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Bringing Him Back

Series: Wynonna Earp

Disclaimer: Plot and pairing are mine and the rest is borrowed in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made.

Pairing: Bobo Del Rey x GN!Reader

Rating: PG

Constance Clootie is a thorn in your side considering how awful she is to the Revenant you care about. Dealing with the aftermath of meetings between them is hard...especially on your heart...

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Bringing Him Back

You know she's either been there or he's had a meeting by the mood presented. Blue eyes more gray than blue are nearly glacial they're filled with such a cold hate and the tension has muscles bunched including the jaw you tended to enjoy running your fingers and lips along despite or because of the stubble there.

Constance Clootie was a damn bane to everyone and a thorn in your side but you knew better than to suggest that this wasn't going to do him any favors to continue working with her. It would not end well and after fifteen years of him toiling for her, you knew he had to see this through despite the fact you were sure he knew she was jerking him in circles.

Pushing that away, you nevertheless approach the storm you knew was about to break calling in all the courage you posses and all the ways you felt for this particular Revenant. And like all the times before, you give a silent plea that he knows the difference between you and the bitch who had no doubt done something terrible to him. Slowly, so slowly you reach up hoping that he'll let you touch him and not either withdraw or snap his teeth and perhaps sink it into skin.

You see the moment he is almost considering both and let your hand still in the air waiting, watching. Sometimes it was just best to let him decide the next step as this was a dance harder to choreograph because of the curse, because hell did awful things, and people were still doing awful things to him still.

It seems to take forever but you're sure it's only a few minutes before he makes his choice, before he takes that step forward and rests his jaw against your hand, eyes meeting yours still stormy and tumultuous but the beginning of something else is there as well. Despite how much you are feeling, you still manage a smile as you gently stroke the stubble-covered skin. “Hey,” you murmur softly, “I missed you today.” You refrain from naming him because you know he's raw still and anything connecting him to the past (to Constance would not be okay right now). It hurts because you earned the right to call him Robert and knew she had not but now was not the time to push his already teetering emotions.

“Had business to attend to,” comes the gruff answer even as he slowly leans into the touch.

“I know,” you murmur, “but I'm still allowed to miss you aren't I?”

“I suppose,” comes the slow agreement.

You let your fingers trail from his jaw to his ear over the shaved part of his skin trying to gauge how much is too much and where he'll draw the line. However, as you watch, his eyes slowly close and he rests himself fully against your hand telling you that little-by-little you were reclaiming him for yourself. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am?” you ask looking for something simple to talk about, something to remind him that you were his and his alone. That no one else had your loyalty. “I suppose you know that by now, how could you not? You chose not to let me get...eaten by coyotes.”

“Tch, woulda been cruel to allow them that bit of indigestion,” comes the quiet remark but the fact that he was teasing was promising despite the rough, low tone. You continue gently drawing your hands along him steadying him in the only way you seemed to have at the moment. Soon, he withdraws his eyes slowly meeting yours before he leans and rests his forehead against yours. “Mine.” “Yours,” comes your easy agreement, “Always.” “‘S Robert,” comes the almost petulant tone that makes you chuckle softly. “Always yours, Robert,” you correct smiling softly. The soft hum in response eases your heart. You still want that bitch dead but...at least you had Robert back to you.

#Bobo Del Rey x GN!Reader #Reader Inserts #Wearp Reader Inserts #Bobo Del Rey

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takadasaiko · 7 years

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Fallen Series: Trust, Need, or Wyatt’s Own Ghost

FFN II AO3

Summary: Future fic. The last thing they can afford is for Bulshar to get his hands on Peacemaker.

Trust, Need, or Wyatt's Own Ghost

It had gone from bad to worse faster than they could blink. Fighting - and winning - against Bulshar was not a task to be taken on lightly. It took determination and planning. Not just one plan, but contingency after contingency to make sure they were ready for anything. Not that even that worked sometimes. Not when Wynonna Earp was at the center of it all. The woman was a living, breathing chaos magnet and, if he didn't know better, more stubborn than her great great granddaddy.

Right then it didn't matter. Not who was to blame or who should have listened to whom. It didn't matter what the plan might have been. It was all blown to shit anyway. They just needed to focus on getting out alive and preferably in one piece, which was looking less and less likely.

Bobo had gathered some of the Revenants to him, relying on old loyalties and fears instilled over the last nearly ninety years. It hadn't been enough to counter Bulshar's call for all of them, though, and those that had called him master had been given more power in exchange for losing even more of themselves than they already had. They were all bloodlust and madness, and while that made it easier to out maneuver in the long run, facing them head on was like facing a rabid beast.

If it had just been him it would have been one thing. He'd heal. Hell, if it had just been he and Wynonna he thought it would have been easy enough, but Waverly and Jeremy had been with them. Waverly was a deadly aim with a shotgun, but it only put them down so long and Junior over there was still getting tossed back on his ass every time he got a shot off.

Bobo loosed a dangerous snarl as he yanked one of the red-eyed Revenants back before he jumped the downed scientist. There was a brief flash of fear that made it through Bulshar's control as the Revenant leader slammed him hard into the ground, picking up a boulder with his powers and dropping it on the howling demon. "Stay."

"He was, uh… Thanks," Jeremy managed and Bobo shot him a half irritated look, ready to grumble at him - he couldn't have the kid think he was going soft in him, after all - when he heard Waverly shout her sister's name, drawing his attention away.

If things had already gone from bad to worse to shit, this was whatever followed that. Fear wasn't something Bobo was accustomed to very often anymore. When you couldn't be killed, there wasn't much that scared you, but seeing the Heir laid out, a hard blow taking her from her feet and Peacemaker lying closer to Clootie than Wynonna was certainly cause for concern.

Everyone had frozen where they were, terror sweeping through the little field they stood in, almost tangible from Waverly and Jeremy, and Bobo briefly wondered if his own fear was that evident. It didn't matter. All that mattered was keeping Wyatt's gun out of Clootie's hand.

He reached out and pulled. He'd called the gun to him before. It took considerably more effort than moving anything else of that size usually did. It was Peacemaker. Wyatt's gun that had killed him and the only thing that could send him to hell. He had held it more than any other Revenant, he would wager, and certainly longer before it decided to burn him. Now, though, he just needed to keep it away from their enemy.

Metal and wood flew through the air, fitting into his hand and Bulshar turned burning eyes on him. For half a moment the whole world slowed to a stop. Clootie and Robert stared at each other, Wyatt's gun between them, and Bulshar's lips twisted into a terrible, snarling smile as he lunged towards him.

It had been a long time since Bobo had had much use for guns and this one was more useless than others to him, but the impulse to protect oneself overrides conscious, logical thought at times. He leveled it, his mind recalling every lesson Wyatt had ever given him with that very gun. In that moment he could almost feel his old friend's hand moving to reposition his grip, his patient voice instructing him how to take the shot.

He hadn't expected anything when his finger squeezing the trigger. Just the click of it jamming on him. Maybe even the gun burning him. It was a fickle thing, after all, and Bobo Del Rey had not only dared to hold the Heir's gun, but to take the shot. The fact that it fired, the bullet riding out through the long barrel, the kick startling him enough to have to adjust his stance so he could remain on his feet, surprised both him and the creature rushing him.

Robert Svane had never been a great shot in his day, and the years hadn't made him any better. It clipped Clootie, but the fact that it had fired at all was enough to silence everyone in its wake. Bobo stood there for a long moment, still staring down the barrel of the gun aimed at his enemy, and Bulshar snarled at him as the Revenants that had been attacking the Earps, Jeremy, and Bobo started to ease back and away from them. "This isn't over, Robert."

"Didn't think it was," he answered, his voice much steadier than he would have anticipated.

Bulshar's Revenants started their retreat in earnest, turning and fleeing the scene. They knew what was supposed to happen when he touched it and had seen what had happened. Let them be terrified. Maybe they'd think twice before attacking them out of nowhere like they had. He finally let his arm drop, loosing a shaky breath as the last of them slipped away.

"Holy shit!" Wynonna half-yelped from her place back on her feet. "Did you just…? Holy shit."

Bobo flipped the gun around to hand it to her hand-first lest the thing start burning him.

The Heir took it, eyeing it suspiciously before turning her gaze on the Revenant. "How did you do that?"

He shrugged noncommittally.

"You shouldn't even be able to hold it, right?" Jeremy asked, excitement causing the words to tumble out a little faster than usual. Oh great. He had a new little mystery to solve. Bobo wasn't sure how he felt about being the center of it. There was plenty that most of them didn't know about him and he had no interest putting everything on the table. He snarled irritably as Jeremy tried to check the palm of his hand for signs of a burn. Even if he'd gotten ahold of him, he wouldn't have found any wounds there. The pistol hadn't even sizzled.

"It must have something to do with your connection to Wyatt," Waverly mused and Bobo shot her a look.

"You know, I've never heard that whole story. What-?"

He didn't let Jeremy finish as a deep growl escaped him and he turned to start back towards town, hearing the scientist's protests behind him. He kept his gaze fixed ahead even as Waverly jogged to catch up to his long stride. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Woulda been better if it had been a shot that did something," he groused. Neither he nor Clootie had been expecting the shot to work and that was the only reason that the more powerful demon hadn't deflected it. If his aim had been better, maybe all of this would have been done and over with that afternoon.

Waverly's expression was still impressed. "You shot Peacemaker. I'd say that's something." He grunted a response and she nudged him hard in the side. "Maybe Wyatt hasn't really abandoned you after all?"

His step faltered just a little and he loosed the frustrated breath through his nose so he wouldn't snap at her that Wyatt Earp had had nothing to do with what happened that day. He'd been dead and in the ground for nearly a century, and if she thought some fluke in the curse… Blue eyes closed and he forced the admittedly irrational anger down. It wasn't Waverly's fault, and she had just decided to give trusting him a chance. The last thing he wanted to do was let his temper get in the way and spook her.

She had always been an intuitive girl though. "Or maybe you've just got the trust of the current Earps," she said slyly.

Bobo opened his mouth and then closed it, his teeth clicking together and a low chuckle finally escaping. "Maybe so."

She beamed at him and motioned back to where her sister was looking at Peacemaker like she wasn't sure it was the real thing or not. "If nothing else, you've really freaked Wynonna out."

His lips twitched upward. He did enjoy riling the Heir whenever time permitted. They watched her as she grumbled about how just anyone must be able to shoot her gun if Bobo was able to now, and Jeremy was rattling off possible explanations from what he knew about the curse and precedent that he'd seen in other curses that Black Badge had run across over the years. Waverly choked back a giggle that earned a glare of irritation from her sister and a playful wink from Bobo once Wynonna had gone back to her grumbling.

For the near disaster they'd faced, somehow the aftermath was more peaceful than he could have imagined. It had been odd, and once the Earp sisters let it drop it would change nothing for them, but for the Revenants that had chosen to side with Bulshar it would remind them why they should be afraid of their former boss. He was different than them. He always had been, even if they didn't know why. If the shot had gone off because of trust or need or Wyatt's own ghost, Bobo couldn't be sure, but it had, and even if he could never replicate the action, they'd remember it, and that fear and uncertainty wouldn't do Clootie any favours.

Notes: I've been very amused with the idea of Bobo accidentally shooting Peacemaker recently, so I finally worked it out into a story. Peacemaker seems to be able to choose to a degree. It allowed Wynonna to shoot it at 12, even though it should have jammed. It seemed to have trouble deciding between Wynonna and Willa when they were both of age and Willa came back, and it also allowed Waverly to shoot it to protect Wynonna. I love the idea that either Wyatt's faith in him or maybe even Wynonna's would allow him to take the shot in a desperate moment. That Wyatt saw Robert as family when they were both alive and human.

#Wynonna Earp #Wynonna Earp fanfiction #Fallen Series #Bobo Del Rey #Waverly Earp #Jeremy Chetri

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takadasaiko · 7 years

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The Fallen Series: What is Real and What Ain’t

FFN II AO3

Series Summary: One-shots following Robert Svane through his journey to becoming the Revenant Bobo Del Rey. Not written in chronological order. Pre-canon through current events in SyFy's Wynonna Earp.

One Shot Summary: Future fic. After Bobo joins the fight against Clootie a spell is cast over Purgatory that forces a person to face their worst fears.

What is Real and What Ain't

The spell had washed over them, leaving a chill in the air that anyone inclined couldn't ignore. It crept in and around and over, the Earp Curse leaving the area open for it. If it was Bulshar himself that had cast it or he'd found another witch or demon to do his bidding, they wouldn't know until they got to the bottom of it, but from what they'd seen so far, Bobo had a pretty good idea what the spell was, even if not who was directly responsible.

The town was silent, like everyone had gone to hide in their own homes. Good. Let them stay there. It would keep them out of the way. They all knew how Purgatory reacted when terrified, and that seemed to be exactly what this curse did: creep into a person's mind, find what terrified them the most, and bring it forward. The Earps sisters' pet scientist was still in shock from what he had seen. What they'd all seen. That was the worst part of the visions: your deepest fear was played out for anyone around to see it too, putting everything out on the table and laid bare. That was enough to make Bobo want to end this as soon as possible. Long before the spell got to him and put everything he was afraid of on display. There was certainly a list to choose from.

"Whole town's shut in," Doc Holliday announced what they had already suspected. "Not a soul to be seen."

Jeremy cleared his threat, visibly trying to bring himself back around. "So, uh, how do we break this?"

"We find the asshole that cast it and I shoot him in the face," Wynonna said as she twirled Peacemaker. Her eyes shifted over to Bobo. "Any of your people have this kind of ability?"

"No," he answered tightly. Had the air gotten chillier? It felt like it had. That might mean that the person responsible for the spell was closer. A few fears had crept to the surface of his mind, ones that he didn't want to see played out. Waverly dead. Himself back under Bulshar's control. Staring down the barrel of Peacemaker at the end of this, even after he'd chosen to help them….

"Robert."

His name sliced through the still air and drew his attention. He knew that voice. It had been so many years, but he would never forget it. He couldn't. Blue eyes caught sight of the source of the vocalization and another chill swept through him. Not this. He hadn't even been willing to entertain this one.

"Bobo?" Wynonna called his name out, but he couldn't look away. "Who is that?"

"Wyatt," Holliday breathed. It would have been nice it it had been his fear, but Bobo knew it wasn't. It hadn't been the gunslinger's name he'd called.

A hush fell over them as Wyatt Earp approached, looking just like he had the last time Bobo had seen him. His eyes were fixed on the Revenant leader like they were the only two on the street and he couldn't break away. This wasn't real. Wyatt was dead and in the ground. This wasn't real.

Wyatt's gaze swept him up and down, taking in the changes in the man he'd once called friend. Bobo knew them all well enough, and even he knew that it was more than the style of clothing and hair. It was a change in his very being, and Wyatt could see that. He could tell in the way his eyes narrowed, creases appearing at the corners there and between his brows. The silence from him was painful as he studied Bobo, and somehow the Revenant could felt like he was looking straight into whatever tattered pieces remained of his soul. "Wyatt," he managed, the name breaking as it left his lips. He wasn't real. He had to remember that. This wasn't really him, but damn did it look like him. Sound like him.

"Robert, why? Why would you become this?"

"Bobo," Wynonna called from behind him, but her steps were halted.

"He's gotta face it on his own, Darlin'. We all do."

Bobo straightened, pushing back the hurt that Wyatt's expression stirred. "You know damn well why," he growled, his vision tinting red as he felt the hurt bend to anger. "Real or not, you don't get to pass judgement on me, Wyatt. Not when you've been dead and in the ground nearly ninety years and I've been stuck here."

"And what have you done with it, Robert?"

Real or not, it didn't matter. This felt real. He had thought about what he would say to Wyatt if he could have had the chance. Sometimes he imagined his old friend appearing, as broken as Bobo felt, and an apology on his lips as he pulled him in, embracing him and begging forgiveness for all the hell Robert had been through. For him. All for him. Sometimes Bobo forgave him, but on his darker nights as his imagination played the scenario through, he made Wyatt hurt just a little longer. Bobo had. He'd suffered through it all. Now, as he saw that stony expression on the other man's face, that same anger boiled. "Fought the damned war you started," he snarled, straightening a little and stepping forward, motioning as he spoke. "I took the bullet to take Clootie down. I rallied to make sure he stayed in the ground while you rode off. I fought your war, Wyatt."

Wyatt didn't shrink back. He didn't apologize. There was no sympathy in his eyes or in his tone. "And who are you fighting for now, Robert? Leading the very devils I had to put down, standing by as my son and his son and his were murdered. You think you saved Willa? You damned her as surely as you are."

The words cut and Bobo felt himself falter, a sharp breath escaping him and his jaw snapped closed, teeth clicking together. "I did the best I could," he forced out, feeling the anger being overpowered by a need for Wyatt to understand. He'd fought for him. He'd died for him, and when he'd woken up to find himself cursed and amongst his enemies he had dug in and beat back the urge the curse forced on him. He had done what he had to to rise up and keep things as under control as much as possible, making sure that the Revenants didn't run wild and run Purgatory completely into the ground. He'd remained as loyal as he knew how. And Willa…. nothing hurt more than what had happened to Willa. "I did the best I could with what I was given. You weren't here. I'm only one man," he snarled, his voice more desperate than he cared to admit.

"Not even that. You're a demon. You're everything we were fighting against." Wyatt shook his head, disgust written across his features as he turned. "You just weren't cut out for this. Not strong enough. Doc woulda been."

Bobo felt like he'd been dealt a physical blow. "Wyatt." The name escaped him, pained at the expression his old friend had worn and he reached out, trying to grab at the other man's wrist. Real or not didn't matter anymore. The pain was real, and that was enough.

He didn't stop though and Bobo stumbled forward. He was leaving. He was leaving him all over again. "Wyatt!"

A hand clamped down on his shoulder, stopping the forward motion. "It ain't him."

Bobo turned, finding Holliday of all people standing there and he snarled lowly at the man he hated. It didn't phase him, though. Instead he was looking at him with…. understanding? It was a strange expression for John Henry to cast in his direction and Bobo looked away, watching Wyatt's retreating from. "I can still reach him," he mumbled, half to Doc and half to himself. "I can make him see-"

"That ain't Wyatt," Holliday repeated. "This thing… it wants to lead us away. You follow it, and you're done."

"How would you know?" he growled.

"Because I saw him too. When I was looking 'round town. I saw him and he told me he wished I'd stayed in that well. That ain't Wyatt."

Bobo blinked hard, realizing only then that angry tears were starting to cloud his vision. He heard what the other man was saying. He even understood it on a level, but so much of him just needed to make Wyatt see. "I just need him to-"

"He can't. He's gone. He's been gone and we're here. We gotta live with that."

It wasn't comforting. Holliday likely didn't mean for it to be, but it shook him fully back to reality. He looked back to see only an empty street where he had thought he'd seen Wyatt just moments before.

Bobo closed his eyes for a moment, pulling in a steadying breath, and when he opened them again he found several sets of eyes on him including Waverly Earp watching him and she tried for a reassuring smile. His gaze swept over to her sister who squared her shoulders, her chin tilted up. "You with us?" she asked, Peacemaker in her hand, and in that moment she'd never looked more like Wyatt. The real Wyatt, not the one that lingered in Bobo's darkest fears.

"Yeah," he huffed out and she nodded, turning on her heel to continue her march towards the source of the spell, the others falling into step. Wyatt might have left them to clean up the mess, but if he were to place his bet, Bobo was more certain every day that Wynonna would be the one to finish what her great great granddaddy started.

Notes: I've been wanting to write on something that took a look at Bobo's thoughts about Wyatt for a while now, and a conversation brought this around. Brownie points if you can name the quote the one-shot's named after ;)

As always, I'd love to know what you think!

#Wynonna Earp #WE Fanfiction #Fallen Series #Bobo Del Rey #Wyatt Earp #Doc Holliday

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