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Chapter 8 - Unfinished business with a pistol

The Highwayman Series | Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

You and Jake had headed down the stairs with him swearing his life on your protection, ready to beat the man dead if needs be. A substantial number of the town was out now, stood in their doorways, mothers holding their children back to prevent them heading blindly into the standoff happening in the road. “Cain?” your father asks as the man lifts his hat from his head. His face is mashed and mangled, pieced back together by the untrained hands of local hospice, but it was undeniably him. “Sheriff. Long time no see” he notes, words slightly slurred from his lack of vocal chords nor lips. “Well, we had to scrape y’off the road, Cain. Aint pretty” Cain chuckled “yeah your daughter’s lil boyfriend didn’t like me getting’ acquainted” he said and your father recoiled, “you weren’t bein’ too friendly” your father commented “well she shouldn’t ‘ve been dressed like a slut” he retorted and your father growled, marching up to the man with his fist drawn back.

BANG.

Cain had drawn his pistol from his holster and shot your father square in the stomach, sending him flying back; soiling the dirt with crimson. “DADDY!” You screamed, trying to run out to him but you were picked up by the waist by Jake. “let me go! Let me go, Jake!” you begged “’s too dangerous, sweetheart, let me handle him.” He called Rooster over who took you from Hangman’s grip, holding you back as jake ran head first into the action “Jake! No!” you wailed, kicking and hitting Bradley in an attempt to get him to let you loose. “Bradley please, don’t let ‘im” he kisses your temple “’m sorry pretty, cant hold the both of ya back” he said, trying to soothe you as you watched what was entailing.

“Ah if it aint my killer ‘imself. Got a bastard child yet?” He asked, aiming the pistol at jake and cocking the barrel. You screw your eyes shut and buried your face into Rooster’s neck, who only held you tighter. Maverick ran out of the saloon and straight over to your father, kneeling next to him as he began to apply pressure to the wound. “hey, hey Beau. Y’ stay wi’ me alright?” Your dad looked down at him and nodded, face grey as he struggled to catch his breath. “wheres-“ “she’s safe, she’s with one of Jake’s boys” he reassured and Beau nodded again “good” he looked down at Maverick again “is there ‘n exit wound?” he asked and Maverick shook his head “no, no its in there bud. But you’re gon’ be okay? Y’understand me?” Beau nodded and allowed Maverick to keep pressure.

A man joined Maverick’s side, and Beau’s eyes flickered over to him “Sheriff Simpson, my name is Bob. I work with Hangman” Bob said, pushing his glasses up his face “get, get ‘way from me, kid” he managed to mumble out “im a trained physician, sir. I don’t know why y’don’t get on with hangman, but y’gotta let me help ya, for her sake” he says and Beau quietens down, as Bob takes his silence as his consent to help, ripping open the previously crisp khaki uniform in order to see it better. “talk t’me kid” Beau ordered and Bob looked at him “the good news is, you're bleedin’” Bob says and Maverick looks at him “mean it aint hit and blocked any major arteries” “and the bad?” “well, cant get to it without any tools. Need to plug it till I can get y’somewhere better.” Bob said, a pained look on his face “do it” Bob ripped a piece of the sheriff’s shirt, Beau caught his hand “make sure she doesn’t see me like this, ‘nd make sure she knows I wasn’t in pain”

“don’t talk like that, Beau. You aint dyin’ today” Maverick told him, and gave Bob the go ahead to plug the wound.

Cain placed his finger on the trigger and pulled.

BANG

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mvtricide · 4 years

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@haerleys sent ;; ❝ you don’t scare me. ❞

lips curl in a WRETCHED delight ! expression is wide spread, growing by the minute and you feel the EUPHORIA spread within as you take it all in-- take in the FIGHT that pumps through her veins, that is so clear in the way she holds herself.

( she is not fragile. she is not easily broken. there is STEEL beneath skin and oh, how you long to truly see it. )

there is no denying it-- she has you captivated, drawn in. how long it has been since you’ve felt this, since someone has CAUGHT YOU so wholly.

( mind thinks of bats and the dark-- how for so long, you thought him your only equal. )

yet here she stands-- A MARVEL.

brow raises and you smirk to her as you take a step closer-- sway about your movements. there is a dance to your step as the joy seems to POUR OUT OF YOU into the very air between the two of you. how it vibrates.

“ you know, lotta people have told me that before, harls darlin’. right before they pissed ‘emselves in fear. ” smirk is now WICKED-- painted red lips stretched far beyond the norm. your trademark. “ you wouldn’t be lyin’ to me, woulda ya? ” bring up knife that had been twirling in hand, press the coolness of the blade to the very corner of her mouth. “ say it again. i wanna really believe it. ”

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rosegoldannie · 4 years

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13. Is that my shirt? for Feysand pleaseee ✨

IM SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE 2 MONTHS!!!!! masterlist

I rushed through the store, a whirlwind in the isles, tossing cans of soup and boxes of graham crackers - with cinnamon, of course - into the basket. It was piled high with spaghettiohs, marshmallows, and celery. I could only shake my head when my phone buzzed yet again.

Can you get sunflower seeds and nutella too? I love you

Sighing, I added those items to the basket, and strode up to the checkout line. I shivered in my running shorts and tee, hating the frigid stream of air coming from the eternally broken air conditioner.

I’d just stepped into the lecture hall, when my phone buzzed with a message from Rhys, saying that he wasn’t feeling too well, and was going back to our apartment. By the time I had finished up my Art History final, I had received several more messages from him, the final one saying that he had thrown up in the kitchen, and had a high fever. My gut had plummeted, and I had rushed off to the store to pick up some food for him.

I blinked, and stepped up to the cashier, handing her my small basket of groceries. “How are you?” I asked, grinning up at my favorite cashier, an older lady named Linda.

“Oh, wonderful, dear.” She gushed. “Ed surprised me with a road-trip to see the grandkids last weekend. Can you believe it, Sammy’s nearly as tall as me!”

“No, really? He’s what, thirteen now?”

“Fourteen next month! He’s starting high school soon. But enough about that, how are you, dear?”

“I’m alright,” I sighed, “Rhys has a nasty cold, so I’ll be taking care of him for a few days.”

“Oh, that’s sweet of you, dearie. Tell him I said hi, would you?”

I smiled warmly, taking the bag she offered to me. “Of course.”

The warm rush of air as the doors wooshed open was a welcome relief, until sweat began to bead on my forehead. I swore when I burned my elbow on my seatbelt, which was burning hot in the early summer sun.

I took the backroads home, avoiding the late afternoon city traffic, and pulled into the garage below our building, before quickly scurrying up the stairs and unlocking our door.

Immediately, I was struck by a wall of hot air, the heater on full blast. “Rhys?” I called warily, locking the door behind me, then padding to the kitchen.

“Here,” A shaky voice answered. “I’m dying, Feyre.”

I smirked, dropping the bag onto the counter, and began preparing the soup, and the - disgusting - nutella covered celery sticks with sunflower seeds that I knew he loved, even as I gagged at the sight. “Oh, really?”I grinned.

A muffled reply came from our bedroom. “Mmhmm, I’m dyin-” He cut off, launching into a series of hacking coughs.

My grin faded, and I slipped from the kitchen, padding to our bedroom, where Rhys was sprawled across our bed, gripping an orange piece of fabric. His coughing subsided, and he curled up into the fetal position. “Oh, Rhys...” I murmured, rushing over to him, and pushing his inky hair back from his face. “Sweetheart, you’re burning up,”

his forehead was drenched in sweat, his hair damp, his normally tanned skin pale and flushed. “I know I’m hot.” He rasped, clutching my hand. “And you love it.”

Ignoring his comment, I scanned him, eyes lingering on his sweat-drenched button down and slacks. My heart gave a sharp twinge. “Are you cold?”

“Yeah, but I’m sweating like hell.”

Slowly, I reached for his tie, undoing it gently, and letting it fall to the floor. my fingers drifted down to his silk button down, and I began to deftly undo the buttons, then slid the shirt down his arms. I had just unbuckled his belt, when Rhys began giggling like a small child. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.” He said.

Slapping him lightly on the arm, I helped him out of his shoes and pants, leaving him in just a sleeveless undershirt and boxers, then led him to the bathroom, where I filled the tub with warm water. I then helped him out of the rest of his clothes, and balanced him as he stepped into the tub.

Once he was settled, I slipped out to take his clothes to the laundry hamper. I paused, my eyes snagging on that piece of orange fabric, still on the bed. My eyes welled with tears, and I quickly rushed back to our bathroom, where Rhys was still in the exact position in which I had left him. “Is this my shirt?” I whispered, not trusting my voice.

Those violet eyes slowly opened, as he rolled his head to face me. “Yeah, sorry for getting it all sweaty.” He rasped, looking slightly sheepish. “I missed you, and it smelled like you. I mean, I knew you’d be back in an hour, but I missed you.”

Silently, I swiped a tear from my cheek, kneeling down to press a kiss to his lips.

Rhys jerked back, though, and shook his head. “N-no. I don’t want to get you sick.”

I shook my head, but reached for the shampoo, pouring a generous amount onto his hair, and gently massaging it in. He let out a low purr, sliding farther down into the steaming water. “You’re no better than a lazy house cat.” I teased, running my hands through his sudsy hair.

“You’ve been saying that for almost two years, darling.”

I hummed, beginning to rinse out the soap. Once that was done, I soaped up a cloth, and began gently scrubbing him, and rinsing the suds off as I went. Once I finished with that, I helped him up out of the tub, and wrapped him in the warmest, fluffiest bathrobe I could find.

Then, I changed out the sweat soaked bedsheets for clean ones, and helped him get comfortable, burying him up to his neck in warm blankets to stop his shivering.

An hour later, I brought in a tray of steaming hot soup, grilled cheese sandwiches, nutella and sunflower seeds covered celery, and tea, only to find him sound asleep, now holding onto another one of my shirts, a peaceful smile on his tired face.

Unable to help it, I set the tray on our bedside table, and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, damning to consequences. Then, I slipped in next to him, and stroked his hair until sleep claimed me, too.

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joestrummen · 7 years

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Watching X-Men

It feels narcissistic to post liveblogs a lot of the time I watch stuff, but then even when I had no friends I used to write these things in me diary. I was a sad kid...

Did I learn about evolution from X-Men I stg

Damn this labour camp scene used to fuck me up (I remember it like I used to watch it over and over)

If the presentation of powers is brought on by traumatic events what the fuck happened to Rogue (was kissing that guy the first time it happened?) (Jean said it was heightened emotion, maybe she was just turned on...)

y i k e s I forgot about mutant registration

You think Patrick Stewart hasn't aged and then you see him from ten years ago and damn he had dark eyebrows and smooth skin

Did Charles just look in Magneto's brain? I thought he agreed not to do that?

YEA

BRING ME THE CAGE FIIIIGHTINNNN

MNMNMNMNMN

Oh my God Rogue is so thirsty X'D

I just realised my ultimate dream in life is to impress Wolverine in a cage fight

[head in hands] they put in clanking sound effects when wolverine hit the other guy why did the year 2000 have to happen to good films

if han solo is a butch icon can logan be one too i stg these bootcut jeans, the big brown cowboy leather belt, the ... whatever the fuck his hair is im wilding

im literally losing my shit every time he's on screen im fucking dying he's in that leather jacket that cigar end me END ME

two queers clocking each other in a shitty dive bar YES

wolverine's life as a metaphor for the cycle of poverty that being queer traps you in

(and one thing that mutants and queers have that jewish people don't is ostracision for their family, which can have impacts for isolation and poverty) (correct me if i'm wrong)

wolverine dresses like a dyke im losing my shit

can someone explain to me what is the fuck wolverine's hair

omfg he's such a grumpy goofball

I always loved Rogue's magicka coat

She is fucking wild omfg u chase that man omfg

being like fuck off im not helping, driving away 50m, and then being compelled to stop is Everything I Look For In A Character (am i being like a reylo like if he hadnt she would have straight up died idk)

and now he's feeding her killlll me

I’m getting kinda philosophical about how I so instinctively loved the tropes in this film and they are STILL sending me wild like what in fresh biological determinism is this

i cant deal wiht every single got damn second between wolv and rogue every inch of me is ascending to a higher plane of id

this film is made of literally every non-sexual kink ive ever had i cant deal with this not at all

uggggghghghghghghgh he was being all uncaring but he fed her and turned on the heater even though she didnt complain about the cold and when she flinched when he nearly touched her he reassured her and now he just told her his name im fuckin dyin larry

wow waking up in that hospital must not have been a fun flashback like experience for wolverine he must fucking hate hospitals

HOly Shit Charles speaking directly into his head while he's that freaked the fuck out is NOt Helping the situation

uggggghhhh oh my god Charles 6000% sees Logan like a son end my entire body I don't neeeed this Wolv and Rogue is bad enough fuuuck

also lol @ Charles holding a supervision what a Cambs boy

oh my god baby logan is only 15 years old

and i stg if charles promised not to look in people's heads because he is all up in logan's business

oh shit add amnesia to the list

wolverine is so protective of rogue enddd me

BOBBY HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO PERFECT MAKING AN ICE ROSE LIKE WHAT A PLAYA HE IS RIGHT IN THERE

'when i was 17 i met a young man named erik lensherr. he too had an unusual power' this is literally a description of meeting the first other gay man in your life (and/or falling for them)

im still unsure about magneto as a radical activist (is that the word)

lol can i blame this on the troubles again. i cant find anyone who's activism incites and escalates violence to be a good or productive thing.

I love that Jean Grey is the kind of woman that Logan is into

WHO wrROTE the flirting in this film they are all creeps omfg

If Logan is in a different timeline then I could correct his behaviour to be actually like a radical activist, though that would take some research

Wtf Charles theyre talking about a register it would be exactly like getting a number tattooed on your forearm

McKellen is reeeally giving me a Ben Whishaw vibe

If Magneto is a good guy why didn't he just recruit her instead of kidnapping and planning to kill her. Wouldn't it be much more fascinating if he had recruited her. Maybe in the fix it timeline he did.

'If you were really so righteous, it'd be you in that thing.' too right wolv

awwwww wolverine you lil self sacrificing fluff ball

So in the fix it verse I'll have Wolverine blame Magneto for Rogue's death or something and Magneto will be like she came by choice and wolv will be like she was fifteen

#watching xmen #liveblog

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