child, that has to be his wife."

"Hello, Gentlemen. It's an honor to meet my father's dearest companions." She smiled while bowing her head out of respect. Arthur held his face with on hand as he tried to contemplate a different way to get the girl. "Dammit, what are we gonna do now?" Javier asked. "Y'all keep an eye on her, I'll run to Dutch and Hosea, see what they think and I'll come back to you. Follow her." Bill said before running off.

John and Javier made their way towards an alley in the town while Arthur made his way closer to the docks to listen in on any conversation. "Oh. . . My." Hosea muttered when he and Dutch saw the young girl. "Mr. Matthews." Y/n smiled as she shook his hand, "Pleasure to meet you."

Arthur shook his head as he started to watch the girl, making sure she didn't take off. "Y/N!" A woman screamed as she ran towards her with excitement, holding her dress so she didn't fall and into Y/n's open embrace. "It's been so long!" The woman with red hair said.

"It has indeed, Kimberly! My goodness, look at you!" Y/n gasped as Kimberly spun around to show off her new purple dress. "It's beautiful, ain't it? Just got it yesterday from my daddy!", "Kimberly, my girl, you've grown up!" Richardson greeted as he hugged her. "I have, indeed, Mr!"

The two girls walked towards a small shop and sat down by a table, Arthur had quietly and discreetly made his way towards the corner and hid behind it to listen to the girls. "So! How old are ya, now?" Kimberly asked Y/n. "Can't you guess?", "Twenty-one!", "Nuh uh!", "Twenty-two?", "No.", "I don't know!"

Y/n let out a sigh and shook her head, "I'm twenty-four, Kim. It's only been five years since we last saw each other!" Y/n giggled, "It's strange to be here again, I forgot if it was nice here in Saint Denis?"

"Oh, absolutely! Except for the random robberies and such." Kimberly sighed. ". . . Robberies?" Y/n muttered with am inquisitive tone. Arthur rolled his eyes, already knowing what was going to come. The spoiled daddy's girl was about to complain and whine about the dirty old outlaws who take what they want.

"Where they really outlaws?!" Y/n gasped. Kimberly scoffed and crossed her arms, "I forgot you're a total freak when outlaws come up in a conversation. You don't even act like a lady!" Y/n laughed and pulled off her white gloves, "You know I hate wearing these dumb dresses, wearing this annoyin' heels, having my hair done in this tight and uncomfortable way! I despise it, Kimberly!" She whined.

That's a new one. Thought Arthur as he listened, Kimberly giggled and held Y/n's hands. "Thinking about sneakin' out tonight with me?" Kimberly asked. Y/n gasped and shook her head, "My daddy'll kill me!" Kimberly snickered and slapped Y/n's hand. "Ow-!", "Like you cared if he did. All you gotta do is cry and say that it was a mistake, then he'll just let you go as always. C'mon, I know you wanna. Maybe finally you'll find a man."

Y/n groaned and stood, "C'mon, my daddy already told me where our manor is. Let's go and have some fun before I roll my eyes outta my own skull." Arthur watched where they went and followed along. Soon, he and the two other men found Y/n at the large manor. This time she was wearing an entirely different attire.

She wore jeans with a button up red shirt, a cowgirl hat with some boots and a belt, her hair was down and hung beautifully down her back, and she was riding a large Shire Horse. All black with white cuffs around it's hooves and shins, it's mane was a beautiful raven color that shined off the sun. Y/n looked so small compared to the beast she was on top of. "Oh my goodness! Y/n's he's a big monster!" Kimberly gasped, still wearing her blue dress.

"He ain't no monster. He's big but really he's a big soft boy, ain't you Buckley!" Y/n cooed as she brushed Buckley's mane, his tail swished as he huffed out a thank you. "He likes it when you compliment him! Ugh! I've been waiting to get somewhere big and open for him to run in!" Y/n laughed.

"That a horse or a giant?" Javier asked with wide eyes. "My momma got 'em for me when I was just nine years old! Big boy here was still just a colt!" Y/n smiled as she clicked her tongue, Buckley's ears twitched before he started to walk forward slowly, each step he took, Y/n slightly bounced. "He's beautiful, ain't he?" She asked her friend. "A-Absolutely!", "Mother knows best! I've always wanted a horse and she got me the biggest one, daddy always said I'd never be able to handle one, but look at me now. She'd be proud. . ." Her smile faded as she held onto Buckley's reins.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" Kimberly asked. Y/n covered her eyes with one hand as she started to tear up. "Y/n!", "No, no. . . It's just my mother. . . I miss her. . . Ever since my uncle and my mother's death, daddy has been so different. . . He seems more cold to me, not in front of guests like you of course, but. . . With me, it's like he doesn't care. He sends me to all these classes, fencing, Spanish, French, Dutch, Italian and more but. . . He's never there for me, y'know. He doesn't like it when I take Buckley out, or even wear clothes like this. . . My mother always supported me, and so did Daddy, until she. . ." Y/n let out a stuttering sigh as she relaxed.

"Buckley and my bow are the only things my mother left me before she was taken away. . ." She whispered.

". . . Wait here." Kimberly said before running into the manor and coming out ten minutes later, dressed in a skirt and a shirt before jumping onto her own horse, a brown Thoroughbred with a black mane. "Kimberly!" Y/n said with a small smile. "I wanna see those talents put to work, here!" She said before tossing Y/n her signature bow and a quiver of arrows. She attached the quiver to her saddle and held onto her bow, "You really wanna see?" Y/n giggled while cleaning her tears.

"Course I do, I may be a Lady. But I always wanna see a good time." Kimberly smiled.

The girls laughed before their horses took off running down the large land of grass and towards the trees. "Keep an eye on them both." Javier warned the two before sneaking off to spy on any incoming guests. Arthur and John both found their horses and began to trail after the girls.

That was when the men saw the hidden talent that Y/n was hiding. Buckley ran and jumped over a fallen tree—Y/n had her bowstring pulled back before she released an arrow straight into an apple hanging from a tree. Buckley landed and kept running as Y/n reloaded another shot, she whistled and a flock of birds flew from the trees before she shot two with one arrow.

Buckley was quicker than the men's horses as he continued to pick up his speed. Kimberly was smiling at Y/n's joy as she leapt through the air with Buckley. Her hair flowed as she rode on through the woods, "Throw something!" Y/n shouted to Kimberly. Kim grabbed her old hat and threw it in the air, no longer than two seconds had passed before it was nailed straight into a tree by a sudden arrow.

"You're amazing at this Y/n!" Kimberly laughed. "Thank my momma!" Y/n smiled.

The men remained hidden til the girls rode him. They stayed hiding when a carriage came, carrying Richardson, another man and a woman, Dutch, Hosea, and even Bill who looked more cleaned up. "Gentlemen, let me bring you into our lovely home for a drink!" Y/n and Kimberly saw their parents exit the carriages.

"Oh no." Kimberly muttered before looking at Y/n, "Your dad doesn't like you wearing those clothes, don't he?" Kimberly whispered. ". . . No, no, he doesn't." Y/n hopped off Buckley and tapped his rear, "Go to the barn, boy. Put this back where you found it please, Kim?", "Okay. . ." She whispered.

She approached her father and looked at the men who finally saw her without the beautiful jewelry or the dazzling feminity she once carried in the morning. When Richard laid his eyes on his daughter, he practically gasped. "What do you think you're wearing?" He questioned her. "Daddy, don't get mad. It's just clothing-", "Excuse us, gentlemen, Antonio, please escort these men to the manor. Apparently, I must have a talk with my daughter about mannerisms and proper attire for a young lady." Richardson held her back before leading her to the side of the manor.

Arthur watched and listened nearby as Richard sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What did I say to you the moment we got on that ship?" Richardson asked her. "Daddy, I-", "Don't you "daddy" me, young lady! You are not to be wearing such demeaning outfits such as this! You look like a street rat or worse, one of them outlaws! I send you to the best of schools, just like you need, I get you your own personal trainer in fencing, a degree, money, everything a woman would want!" He said.

"B-But daddy, I don't want-", "Enough!"

"I am not going to kid around with this. Get those clothes off and put on a proper dress. You look ridiculous. I shouldn't have let you keep that damn horse, he's the reason why you're acting up like this." He snarled to her, she grew tears as she looked down at the ground in shame. Arthur felt sorry for the girl, her fists were clenched as she steadied her breathing.

"I ain't a little girl no more, daddy." She whispered. "What?" Richard scoffed. "You can't control me and tell me what I want or need anymore." Richardson laughed and brushed his hair back. "You ain't gonna leave any time soon. I'm selling Buckley-"

"Daddy!"

"I don't want that damn horse around anymore. Your witch of a mother bought that thing in spite of me." He growled. "Buckley didn't do nothing to deserve this! Mother got him for me as a gift-!" Arthur's eyes grew big when Richard slapped her. His hand slowly snaking down towards his holster as he glared at the rich man

"I am your damn father. If I say I'm going to sell a damn horse, I'm selling it. I'll buy you a pony instead, now, you are going to walk up those steps, change out of your clothes and into a proper outfit. Mr. Jameson is coming over later with his son, Damon, who'll be your fiancee."

Y/n looked straight at her father with wide eyes while she held the side of her face from the pain. "Daddy-", "He has asked for your hand in marriage, and I had agreed. It's about time I find you a husband, we'll receive more money and land afterwards. Don't worry, Damon will treat you well."

Y/n shook her head as she started to back away from her father. "Get up those steps, right now. I'm right behind you." He growled, ". . . You know what." He grabbed her arm and started to pull her into the manor, she didn't fight back but obeyed his directions.

He made her go up the steps and had the maids help her get dressed. She wore a dark teal cotton dress, with white tights then a tight corset underneath it, her hair was braided back into a French braid. She was then sent downstairs, and stood by her father who was laughing with Dutch and Hosea.

"Yes, yes, exactly!" Hosea chuckled, "Your daughter looks lovely, you must adore her." Richardson laughed and covered his mouth. "She's too much to handle, that's why I'm going to marry her off." Hosea was taken by surprise as he looked to Dutch who arched his brow. Y/n simply looked away before breaking out into a run, getting away from the room.

"Y/n!" Richardson shouted.

"Y/n?" Kimberly said when she ran past her. Y/n didn't stop when she ran through the door and towards the barn, unlocking the stall, quickly slipping on the reins, snatching her quiver and bow, before jumping onto Buckley's wide body. She kicked her feet and he took off running. Richardson made it outside only for Buckley to brush past him with such speed—the wind knocked him backwards onto his back. "Y/n!!" He shouted.

Y/n didn't listen, she kept running. Tears falling from her face as she started to cry, holding onto Buckley's mane as he charged forward. Unwilling to stop or rest, even being a horse, he understood her emotions better than any person could. He was indeed a special gift from her mother. He ran and continued to go wherever he intended to go, and he knew just the place.

But what they didn't know was that Arthur was chasing them close behind.

~~~

When Dutch and Hosea ran out after Richard, Y/n had blown by them. Arthur came running with John and Dutch spoke: "Don't worry, Mr. Jones, I'll send my best men to go and fetch your daughter. Callaghan, go and get his daughter! Right now!"

Arthur tipped his head and called his horse before jumping on and chasing after the girl. One hand, after to catch her, and on the other, to comfort the poor thing. He listened to the heavy running from Buckley, he saw her soon enough as the horse zoomed through the trees and branches. For a giant beast, he sure was agile.

~~~

Buckley whined when he approached stone pillars that were placed around in a large circle, grass was everywhere as the forest provided a large open space. Y/n opened her eyes and wiped her tears to see clearly. When she did, she saw the tall stones. "Buckley. . . You. . . You remember this place?" She muttered, slowly she got off her horse, sliding off her shoes and letting her feet touch the bare grass—entering the large circle. Looking at the stones.

She sniffled and stood in the grass, beside one of the pillars, a heavy puff of air was blown into her hair as Buckley slowly and gently knelt down on his knees before slumping against the pillar and lying down. Y/n knew that position he always made, she knelt and sat down. Leaning her back against his hefty shoulders before he rested his large head in her lap. Letting her brush his mane.

Her tears fell as she kissed his head, "He doesn't want me to have you. . ." She whispered with closed eyes, "I want to love him, Buckley, I really do. . . But he just makes things so much more difficult. . . First, he takes away my dreams to become an archer. Then my goal to become a seamstress, now the only two things my mother left me."

Buckley huffed and nudged his face closer into her chest, she hugged his neck and rested her head on his. Before hearing a crunch from afar, she stood and pulled out her bow. Aiming the arrow straight as Arthur who raised his hands.

"Hey now, easy there." He said while slowly walking towards her. Buckley stood and protectively walked up besides Y/n as he watched the strange man approaching. "I'm just here to bring you back home." He said. Y/n shook her head as she pulled the bowstring even tighter, "I'm not going back. . . Not without my horse." She muttered.

"I understand. What if we went somewhere, jus' for a day or two. You and me?" Arthur asked. "Why would I trust a stranger like yourself? You're just gonna be paid off by my father to drag me back!" She accused him, he kept his hands up and reached up for his hat before it was shot clean off his head and pinned into one of the stone pillars.

Arthur looked at her with shock as she instantly grabbed another arrow, "Don't move." She warned him. He simply nodded his head. "Want me to tell you somethin'?" He questioned, "I heard you chattin' with your friend, Kimberly her name? Said you was interested in outlaws robbin' Saint Denis. Lemme show you somethin'." Quicker than a blink of an eye, Arthur shot Y/n's quiver off her hip and placed his gun back in his holster.

She gasped and almost tripped as she jumped to the side. Still holding her bow as arrows spilled on the grass, she looked back at him and growled. "You owe me for that!" She hissed. "You come with me, and I'll pay you back. Buy a whole new case for yer." He offered.

"How do I know that you won't drag me back?" She questioned. "Lady, I'm not the type to force a woman to do what she doesn't want to do, but I am one to listen. And you can trust me when I tell you, I ain't takin' you back to your daddy." Arthur said.

Y/n was hesitant, but she glanced at Buckley who let out a soft huff from his large nostrils. She eased the tension on her bowstring and lowered her weapon, removing the arrow from the string as she let it drop onto the fallen pile of arrows. ". . . You swear?" She asked. "I swear, ma'am."

Y/n rolled her shoulder before strapping her bow into her chest then grabbing the quiver which now had a broken strap. ". . . Where to?" She muttered. "I know a place. Just, take your time getting on that horse." Arthur backed away and let her have alone time with Buckley.

Out of sight for a moment, he walked towards the tree and spotted Javier and John walking towards him. He stopped them before telling them his plan, saying to tell Dutch where he was going to be. "Yer goin' to Horseshoe Overlook?" John muttered. "Hosea said it was a good place to lie low, I'll be there with the girl. Holding her there for 'bout a day or two before I come back-", "About that, Arthur. . ." Javier cut in, "Dutch said we might need to keep her for a week instead."

"What?" Arthur mumbled. "Dutch said that he and Hosea could possibly raise the price to whoever finds her, from money to solid gold bars!" Javier whispered. "Where'd you go, Mr?" Y/n asked. John and Javier both ran off quickly as Arthur turned around, "Just about to grab my horse." He said. Y/n arched her brow and looked at his horse.

". . . She's beautiful." She muttered, Buckley following right behind her. "Thank you." Arthur said as he walked to his ride, he grabbed his hat first before setting it on his head. "Ma'am." He added before jumping into the saddle. Y/n climbed onto Buckley bareback and looked at Arthur. "I never got your name." She said.

"Arthur Callaghan." He replied, "Now, Y/n, follow me."

~~~

"Little brat just ups and decides to run off!" Richardson cursed, Dutch approached him and held his shoulder. "Callaghan is an amazing hunter, although he ain't exactly cheap for his type of service. He expects payment from me, which I can only get from someone else paying me." Dutch sighed.

Richardson groaned as he looked back at Hosea, "How much are you asking for?" Dutch just smirked.

~~~

Y/n rode close beside Arthur, he gave her a small cloak for her to wear and cover her head just in case it started to rain. "May I ask why you ran off so suddenly?" Arthur questioned. ". . . My father was plannin' on marrying me off to some random man I've never met. Selling my horse, and who knows what else." She said, "I wanted an out. . . So I left. I didn't expect this to happen."

Arthur shook his head and looked at Buckley, "What's his name?", "Buckley. . . Sometimes I call him Buck for short." Y/n answered. Buckley bowed his head and kept walking, "I taught him that trick." Y/n smirked.

Arthur chuckled at the small gesture. "C'mon, we needa speed up and get there before dark."

~Y/n pov~

The breeze was gentle, and the crickets chirping from the distance was calming to hear. I set Buckley by a tree and let him eat the grass, I looked over my shoulder and saw Arthur Callaghan fixing up a tent. I don't know where he got it from, but it's something. I've never slept in a tent before, or a cot.

I'm used to a large king sized bed, multiple blankets. Now it was just a small cot, a blanket, and probably campfire, one side of me was excited that I was camping, but another was terrified that I left my home with a stranger and I'm also staying with him. "So what's your plan?" I said. "What plan?" Arthur replied.

"When my father sends his men after me? He's going to send the entire town to find me.", "Trust me, ma'am, I don't plan on bein' caught." His southern drawl sounded rough but also sexy at the same time. I turned away from Buckley and slowly stepped closer as he tied something up, "You've done this before, I see?"

"Plenty of times, ma'am. Sometimes I travel with a group." He said. "Is it always this quiet?" I asked. "Rarely if I'm with a group." I sat on a log and sighed when my dress snagged on a twig, "Dammit." I scowled as I tugged it off. "You alright, there, Ma'am?"

"I'm okay, it's just, excuse my language but, it's my damn dress. It gets stuck on everything!" I sighed. I was looking at the sky when I heard Arthur approaching me, I turned my head and finally saw just how handsome he looked up close. "Do ya wanna buy somethin' else to wear?" He asked me. "I. . . Um, if you don't mind. I don't really care." I stuttered before looking away.

Were men's eyes always that blue? They look like pools of the ocean! "I can stop by a shop." He knelt down and started to stack a few sticks together for a fire later tonight, "I just needa know yer size and I'll be back, y'know, so people won't catch you sneakin' around." I just nodded my head while clenching my dress, I felt something tingling in my stomach but I didn't know what it was.

"Y-Yes, that'll be wonderful, Mr. Callaghan." I muttered, "I'd very much appreciate it." He set a small fire and wrote down my size for shirts and pants. "Thank you, really, Mr. Callaghan."

"No problem, ma'am. All you need to do is stay here. I'll be back." He said, he left soon after and I looked back at Buckley. "You like it here buddy?" I asked him. He flapped his ears and continued to graze the grass as he slowly found his way towards me.

The sun was close to setting, I could see the darkness coming as the crickets started to grow louder. It was beautiful outside, I stood and walked towards the cot and saw the lamps inside the tent. He has done this many times.

It was odd being outside after dark like this. I was used to a curfew; I reached up and undid my hair and let it down, undoing the braids completely as I sighed with relief. The tension was undone. I believe thirty minutes or so had passed before Arthur came back, I looked and saw that he carried a few boxes and set them on a table he left behind. "I don't have much of a fashion sense but. . ." I approached the boxes and lifted the tops off each one, seeing a different outfit in each of them.

Red flannel with jeans, another set with a blue shirt and a beautiful belt, another with a black shirt and two different hats, each one had a spare white shirt to wear underneath, different set of undergarments. "I didn't know which one you'd like, so I bought the best three they had-", "Thank you so much, Mr. Callaghan!" I smiled while hugging him. Never has a man or even a boy bought me clothing that I always wanted to wear and feel comfortable in. "You don't needa thank me, ma'am. Oh, and here. . . Thought you might needa few pairs." He grabbed one more box and placed it in my hands.

When I opened it, I felt my eyes shimmer with joy as I overlooked a beautiful pair of boots. ". . . Arthur. . ." I mumbled as I let my finger trace over the delicate pattern of golden roses that blended beautifully with the rich tan and black color. "I sorta measured your shoe size when I was fixin' the fire." My smile was bigger than ever before when I grabbed the clothing. "Thank you!" I said again before running into the tent with two boxes.

~3rd pov~

Arthur didn't know how to react when she hugged him, or even thanked him for simply buying a few outfits. Never had he had a woman almost tear up over some clothes, even though he had Sadie and Tilly help him with the clothing choices at the shop. He brushed his hair and slipped his hat back on, he kept thinking how he was going to keep a woman inside a camp for an entire week without scaring her off.

He tended to the fire and walked to his horse which carried two hares that he had hunted down on his way back. "You won't last long." He muttered. "Mr. Callaghan?" Y/n said. "Yes?", "Can you help me with something?"

Arthur approached the tent and stood by the flaps, "Anything, ma'am." He replied. Y/n exited the tent and was only wearing her corset with her undergarments covering her legs. "Do you mind undoing this corset for me? I can't reach it, those maids tied it up in a way I couldn't undo it without someone's help." She awkwardly said.

"Oh. . . Of course, here. Turn around." He said, when she did, he felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. Her bashful face and her sweet voice made him smile. He pulled the strings loose and undid the different knots and ties before it came undone. "There you go.", "Thank you." She said before entering the tent once more.

"Was your daddy always this. . . Demanding?" Arthur asked her. "Uhm, no actually. When I was nine he wasn't like this at all. He liked it when I wore jeans and boots, supported me about my talents with my bow, but. . . Then his twin brother, or my uncle, and my mother were killed. That's when he changed. Ever since, he's never wanted me to shoot another arrow, dress the same, or even ride Buckley anymore." Y/n answered.

"Wait, how do you know that he was demanding? I never told you all of that." Arthur chuckled and let his thumbs hook onto his belt, "I sorta overheard your conversation by the side of your mansion, I heard him hit you. I was tempted to shoot him right there and then." He confessed.

Y/n was silent, Arthur thought he made her uncomfortable but inside of the tent. She was grinning as she slid the belt into the loops of her jeans. "Well, I appreciate the thought, Mr. Callaghan. Your wife must be lucky to have found such a good man like yourself." She complimented him.

"Nah, I ain't married. I was, but it didn't work out." He said. "Oh, I'm sorry.", "It's alright."

Y/n slid on her boots and sighed when she stretched her arms, she opened the flaps of the tent and walked out. "What do you think?" She asked. Arthur could feel his heart leap out of his chest when he saw her dressed. The jeans brought out her hips, the shirt fitted around her waist and chest so well. The hat on her head and her boots tied it all together along with two regular braids hanging off both her shoulders as she leaned on her leg and crossed her arms.

"Beautiful. . ."

"What was that?" Y/n smiled as she looked at Arthur's dumbfounded expression. "I. . . You look good." He said. Bringing a brighter smile to her lips as she spun around in her new attire, "This feels amazing! It's all brand new! I love these boots, the hat, everything!" She said.

"What do you think we can do tomorrow?" She asked him while looking at the sky. "Whatever you wanna do." He answered. Y/n giggled and took in a deep breath, "I think I like it here." She sighed, "Let's go hunting tomorrow! We can find a deer—oh! Or a bear!"

"A bear?" Arthur said. "I've always wanted to hunt a bear. Especially Mor'du." She muttered. "Who the hell is Mor'du?" Arthur questioned. "You never heard the legend of Mor'du?"

Arthur shook his head and Y/n grinned, "I'll tell you if you take me hunting." She said. Arthur hung his head and sighed, "Sure, we can go hunting tomorrow." He replied

"Yes!" She smiled before hugging him again, "This is going to be the best few days of my life!"

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Part 2 coming soon!

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“Can I call you pretty?” Sean Macguire/Reader- SFW

“Sean, Arthur, and Reader go on a run to rob a side business in a high-society bar in Saint Denis, and things go a bit off track. Arthur is caught in the middle of an argument, as usual with the two.”

Howdy! I apologize for not having updated here in a hot minute- but hopefully things are going to start getting back to normal soon. This fic was entirely made because of a conversation a friend and I had about Sean having to wear fancy clothes, so enjoy the 1.6 k words result!!

CONTINUES UNDER THE CUT

You and Sean weren’t a couple. Well, not officially, at least. But you flirted on the regular, were together more often than not, and he was almost constantly calling you silly pet names like “Darlin’” and “Sunshine.” When he told you of robbing a fancy saloon, (although you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the idea of a saloon that wasn’t always dirty, with windows and furniture constantly being broken in drunken brawls.) that was a front for money laundering, you agreed to accompany him and Arthur, thinking, what was the worst that could happen?

He even took you into town before hand, “buying” you a nice, new set of clothes. When he rushed out of the store to you and the horses, you simply raised a brow, asking how much the clothes he just got costed, he replied “Oh, right! That’s the ol’ Macguire classic, five-finger-discount!” Much to your amusement. The angry shop-keep suddenly burst out of the store, and you both jumped onto your horses, speeding out of town in record time.

And now here the three of you were, riding into Saint Denis in a stagecoach, dressed in suits that honestly made you laugh when you first saw the other two men wearing them.

When you reached the saloon, you all hopped out, and Sean payed the driver, clapping him on the shoulder before following you and Arthur into the noisy establishment.

You had to admit, the Irish man was right in his description of the place. It was nothing like other saloons. Just from a glance, you could see every person in there had pockets absolutely stuffed with money. Even the music playing was more high-class than other bars, and your fingers itched at the idea of lightening a few patrons wallets.

Arthur seemed to know exactly where your mind was going, and you flinched when he put his hand on your lower back.

“No pickin’ any pockets. We’re goin’ to find a seat, have a drink, and figure out who’s the best to get information from on the back-business.” You sighed, nodding and taking Seans arm to lead him to a table near the back of the saloon.

After around ten minutes of sitting in comfortable silence at your booth, Arthur sat up straighter in his chair, leaning forward to you and the gingers side of the table.

“Man in a white blazer, over there. He’s been going back and forth from the bar to the hallway into the kitchen. He’s definitely not a cook or staff. He came out once with his arm around a younger mans waist.” He whispered, and glanced at you with a look you knew all too well.

“Wha- No. I’m not doing that again.” You hissed, and the brunette took to a more pleading expression.

“I ain’t! Last time I did, I ended up getting two of the buttons on my shirt ripped off, AND a bite on my throat that forced me to wear a scarf for nearly a week and a half in the dead of summer!” You snapped, and Arthur sighed.

“Please? I wouldn’t ask if I had another idea.” He implored, and when you looked to Sean for a bit of help, the fool just looked away, tapping his fingers against the table edge. You huffed dramatically, standing up from your chair suddenly.

“Fine. But you both owe me.”

Sean thought it would be easy. He thought he could just sit in his seat and not worry. But now he felt guilty, and he found himself glancing toward the saloon doors every five seconds. You and the suspect had vanished into the back of the establishment after only like, ten minutes of you chatting him up at the bar counter. Now we were at eight minutes and twenty seven seconds of you being (presumably) alone with him, and the Irish man found himself getting closer and closer to barging in, guns blazing. His leg was bouncing incessantly, and no matter what he told himself, all he could think about was “what if he just sent you into the lions den?”

Arthur kept calming him down, but that didn’t matter one bit when he heard something slam in another room. Shooting up from his seat, he took off toward the doors, relieved that Arthur didn’t seem interested in stopping him.

Throwing the door to the back room open, Sean felt a wave of relief flood over him when he saw you standing over the man you left with, holding a bloodied knife as you smoothed out your dress shirt that was almost halfway undone. He rushed to your side, and you looked up, wiping the blood from your lip.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were worried about me Macguire.” You hummed, smirking at the redhead as he scoffed and turned to search for the money. You grinned, clearing your throat and holding up a stack of cash triumphantly.

“And as usual, I’m one step ahead of you.” You continued, and Sean grunted in response, crossing his arms as you divvied out the money to the other two men, giving the gangs share to Arthur to bring back to Dutch. You glanced at Sean again, and took note of his sour expression.

“What’s got your drawers in a twist, Macguire?” You asked, tilting your head to catch his eye. Sean huffed, running his hands through his hair.

“I just don’t understand why we couldn’t have just come back here when no one was watchin’, eh?” He snapped, and you jumped back as he waved his arms to exaggerate his displeasure.

“Ye’ dinna’ need to do all that whorin’ when we could’ve done it just as easily together! Makes a man wonder if you’re really all’at’ put off by it.” He finished, and you froze, eyebrows shooting up as you stared incredulously at him.

“I beg your pardon? You addle-headed Irish prick! I only did it because Morgan goddamn told me to!” You shouted, getting in his face. To your right, you heard Arthur clearing his throat quietly. The redhead scoffed.

“Yeah, I’m sure ye’ would do whatever he wanted if it was Morgan tellin’ ya’! You’ll do anythin’ to get a good fuck, eh?” The words barely left Seans mouth when your fist connected with his jaw, resulting in a satisfying crunch before he was knocked backwards onto the floor. He yelped, and grabbed his cheek in his hand while looking up at you furiously. You sneered, spitting at his feet and speaking.

“Find yer’ own way home, you fuckin’ pig. Arthur and I are gettin’ a stage back for ourselves.” You snarled, turning and leaving him on the ground as you urged the other outlaw out of the room.

The coach ride to where you left the horses was entirely silent, and Arthur only spoke up while you were leading your horses into a trot.

“Can I offer some friendly advice?” He asked quietly, and you took a calming breath before responding with a “depends.”

“I think you should talk to Sean later. He only yelled at you like that because he was worried sick about’chu when we were waitin’ to come get ya’.” He suggested gently, and you clenched your jaw.

“I ain’t sayin’ what he said was okay, but there’s more goin’ on than just him bein’ an ass.”

“I no longer want your advice, Arthur.” You replied, and you heard an exasperated sigh over the sound of your horses hooves hitting the dirt road.

“Just think about it, alright? He cares about you. That much is clear as day.” He finished, and you rode back into Shady Belle in silence.

You had been sitting with Arthur, Charles, and Tilly around the campfire for about thirty minutes when Sean finally arrived back, and when you saw who it was, you turned back in your seat so quickly you felt like you nearly snapped your neck. (As much of an exaggeration as that is.)

Sean of course, came over to the group before long, and you stood from your seat with an unintentionally(?) loud, inconvenienced sigh. You ignored the look Arthur gave you, making your way to your tent.

Just as you unfastened the flaps, a hand was on your shoulder, and you turned to see Sean standing behind you, a guilty look on his face.

“What?”

“Er- I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier.” He said quietly, looking at the ground. You raised a brow, and he continued.

“I dinna’ mean to insult ye’, I was just so worried about what was goin’ on while you were alone with that pig. That’s not to excuse what I did, but I just wanted to let ye’ know that..” You stared at the redhead while he trailed off, waiting.

“Know what?”

“That I.. care.. for ye’. Differently than the rest of these fellers’. I see them as brothers, but with you..” You grinned as he trailed off again, and stepped closer to press a kiss to his lips.

“I fancy you too, Sean.” You hummed as you pulled away, and had to stifle a laugh at the star-struck expression he now wore. Backing into your tent, the laugh bubbled out as he nearly tripped following you, securing the tent behind himself.

You took his hand, kissing him again.

“Yer’ very pretty, darlin’. Er- can I call you pretty? Is that weird to call a man pretty?” He asked, nervously stumbling over his words in a way that warmed your heart.

“Sean?” You cut off his rambling, and he started, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

[atticusredwood]

Bloodmoon

@forest-city since you seemed to really like the first part..

TW!! Abuse mentioned and slightly shown!

Part 1

Part 2/??

Pretty boy? Really?

Felix tried not to giggle, so casually that was said too, though the shaking of his body’s suppressed amusement caused his ankle to ache. “Ow..”

Atticus looked over at Felix again. “You good?”

“Yeah..it’s just, when I tripped I rolled my ankle..”

“Eek, that sucks, here, make a brace or whatever.” Atticus tossed Felix some medical tape from his satchel.

“Thanks..” Felix said as he caught the roll and started wrapping his foot.

After he was done, he passed Atticus his medical tape back, sat back for another 10-30 minutes before the chase finally came to a close when the officer gave up and the horse got tired.

“Alright, out ya go.” Atticus said as he helped Felix off the wagon.

“Thanks for uh..the show?” Felix said with his signature cheesy smile, Atticus was unamused.

“Go home, boy.” Atticus said with anger as he walked away, towards Flushing.

- Later that night -

“It ain’t the right shade, I’m tellin’ y-” Atticus attempted to speak when Victoria, his girlfriend, slapped him for talking back. She was trying to cover a bruise she made.

“I don’t care if it’s the right shade or not! Anyone finds out you ain’t gettin’ in this many fights, I’m screwed.” She scowled.

“Maybe ya could t-try not hittin’ me?” Atticus suggested shakily, knowing that wasn’t gonna end well. She grabbed his scarf and tugged on it.

“Maybe you should try being obedient. Never understood why newsboys are always so damn bold..” She growled and released the soft fabric. Atticus nodded frantically. “Just a friendly reminder, if you ever try to tell. Who’s gonna believe that the strong boy from the streets is getting abused by a weak girl like me? No one, now behave so I can hide your bruise before you go back to the lodge.”

One day I’ll be outta here and all ripe again..

Atticus sighed as Victoria put the wrong shade of foundation on his bruise. He later color corrected it. She was right, of course, no one would believe him.

- The next day -

Atticus was bringing the Queens newsies, a rather mixed group of people, culture, race, gender, etc, to the paper distribution wagon.

Felix had finally finished his plan as to how he was gonna runaway, though he noticed it would certainly be helpful to have a job so when he left he’d have a chance at survival.

Atticus was beyond annoyed when he saw a new face in the crowd of Flushing boys. The boys were whispering.

When Felix walked up to Atticus, now looking down at him for the first time, a bit shocked at the height difference, one of the Flushing boys, Habit, spoke up.

“That there’s the Angel of Death, but we call ‘in Pink-” Habit got cut off by Felix speaking to Atticus.

“Well hello again, friend.” Felix said warmly, Atticus but his tongue.

“Hi. Why are ya here?” Atticus said with more condescension than wanted.

“Would seein’ you again be a good enough excuse?” Felix said, Atticus rolled his eyes, in a bad mood, and ‘very disgusted’ at the thought of a boy wanting to see him.

“No, you need a job or sum’?” Atticus said with haste.

“Yeah..how does this work?” Felix asked.

“You buy a set amount of papes, and if ya don’t sell ‘em all, that’s money outta your pocket, got it?” Atticus said, a bit pleased someone would choose this job of all jobs.

“I think so. No buy backs?” Felix asked cautiously.

“Yes. See? You already understandin’ it, now just sell or whatever, don’t go ta Brooklyn.” Atticus warned. “And if ya do, don’t mention me by name.”

Felix nodded, suddenly very happy to have been accepted into a group and feeling as though he’d been told a top secret.

- Later in the afternoon -

“Yo, boss, how’s come vampy ovah there knew ya?” Habit asked as he caught up to Atticus, who was having a slow day.

“I met him last night when I slapped a cop.” Atticus sighed.

“You gotta start learnin’ ta control ya anger..” Habit suggested gently.

“I know, I know..I’m tryin’, but I don’t wanna lose my temper. Just control it.” Atticus said.

“Now I think that’s somethin’ that’ll put the whole world at peace!” Habit joked as he nudged Atticus’ shoulder, who laughed and shoved him back.

[mimisempai]

I wish you could stay a little longer - 6/6

Chapter summary

Finally the long awaited reunion... will the Hob stranger finally stay?

Notes:

Thanks for all the comments and kudos. I had this idea in mind since the first time I watched episode 6 and I'm glad I did it. I hope you enjoyed it.

On Ao3

Rating T

"Hello Mr. Gadling!"

"Hi Hob! How are you today?"

Hob waved or nodded to the various people who greeted him as he walked along the street that led to the New Inn like he did almost every day.

He couldn't help but check with a glance that the red graffiti indicating the direction of the New Inn was still clearly visible and then continued on his way.

"You waiting for someone?" 

Hob answered the bartender with a poor smile, "I think I've been standing up." 

He added, thinking back to the last time he and his stranger had met, "We had a fight. Last time we were here." 

The bartender wiped a glass and simply hummed. 

Hob continued, "It was my fault. Wish I could say I was drunk at the time, but I was just an idiot." 

As the years passed, he had come to think that maybe he should have done something different. But it was too late. 

The bartender commented, "I've seen plenty of friends get in fights in pubs. Even more of them laugh about it together later." 

Hob grinned, "Maybe in another 100 years." because he would be here in a hundred years if his stranger didn't show up tonight. 

The bartender shook his head, "You'll have to have found a new pub by then." 

Hob was about to say he wouldn't when the bartender continued, "This place has been sold to make room for new flats. The borough council are trying to stop them, but if you've got enough money in this country, you can do whatever you bloody want." 

Hob was dumbfounded, devastated by the news. He had never considered this possibility. Could it be that he would never see his stranger again? 

The bartender, seeing his defeated expression, asked, " Pour you another one? While you wait?" 

Oh yes, he was going to need it.  

He replied, "Please." 

He smiled as he walked through the door of the New Inn. For over thirty years the place had become as familiar as the old inn. He came several times a week, and every time the door opened, he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster. 

"Hello Professor!"

The staff was used to him coming to work here and he had his table reserved.

He sat down at his table, took out his papers to grade as the waitress came and put a glass of beer on the table.

He took out his red pen and, after taking a sip, he started to work.

He didn't realize how much time had passed when he came out of his concentration with the feeling that someone was watching him. He slowly looked up at the black-clad figure and took a split second to realize who it was. When their eyes met, all the memories began to dance in his head.

"Let us meet here again, Robert Gadling, in this tavern of the White Horse in 100 years." 

"A hundred years, then?" 

"So do you still wish to live?" 

"But you can be hurt or captured. We must be cautious." 

"I think perhaps you've changed.." 

"I'll tell you what, I'll be here in 100 years' time. If you're here then too, it'll be because we're friends. No other reason, right?"  

They stared at each other for a split second, neither of them sure how to react after all this time and after the way they had left each other last time. But there was something in the eyes of his mysterious stranger. 

Something new.

Something soft.

Something that made his heart beat even faster.

So Hob couldn't help the smile that blossomed on his lips and simply said, "You're late."

His stranger had a lovely little laugh, as if he were relieved, as if he had doubted that Hob would welcome him with open arms.

Even his voice with its familiar inflection had a softer tone as he said with a knowing smile, "It seems I owe you an apology. I've always heard it impolite to keep one's friends waiting."

Hob understood that this was his way of apologizing, of acknowledging Hob's words from over a century ago. So of course Hob could not hold back his smile in return. 

After all these years of uncertainty, the happiness that washed over him was almost overwhelming. The new smile never left his stranger's lips as he pulled up a chair and sat down nonchalantly in front of him.

Hob couldn't help but follow him with his eyes, his smile never leaving his lips either.

It was the first time they had both sat so casually, their legs almost touching.

His stranger said softly, "Death sends his regards."

Hob tilted his head, puzzled and asked, "Death?"

The stranger explained, "She is the woman who accompanied me the first time we met. She is the one who granted you not to die and incidentally my older sister."

Hob swallowed and replied, a little worried, "Is that why you are here? To bring me to her?"

His stranger chuckled softly, as charming as ever, and shook his head as he replied reassuringly, "No, she will only come for you the day you ask."

Hob smiled back, a little relieved nonetheless and replied, "You can give her my regards then."

He took a sip of his beer and broached the subject that was burning in his mind, "Death... I know your sister's name, don't you think if we are friends, after all this time, I have a right to know yours?"

His mysterious stranger raised his hand and held it out over the table, "My name is Dream of the Endless, but to you of course I'm just Dream."

Finally he knew it. He spoke it softly, to get used to it, tasting the sound on his lips, "Dream?" 

It suited him perfectly. It was a fitting name for his friend who always had this aura of mystery around him.

Hob grabbed his outstretched hand and squeezed it, saying softly, "It suits you... pretty well. Nice to meet you, Dream."

They held hands longer than propriety required, but Hob didn't feel like letting go of the warm, strong grip and he had a feeling Dream didn't either. 

When they finally let go of each other's hands, he saw his friend's gaze fall on papers laid out in front of him as he asked, "What's this?"

Hob leaned back in his seat and, picking up his pen, pointed to the papers in front of him, "These, dear Dream, are copies I need to grade."

Dream rested his chin on the palm of his hand and asked, looking a little surprised, " Are you a teacher?".

Hob was not offended by his surprise, after all, Dream had seen him go through many more or less glamorous jobs. When he nodded, Dream asked him with an interested tone, "May I ask what you teach?"

Hob was serious when he replied, "History, with a specialization in human rights history."

Dream looked at him with a knowing look, as if he was fully aware of why Hob had chosen this specialization. He commented softly, approval in his eyes, "An interesting choice."

Hob swallowed several times before answering, but he felt like explaining the reason for his choice of career, "I... I know for a fact that I've made a lot of bad choices, more than good ones for that matter. So I think with my knowledge of the world, of history, maybe I can make a difference in educating the younger generations so they don't make the same mistakes I did."

Dream kept his gentle smile as he replied, "I think you've really learned something and your students won't have a better teacher than you who has experienced what you teach, from the good and the bad sides of the fence."

Unexpectedly, his friend placed his hand on Hob's and continued, "You're a good person, Robert Gadling."

Hob, embarrassed by the compliment, shook his head and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Dream's hand held it firmly as he insisted, "Believe me, I've known humanity since the beginning of time, I know a good person when I see one. You are a good man."

Hob really struggled to accept the praise, but the gleam in Dream's eye was so strong that he finally accepted and didn't try to pull his hand away again.

Reminding him of all their encounters over the centuries, Dream asked, "So tell me, what have you been doing all this time?" 

Hob withdrew his hand and gestured to the waiter, addressing Dream with a chuckle, "For that, I'll need a second beer. I don't dare ask if you'll have one, I've noticed you don't drink or eat when we meet."

"Well, it's never too late to change," Dream retorts.

Moments later, the waiter brought them their drinks and Hob raised his glass in Dream's direction as he said cheerfully, "Here's to something new."

Dream clinked his glass against his and Hob told him his story.

His ups and downs. Not leaving anything out.

They were on their third cup of coffee when they decided it was time to call it a night, neither of them having seen the time pass.

Hob apologized sheepishly, "I have classes to teach tomorrow."

Dream nodded in understanding and after paying the bill, they both headed for the door.

Once outside, they stood in silence for a few moments in front of the door, neither of them ready to say the words that would truly end the encounter. 

Hob wondered if he would finally dare to ask Dream if he wanted to stay, or if they could meet again soon.

His throat tightened as he thought about how most of their meetings had ended.

"A hundred years, then? " 

"A hundred years." 

No. He didn't want to. He didn't want to anymore.

He broke the silence and said hurriedly, "After so many years of thinking I'd lost you... uh I mean thinking I had lost your friendship, I'm so happy now that I could kiss you."

Oh boy, he had once again spoken faster than his thoughts.

But Dream looked at him with a strange half-smile on his lips and replied unexpectedly, "Why don't you?".

Hob, pleased with the turn their discussion was taking, retorted in a playful tone, "Not until the first date."

His friend replied, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, "What? In a hundred years?"

Hob challenged him with his gaze and answered softly, "Why not tomorrow?".

Then, afraid of the answer, he preferred to turn and take the path to his house.

But Dream's voice made him stop as he called out to him, "Hob?"

He turned to Dream, who had not moved and was gauging him with her eyes as he had done so often before saying softly, almost in a whisper, "See you tomorrow."

Hob tried to hide his surprise and joy, but couldn't quite manage it, so he nodded, a big smile on his face and replied, "See you tomorrow.... Dream."

He turned around and started walking towards his house. He couldn't hold back a little hop of joy and was about to continue when suddenly he felt himself being pulled back and caught in a very tight hug.

Dream had wrapped his arms around him and whispered into Hob's hair, "I know you said no kissing until the first date, but I don't feel like waiting until tomorrow to do this."

He released the embrace to take Hob's face in his hands. 

He looked at Hob a little longer as if to be sure of his approval and Hob could only nod softly. Because that was what he wanted. With all his heart. So he sighed with relief when Dream closed the distance between them and gently pressed his lips to his.

It was perfect. Soft and painfully tender. 

Their lips brushed against each other with gentle caresses, separating and immediately reconnecting. As if they had known each other forever. As if now that they had tasted each other, they couldn't get enough.

Hob felt himself wobbling and he grabbed Dream's hips to keep himself upright. It was agonizingly sweet. Each brush of lips was like an explosion of desire opening up in Hob's chest. He didn't want it to stop, but they had to separate to catch their breath. But they couldn't bear to put any distance between them, so they stayed forehead to forehead, panting.

Hob laughed lightly, in a small, shaky way, "It was worth waiting this long."

Drea joined his laughter and replied, "What's good is always worth the wait."

Hob wrapped his arms around Dream's waist as he tightened his embrace.

They remained entwined like this for a long time in the dark alley.

They didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but it didn't matter.

This moment was everything.

This moment was enough.

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Last phrase inspired by Virginia Woolfe

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Dreamling Masterlist here with all the chapters

[alwaysaskerurihan]

"Thank you so much for the compliments" they mutter as a touch of pink appears on their cheeks. "It's always a pleasure to share some good tea and homemade cookies !"

They pause as they look down at their fingers fidgeting with the fabric of their jacket. They smile dreamily as the memory comes to their mind.

"I used to cook these with my grandmother as a child. Sometimes with cinnamon, sometimes with other spices."

They sigh, but a warm smile soon brightens their face.

"For the gifts, well…This is not much, but it's the least I can do !"

*looking away as they blush in embarrassment*

"The three of you carry Humanity's hope on your shoulders after all ; a few tea blends or books will never be enough to reward your dedication !"

They fix a friendly gaze on the Captain.

"And don't worry about how expensive they may or may not be, Captain Levi. I've got more money than I need for myself & it's not like I have someone else to spoil anyway."

Getting up from their chair, they gather the empty cups, the saucers, teapot & spoons on a tray.

They now turn to face Erwin.

"Since you put me in charge of the food supply for the Survey Corps last year Commander, I was able to befriend some of our suppliers. So every once in a while, we can get extras or discounts. Please let me know if you need something special, I'll try to find it for you."

A pause.

They open their mouth, but pause again as if a bit reluctant to ask for something.

Finally they dare to speak.

"We barely visited the neighborhood since we moved to the new HQ & I plan to go horse riding in the woods nearby tomorrow morning. Would you like to come with me, if you're not too busy ?"

They grab their basket to hang it on their forearm & take the tray away.

"I must hurry up & wash the dishes before joining Nifa in the stables. I promised we would treat our horses to a couple of apples we saved yesterday."

They start to walk away, but turn briefly to smile at them.

"Thank you again for joining me for tea, I'm honored you spent some time with a simple soldier like me !"

Leaning to Hange with a big smile, they whisper in their ear cheerfully.

"Your hug was the most heartwarming hug I've ever had, thank you Squad Leader. I promise I'll tell you more about that botany book one day."

They resume heading back to the mansion.

"Enjoy the rest of your afternoon ! I'll be in the east aisle if you need me."

🍭 - anon

"We're the ones who owe you the thanks," Erwin insists, raising a hand to halt the anon's gratitude. "While I appreciate your thanks, it was a pleasure to join you for such a pleasant gathering."

Hange giggles at their boyfriend and pats his massive bicep. "Erwin always talks so formal. It's adorable," they remark. "But he's right. This was great." Their eyes have lit up at the mention of the ingredients. Already they are picturing the preparations and possible results of using other spices too. Unfortunately, they don't have a lot of time to make them but they are already wondering if they can convince Moblit to do it.

Levi remains quiet as the others thank the anon. His grey-blue eyes fix on the anon with a kind of curious wariness as they express their gratitude towards the trio's fighting abilities. "It's a nice sentiment but we cannot take all the credit for holding up humanity's hopes. There are many capable soldiers within the Scouts, soldiers we are fortunate to be able to count on."

"While that is true," Hange agreed, "I'd be quite happy to sit in a bit of the glory our lovely friend is giving us," they enthuse with a playful cackle that has Levi's eyes rolling. He nudges Hange's knee and their smile widens. "Don't mind Mr Bashful here." they say with a nod at Levi. "He's still adjusting to the Humanity's Strongest nickname. Bless him."

"Shut up. Hange."

Meanwhile Erwin is listening to the anon speak of their friendship with suppliers. "I see your generosity knows no bounds." he smiles up at them. "It would be much appreciated if you can get anything extra. There's not much we've been able to reward our soldiers with so this would be a good boost for them. So I will let you know, thank you."

Erwin considers the invitation with some thought. "A ride would be rather good. We are rather busy, however we may have some time." He eyes Hange and Levi with one impressive eyebrow raised.

Hange begins to smile brightly. "Hell yeah, I could go for a good ride out," they say.

Levi's eyes sweep around the area for a moment. "We could probably combine such a thing with a patrol," he suggests after a pause. "Four of us would be enough for a patrol squad," he adds.

"Indeed," Erwin answers, satisfied. "In which case, we'd be happy to come with you," he tells the anon.

Levi rises from the table. "Leave the dishes with me. I'll clean them while you attend to your duties," he insists, beckoning for the tray with his hands. "I have time to spare."

Hange frowns up at the anon. "Hey there's nothing simple about you being a soldier. You're an asset," they tell them. Their eyes light up at the heartwarming whisper and assurance of more knowledge. They take the chance to hug the anon again, this time far more fiercely. "Ah you are so lovable," they beam with a gentler squeeze. "And so squishy."

Levi eyes Hange disapprovingly. "Hange, let go before you break their spine."

"Relax, Levi."

The three of them watch the anon go with intrigued expressions except for Hange who is beaming after them with delighted eyes.

[onlyonewoman]

I'm have a real difficult time reckognizing faces, especially when I see someone in a different situation than where I usually see them. Well, today, since I work with horses and the guy who owns the shop at the corner has told me about his old friend who likes to play on horse games, I knew the guy he meant and he was watching a race in the shop on a couch. So I decided to be, you know, social, and said "Winning any money?" Well, from there he recalled I work with horses and then, out of the blue, he said: "You're with MIL's lad, right?" I was like... yeah, thinking it was some neighbor, but it turned out the old man was MIL's new hubby (NH) - I knew she re-married barely a year after FIL (lovely man) died, and so I was like, "yep, that's me, we got married last summer". NH went on with "Why don't you never come and visit when you're living this close? You should be able to." There I stand, with my "bribing myself to clean chocolate", regretting ever opening my mouth, realising that OF COURSE MIL hasn't told her hubby ANYTHING about the reasons why we don't plan on seeing her voluntarily ever again. We haven't spoken to her in YEARS, because she's a self-absorbed, immature person who is incapable of looking past her own wants and wishes. She destroyed whatever she could of the relationship between my husband and FIL, used emotional blackmail to get her way all through life - even in childhood, relatives have confirmed - and it's taken a long time for my hubby, who's a single child, to come to terms with this. There's a special kind of "what the fuck am I hearing?" moment when you hear the lies of someone you've managed to cut out from your life, from someone who OF COURSE doesn't know the true story. I just said: "Well, sometimes it's just not that simple", then I added: "I hope you're doing good together" and he said: "Oh, we do! We really do!", clearly aiming at making me look surprised or something. Instead I smiled and said: "I'm glad you do. That's the important thing." Hubby hates even catching a mere glimpse of his mother and any mention of her makes his day at least a bit shitty, so I'm thinking of keeping this unfortunate convo to myself. It seems to me, that a caring spouse wouldn't tell their spouse about something that doesn't impact their life at all if they're not told, when being told would make them feel bad.

Remember: YOU DO NOT OWE AGING PARENTS A RELATIONSHIP, NO MATTER HOW CLOSE YOU LIVE, IF THE PARENT IN QUESTION, MAKES YOU FEEL BAD EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU SEE THEM, AND IS INCAPABLE OF CHANGING OR CARING ABOUT YOU.

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Odd- Kili Durin x OC

Kili Durin x Rosemary Fairbairn

Description: Gandalf wants to add another Hobbit to the Company, one that was known around the Shire for being odd and unpredictable. 

Word Count: 1.7k

“Gandalf, are you sure this is a good idea?” Bilbo asked unsurely as the Company of Thorin Oakenshield grew closer to the border of the Shire. 

“Yes, I quite am,” the Gray Wizard responded nonchalantly. 

“Rosemary Fairbairn?” The Hobbit repeated incredulously. 

“Yes,” Gandalf repeated as well. “Does that pose a problem to you, Bilbo Baggins?”

“Well, no,” Bilbo started, then was cut off by the old man. 

“Then it’s settled.” A smile appeared on his face as he ignored the quiet huff that the Hobbit let out. 

“Is there a reason you’re so against her joining the quest? Is there something wrong with her?” Fili asked, saying what everyone else was thinking. An awkward blush appeared on Bilbo’s face and he cleared his throat. 

“Well she’s uh… she doesn’t get out much, I’m pretty sure I’ve only ever seen her a few times in my life,” he explained. “And she’s a rather odd person. And even when she does come to town, her behavior is queer and unpredictable. It’s very disconcerting. I believe that’s why she’s basically become a hermit over the years.” 

“She’s not that bad,” Bellarose suddenly cut in defensively. “She’s just…different from everyone else.” 

“And why is that?” Asked Bofur. This time Gandalf was the one to answer again. 

“Well, Miss Fairbairn was born with magical powers. Ones similar to that of a Witch or even a Fairy,” he explained. “No one knows how - some say she was blessed by the gods because her mother always made offerings to them, but no one can say for sure. Nevertheless, it is that oddity that made her an outcast amongst Hobbits.”

“Despite all of that, however, she is a rather nice person and an enjoyable presence to be in,” Bellarose added quickly. “I’ve stopped by for tea when I’m near Farmer Maggot’s farm and she’s never once been rude or hateful.” 

“Not to mention the fact that she is exceptionally skilled with her powers in both defensive and offensive magic,” the Wizard concluded. Kili had to admit that this girl had piqued his interest. He didn’t know much about Hobbits, but he had learned in the short time that he’d been in the Shire that there’s more to them than it may seem. 

They reached the border of the Shire before they knew it and were met with a quaint looking cottage. It was relatively small compared to Bag End, but of course that’s because Bagginses come from money while this Rosemary Fairbairn didn’t. Upon arriving at the small redwood fence that surrounded the house Gandalf dismounted his horse then looked around, trying to decide who would go with him to her front door. Only Thorin, Fili, Kili and Bellarose ended up going, the rest opting to stay behind so Rosemary didn’t get overwhelmed. 

“You’re sure this is a good idea?” Bilbo asked hesitantly, trying one last time to make them just move on. 

“Without a doubt,” the Wizard answered before leaning down a bit and knocking on the door with his staff. It took a minute before the door opened, but when it did Kili had to stop himself from gasping aloud. The Hobbit that stood in front of them was quite possibly one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever seen. Her light blonde hair almost looked like a halo that surrounded her gorgeous face and her blue eyes were both bright and brilliant, reminding him of a clear ocean or cloudless sky. Those beautiful blue eyes widened upon realizing the rather odd looking group that stood in front of her, though she couldn’t say anything before Gandalf spoke. 

“Good morning, Miss Fairbairn,” he greeted with a polite smile. At first the girl could only stand there in surprise, but she eventually managed to respond.

“Uh, good morning Gandalf,” she returned slowly, eyes on the three Dwarves that stood beside him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Well, I - we have come to ask you a question,” Gandalf answered. Rosemary nodded, albeit in confusion. 

“Alright then. Uh, please, come in,” she opened the door wider and allowed them inside, offering them a courteous smile as they passed her. 

“We cannot stay here long,” the one who seemed to be the leader muttered to Gandalf, earning a nod from the Wizard before he faced the girl. 

“I’m afraid introductions must be quick as we are in a time crunch. So, allow me to introduce you to Thorin Oakenshield, and his nephews  Fili and Kili Durin. Of course you are already acquainted with Miss Baggins.” Rosemary nodded, smiling at Bellarose for a moment before looking at the three Dwarves. 

“It is wonderful to meet you all,” she said with a genuine smile, which made Kili grin absentmindedly at her. The sight made her blush and avert her gaze. 

“We have come here with a proposition, Miss Fairbairn,” Gandalf spoke for everyone, which visibly piqued her interest. 

“What sort of proposition?” She asked curiously. 

“We are looking for someone who works with magic to help us complete a quest,” Kili spoke up, which made her head tilt in confusion. 

“Is that not why Gandalf is with you?” 

“Yes, but I may not always be with them, so we need someone to fill in the position when that happens. I believe that you would be right for the job.” 

“What sort of quest is it?” 

It took them no more than ten minutes to explain what was going on (though they didn’t disclose too much information on the chance that she said no). Rosemary stayed silent throughout the exposition, making sure she heard everything they said. She wanted to fully understand what she would possibly be getting into. When they were finished, they allowed her a moment to think over everything she’d just heard before she said anything. 

“I-I don’t know Gandalf… I doubt any of you would want to be in the presence of a weird and unpredictable person,” she said hesitantly, almost as if she’d heard the words a thousand times. No one missed the way Bilbo looked away shamefully. No one said anything at first, not exactly knowing what to say. 

“On the contrary, I believe you will do quite well amongst our Company,” Kili suddenly spoke, which made all eyes turn to him. 

“Really?” Rosemary asked, surprised. 

“Of course. Gandalf says that you’re a skilled magic user in any situation, which could be of more use than any of us may think. Even if not, doesn’t an adventure sound amazing? It could give you a new perspective on everything.Don’t you want to get out of the place that’s scorned you since you were young, even if for a little while?” Bellarose looked like she was ready to throttle Kili for his nonchalant rudeness based on her glare in his direction, but Rosemary didn’t notice it as she thought over his words. She still looked hesitant, so Kili took a step closer to her and met her eyes.

“Miss Fairbairn, you won’t have to worry about being odd or an outcast with us,” he continued in a much softer tone. “There will be no one to judge you harshly or otherwise because no one has room to.” That seemed to finally push her to make up her mind because she offered him a small smile. 

“Alright. I’ll go.” Her response caused the others to smile in unison. 

“I suggest you get to packing because we are leaving as soon as you join us,” Gandalf said jovially. “We will be waiting outside for you.” The others nodded in agreement and with that, everyone walked out of the house one by one - well, everyone but Kili. Rosemary shot him a confused look, only to be met with his (admittedly) charming smile. 

“Thank you for agreeing to this. I promise you won’t regret it,” he said. A small laugh left her lips as she headed for her bedroom. 

“Well for your sake, I hope I won’t. You’re very persuasive,” she spoke as she pulled a luggage bag out and began packing. 

“Well thank you, I’ve had seventy-seven years to perfect the craft,” he answered smoothly, leaning against the doorway with a small smile. The mention of his age momentarily made her pause before she continued on. 

“Is that how you managed to find a place in the Company,” she joked lightly. 

“Amongst other things,” he played along. “Such as my good looks.” That earned a giggle from the girl and she shook her head at him. Rosemary quite liked how easy it was to talk to Kili. She didn’t get conversations like that with other Hobbits. The only exception was Bellarose, but even then they were few and far between. 

“You definitely have those,” she spoke before thinking. Upon realizing what she said she froze in the middle of folding a shirt, a deep blush coating the apples of her cheeks. At first she dared not to look at the Dwarf in embarrassment, but then she spared a glance at him out of the corner of her eye as she continued to pack. She was surprised to see that he was now sporting a toothy grin on his face. 

“You think so?” Rosemary could hear the hopefulness in his tone despite how hard he tried to hide it. At that moment she remembered Bellarose telling her about how sacred a Dwarf’s beard is. It wasn’t difficult to come to the conclusion that Kili’s beard (or lack thereof) made him a bit insecure, which made her sad for him because he was rather handsome. 

“Of course,” she answered immediately as she closed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “I usually prefer a man with no beard.” Kili said nothing but instead nodded with a giddy smile on his face. 

“Well, are you ready?” He asked. 

“Yep,” Rosemary answered with a nod. She began to walk out of the room but stopped when Kili carefully grabbed her bag and opted to carry it for her. A smile formed on the girl’s face as she followed him out of the house to the biggest adventure of her life. She desperately hoped that Kili would be right, but she had a feeling that he wasn’t the type to deceive her. That was why she’d decided to go, and she would come to realize that the youngest Dwarf was in fact right.

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moxie

Ingo hadn't intended to go, but Emmet was impulsive and therefore sometimes had impulsivity issues. Impulsivity issues lead to an itchy trigger finger. An itchy trigger finger lead to bodies. It had happened before and it would happen again. It couldn't happen now though. Now was a time they needed answers, which meant Ingo needed to ride along and make sure that Emmet didn't get trigger happy.

They kept quiet during the trip, Ingo glancing over at Emmet every so often. His twin was wearing a smile that a lifetime of experience told him spelled trouble. It wasn’t too long before they arrived at the spot by the tracks where they’d watched the rider fall.

“Unfortunate.” Emmet said. “It appears as though they survived. I think we should fix that.”

“I assumed you would. You have a very one track mind.” Ingo replied, rolling his eyes.

“I only need one track to follow. It gets me to my destination faster. I believe if we follow these tracks it will also get us to our destination faster.” Emmet pointed at the ground, where shuffling footprints could be easily seen in the still dust. There was a healthy amount of blood as well. A sign that Ingo’s aim was as true as it had ever been. He nodded in assent and allowed Emmet to take the lead. It wasn’t long before they could hear the sound of someone hissing and the crackle of a fire. The sun had started to fall on their way out of town and hung low over the mountains in the distance, but the fire that grew bigger as they approached was doing its best to mimic the ball in the sky.

“Ow… ouch… agh, okay… almost there…” Ingo glanced at Emmet to see his brother staring back at him in surprise. That was not the voice of an adult.

“You shot a child!” Emmet hissed gleefully.

“You shot at a child!” Ingo hissed back.

Emmet cackled as he gave Ella a gentle kick to get her into a forward trot, approaching the fire fearlessly.

“Well, would you look at that! The little attempted thief really is a little attempted thief!”

Sitting before the fire, a haggard looking gray horse hovering over her, was a girl. She jumped up as Emmet approached loudly, knocking her head against the horse’s chin as she did so and cringing. He laughed as she rubbed her head, her horse snorted and taking a step back.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talkin’ about!” She said. Despite her words she was hunched over, wincing in pain from the accidental headbut and holding her shoulder.

“I think you do. I think you know that you made a truly pathetic attempt to rob a train today. What were you hoping to accomplish? Were you going to actually try and rob it? You don’t even have a gun. Were you going to jump on and ask politely if people would give their money to you?” Emmet questioned, hopping off of Ella to loom over the girl. Her horse - a pony, actually, the size easier to tell now that he was on the ground - took a step forward. Just like during calving season Ella swung her rump around and backed up towards the pony, throwing a kick at him.

She was so reliable. Emmet loved her.

“I don’t- I didn’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about!” The girl continued to defend herself, trying to creep around Emmet and Ella and get to her pony. While Ella kept herself between Emmet and the pony, he kept the girl between himself and his horse. She wouldn’t have a chance to get around either of them.

And see, when people thought ‘dramatic’ they always thought Emmet. They thought loud and vibrant and vivacious, outgoing and always in other people’s business. They never thought, ever, that it was Ingo who was the dramatic one. Never thought of loud-but-polite Ingo, who helped everyone to their seat and comforted crying children, would be the dramatic one. No one would ever believe him if he told them it had been Ingo who thought the gang would be a good idea.

And yet it was Ingo who set Candy between Emmet and the girl. It was Ingo who had taught his horse to rear on command and did so now, the girl flying backwards into Ella’s shoulder with a grunt before rolling off her side and to the ground. It was Ingo who jumped off of Candy with the grace and color of an avenging angel, swooping down to lean over the girl like a mountain lion going for the kill. Emmet wished more people would believe him about Ingo’s dramatics.

“So you’re not injured?” Ingo asked. “You don’t have a bullet in your shoulder from one of my guns? From when you ran your pony up on our train in an attempt to rob us? You understand that robbery is a crime punishable by death, no matter your age. We can take you back to town and have you hanged. Is that what you would like to do?”

Neither of them were expecting the girl to look between them in surprise, narrow her eyes, and then spit at them. It didn’t get much distance, landing just past her own boots, but she had still done it. Ingo looked down at the saliva and then back at the girl, impressed with her gumption but not showing it. She didn’t say anything else.

“Emmet. The rope.”

Immediately there was a lasso being draped over his shoulder.

Not too long after found them heading back to town. The girl had her hands tied in front of her and to the horn of her saddle, reins taken and being used to pony her pony. There was a gag in her mouth to keep her from talking or spitting. The brothers rode close beside each other, talking quietly.

“I like her,” Emmet said, “she’s got gumption. Got spirit. Got moxie.”

“I agree.” Ingo nodded. She was feisty and could obviously take care of herself. She was underfed and her clothes were ragged. She could be a diamond in the rough- someone to take the fall eventually. “But we’re not adopting a puppy, Emmet. She is a human.”

“She is. A child. Just a girl. But! She has potential! I think…”

“Tell me what you think.”

“I think! We should take her with us to Elesa’s.” Emmet’s eyes gleamed in the darkness as Ingo shot his gaze towards his brother.

“To Elesa’s?” He asked, wondering if he’d heard that right. Emmet nodded.

“To Elesa’s.”