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prettieparker86 · 7 years

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All For You

Part 2 Here & Part 3 Here & Part 4 & Part 5 Here

Pairing: William “Cap” Hatfield x Reader

Warning: Mentions of death and murder

Gifs: Not mine. The beautiful Cap shooting gif is by @cirunia (Still can’t figure out to tag people proper apparently) if it’s yours let me know and I’ll gladly give credit.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I really tried to make it good since it’s my first Cap Hatfield story. The vote settled it, but I will be posting the Lyla version on another site and I’ll post the link here for anyone interested. I’m planning four parts for this. They all center around a single conversation with flashbacks to add depth and context. Also in doing research, Johnse also sometimes went by Jonce too. So I used both. The timeline follows the show. Let me know if you like it or if it’s shit. Honesty is brutal, but truthful.

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The room is deathly silent. The air so thick you could cut it with a knife. The crackling of the fire the only sound to be heard as your heart pounds so hard you can hear it pumping in your ears.

Your eyes are hinged upon your uncle Anse as his bore into you with such stern fever you feel your body heating up under the burn of his glare. You know your uncle is loyal to his kin, but being on the wrong side of his temper has got you spooked.

His pipe is clenched between his teeth before he tugs it out once more. The gravel of his voice filling the room with dread. “Now I’m only gonna ask you one more time, who gotcha in ‘ta this predicament?”

You never wanted to bring such trouble upon your family. You already felt burden enough on your uncle and aunt, taking you and your brother in after your Pap been murdered. But this… This was too much to ask of anyone.

Gone and shamed yourself and your family in the worst way a lady can. That’s why you’d hid it as long as you could. With McCoy’s out for vengeance, bounty hunters and the law after your family, timing never seemed right to add another pillar onto the fire. That’s why it took your aunt putting the pieces together and confronting you before the awful truth came to light.

You swallowed hard against the choking lump in your throat. Your breath quivering with fear as it slips past your lips.

Your eyes shot to your aunt Levicy, a pleading in your gaze you couldn’t suspend, but her gaze was as steady as Anse, with no sympathy to be found.

Your aunt Levicy was a kind woman. Always been really good to you, raising you like her own after your mama died, but she was a strong woman too and you’d just brought a world a hurt on her home.

Your lips felt parched as you ran your tongue across them. Praying you could make your tongue do something more when you tried to speak.

You open your mouth to deliver your death sentence and own up to what you done, but before you can speak someone beats you to the punch.

“I did,” An all to distinctive gritty drawl answers behind you. A voice you’d know anywhere.

Spinning around, your skirt twirling as you go, your eyes land on Will, Cap as everyone else likes to call him. You’re not sure when he came in the door or how long he’s been standing there, but he’d clearly heard enough.

You wanna ask him what the hell he’s doing, but he never meets your eyes, holding steady on his Pa’s.

“Ya did what?” Anse sternly questions, both shock and rage waging war for dominance on his face as his attention turns to Will.

“Now hows it I raised two sons that can be so god damn dumb! Didn’ have ‘nough trouble already with yer brother, had to go make yer own mess!” You hear your uncle Anse hollering, his voice bellowing through the homestead, feet stomping against the floorboards as you spin back around to see him storming over toward Will.

“Now I told ya to stay away offa her when she came into this house!” Anse hollers, bringing up a conversation between father and son you weren’t privy to, but only made matters worse for Will.

You barely have time to follow his stride before he’s on Will, fist swinging. Blinded by his rage, Will went down without a fight. Didn’t even try to defend himself, taking it like he had it coming, accepting his Pa’s punishment.

You can’t watch him take this punishment for you. You can’t bare it. So, you charge into the mess. Trying to reach Will.

“Please uncle Anse, Please!” You desperately beg.

Likely get yourself pummeled too if Johnse hadn’t stepped in, trying to pull his Pa back. You hadn’t even realized Jonce was there either until he intervened.

You reach for Will as you crouch against the floor, trying to get between the two men and cover yourself over him, but Will still manages to hold you back at arm’s length, trying to protect you too.

Johnse manages to keep some of the blows back, before Levicy steps in. Always a fierce mama, she gets Anse to backdown from his rage.

Everyone’s huffing, tensions high as the fight breaks apart. You and Johnse help Will back to his feet, before he shakes off the hold you and Johnse got on him. Your heart breaking with the sight of his bleeding lip and busted cheek.

“Y’all go outside now. Let me ‘in yer Pa have a word.” Levicy speaks, no question in her tone.

You all move to the porch out front, the door barely shuts before your feet all come to a slow and steady stop. Pulling your coat around you against the frigid air, you feel Johnse’s eyes on you first, sharp against the fading sunlight dipping down on the mountain peaks.

You don’t know what he’s thinkin and you’re afraid to find out. His gaze is penetrating as it sweeps between you and Will.

You meet his gaze, but only briefly before turning your eyes to Will and the look pulsing through Will as he stares down his brother is enough to chill the blood in the any man’s veins.

Without a word, Johnse turns and trots down the porch steps and away from the house. You know your heart should feel heavy that he’s running scared, but you’ve never been so relieved to see Johnse’s go.

As soon as Johnse was outta ear shot, you turn to Will.

“Why ‘re you doin this?” You asked plainly, keeping your voice purposefully low as you search his face for answers in the dimming light.

Will looks down at you suddenly, finally meeting your eyes, and all you see is stubborn and steel staring back at you.

“S’ones gotta.” He answers curtly, before moving swiftly across the porch, his boots heavy against the old boards.

Five Months Ealier

Election Day 1882

Blackberry Creek was bustling with life. It was election day and people from all around these parts had come out for the festivities. It was summer time in the south; the days were long and warm, and the air was thick and sticky.

Rhythmic stomping feet and the twangy tune of the fiddle filled the forest with life. Couples danced around the makeshift floor without a care in the world. Sporadic gun fire broke through the fiddle’s sweet melody as men drank and carried on over a lively shooting contest at the edge of the festivities. While bootleggers sold their whiskey from the barrel off rickety carts, Johnse manning his own brew from his still up in the hills.

The clearing bustled with life as merchants and peddlers sold their goods from booths and stands. People laughed and mingled without a care in the world, and for a short while you’d never know two feuding families were enjoying themselves side by side.

You love election day, for you it’s a chance to get away from doing chores and have a little fun for a change.

The sun feels hot on your shoulders and head, the air thick and dewy on your skin. Your hair soaks up the sun. With curves in all the right places, you’ve noticed the way men’s eyes like to linger, but in a family of roughneck men where girls are far more of a rarity, a man would have to damn near pass through an army just to get near you. And with the circumstances surrounding your birth, no suitable man has really tried.

You watch from the sidelines as your brother Cotton Top carries on with the younger Hatfield children.

He may be your older brother by fourteen months, but it’s your job to watch over him. He requires extra attention and since your Ma passed, that’s always fallen on you and your Pa. Not that you mind it, Cotton Top is the sweetest boy you know. You can’t imagine your life without him.

“Pretty ribbon you got in yer hair.” A voice spoke up suddenly from beside her.

You turn to find none other than Calvin McCoy standing there, Randal McCoy’s son, having crept up unannounced. You offer him a subtle nod and turn back to watch your brother and the younger Hatfield children scurry amongst the grass and dirt.

“Thanks, my Pa got it for me.” You answer plainly, being polite.

“I’m Calvin McCoy,” He says, introducing himself while trying to keep your attention.

“I know who you are.” You answer back, returning your gaze to him only briefly.

“Ah, I see.” He drawls out. “Take it ya hate McCoy’s like the resta yer kin.” He questions rhetorically, a crooked grin creepy up on the corner of his lips.

You catch the glint in his blue eyes as you turn back to him.

“I try not to hate ‘nyone.” You answer honestly, fighting back the grin that’s working its way on her face. For a Mccoy he wasn’t bad looking, with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes.

“You got a pretty smile too.” His says, grin spreading wide as his eyes light up under your attention.

Your face drops as you realize he’s flirting with you. Shaking you head, you dismiss the notion as your cheeks start to burn. Was it his compliment or the sun? New to this game for two, you don’t have much experience with boys outside your kin.

“What’s goin’ on over here?” A rough voice picks up suddenly behind you.

Turning toward your other shoulder, you find Will coming at you. His gaze reaching over your head, driving nails into the young man beside you.

You can tell your cousin isn’t pleased to see you conversing with a McCoy. As Devil Anse son and Jim Vance nephew, hating McCoys has been instilled in him since he was just a boy. While your Pap had always been more reasonable about these matters and tried to raise you and your brother up the same.

Placing your hand on his arm, you try to ease the rapidly mounting tension.

“We was just talkin’.” You explains as if it were that simple.

“Ya heard the lady, we was just talkin.” Calvin throws back, with a boldness on his breath and a challenge in his eyes you know damn well is a recipe for disaster.

“Shut up McCoy, think it’s best you go on back to yer own kin.” Will snaps out, still never looking your way as he holds his ground in a standoff against Calvin McCoy.

“An’ if I don’?” Calvin throws back as he squares his shoulders, refusing to back down to Will or any Hatfield.

You can see the fuse has been lit in Will’s eye. As your favorite cousin, you’ve been watching him your whole life. You know what makes Will tick and you know if this turns anymore sour it’s going to be more than just words that gets thrown around. You don’t want that, certainty because of you.

Removing the remaining distance between yourself and Will, your hands find his chest as you plead with Will to be sensible, be the bigger man. Hoping his soft spot for you will win him over. “He’s not worth it, Will. Please.”

Finally, Will looks down at you, your touch breaking through the stubborn steel of his anger. “Please, let’s just go.” You try to reason with him, your eyes calling for him.

Before he can make up this mind, another voice steps in overshadowing the rest. “Calvin! What ‘re doin’ with Hatfields? Git over here.”

You look over your shoulder to see Calvin’s cheeks turning red with a twinge of embarrassment, he’d been caught red handed. Despite his resistance to backing down, the young man could see he no longer had a choice in the matter as he tilted his hat to you.

“Real nice talkin’ to ya,” He said before hightailing it back over to his brother, a McCoy you recognized as Tolbert. The curly red hair and scowl on his face giving him away every time.

“N’ stay the hell away from her!” You tense against the grit in Will’s voice as he leaves Calvin with a parting message.

As Calvin disappears, you feel Will take ahold of your elbow and start leading you across the grass.

“I’m s’pose to be watchin the kids.” You say.

“Robert E. can.” Will spits curtly back.

You know he wants to have a word with you as you move away from Calvin, realizing you aren’t the only one getting a lecture as you hear Tolbert’s crass words in the distance. “What ‘re you doin’ with that Hatfield bastard?”

You cringe a little with a name you’ve heard all too many times, but never quite get used to.

Glancing up at Will, you’re only relieved he didn’t hear it or this fire would have sparked back to life ten times the blaze it was moments ago.

As protective as Will is of you, no amount of sweet talking would have deterred him before he knocked some sense into Tolbert.

Will’s grip on your elbow is firm as he leads you away from the McCoy’s, out toward to the edge of the tents and booths where less people linger and there’s more room to talk.

Digging your heels into the soft earth below, you force him to stop when you feel you’ve gone far enough and tug your arm free.

“Will, we was just talkin.” You tell him. Trying to make him understand, make him see he’s making something out of nothing.

Will turns back to you, same fire still burning in his blue eye as his gaze shot out over to where the McCoy’s were then back to you.

“Yeah well, I don’ like the way he was lookin at you.” He grinds out through a tight jaw, letting out a deep huff before leaving the grounds and moving out toward the brush and trees. His feet heavy with spite.

Clutching your long skirt, you take off after him, your feet moving quick to keep up with his pace and long stride.

You hate seeing Will mad. Hate feeling like you stirred up a hornet’s nest for reasons you’re not sure you fully understand. If you didn’t know better, you’d think Will was jealous, because ever since he started looking at you differently, you’re not always sure what’s going on in his head.

“And how was he lookin at me?” You question him.

You know Will’s protective, but you’d never seen him look like that before. Then again he’d never really seen you talking to another boy who wasn’t kin before.

You’re not a fool, you’ve noticed the way Will looks at you sometimes. With that intense gaze of his that can make you feel like you were sitting over a fire pit. Your kin noticed it too, you catch them teasing him about it from time to time, but Will’s never made a move beyond that, so you aren’t sure what to make of any of it.

“Like you were a damn meal.” He grumbles out before turning to spit as if the words left a vile taste in his mouth, stomping into a set of trees and moving deeper into the forest surrounding you.

His shoulders are tight as you work to keep pace with him. His tone sharp and his breathe heavy as he works through his anger.

“Well it’s not like I’m spoken for, now is it?” You point out and instantly regret your choice of words as Will abruptly stops and turns back quick onto you.

“You wanna end up with a McCoy now?” He practically spits out, giving you a look as if you’d grow two heads.

“Course not,” You’re quick to dismiss.

Letting out a heavy breath as you finally stop. You hate seeing him like this, all wound up. You never would have talked to that boy if you knew it would bother him this much.

Your eyes sweep around you as you realize you followed him farther into the woods than you planned and you know both your Pa’s wouldn’t approve of you two off alone by yourselves, but you couldn’t leave him like this.

Turning back to Will you aim to ease the tension coursing through him as you try to explain it without making the whole thing worse.

“Alls I’m sayin is I ain’t spoken for. Boys are s‘pose to wanna talk to me, Will. How else am I s’pose to snag a husband? It’s hard ‘nough as it is.” You explain it as rationally as you can.

Girls your age were supposed to land a husband. Hell, some were already engaged, but things were different for you.

You were more than pretty enough, people told you so, but you and your brother were born on the wrong side of the bed. Didn’t matter your Pa was gonna marry your mama after you came along, only to have her die bringing you into this world. Didn’t matter you were raised by your Pa and carried his name.

You came from outside the sacred confines of marriage, and no amount of pretty was gonna make you a suitable enough for most boys to court.

Hard as that truth is, it didn’t bother you nearly as much as you know it should, because truth be told, there was only one boy you wanted to court you. One boy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He just hadn’t made a move.

“He’s not good ‘nough for you…” Will says firmly with a quick shake of his head for emphasis.

Pulling his hat from his head with a quick hand, letting the sun hit his face through the trees as he lets out a long heavy breath before his piercing eyes fall back onto you.

“Hell, I don’t know if any man is.”

Coming from anyone else that line would have been rich. Johnse would have delivered it with a shit eating grin on his face and a voice so smooth girls county wide would be willing to let him get up under their skirts.

But when Will says it his voice is raw with honesty as he looks at you with such sincerity you suddenly find it hard to breathe.

You don’t fancy yourself impulsive, but like all Hatfield’s, you got passion in your veins and fire in your belly.

And standing before Will as his blonde hair falls all messy around his handsome face, the intensity in his sterling blue eye as it pierces you from just feet away, has you doing the most bold thing you’ve ever done.

Without a word, you step to him, leaning up, you capture his lips. There’s no denying you surprised him. You can feel him tense beneath your lips, but seconds later, he’s giving in.

Kissing you back, slowly, cautiously as if he’s afraid if he’s not careful he might overwhelm you. Your arms tangle around his neck as your feel Will’s arms wined around your waist.

A spark of electricity shoots through your body with his kiss and you know he feels it to as he pulls you closer to him, kissing you harder. All thoughts of decency or fear of being caught, never enter your mind. All you know in that moment, all you can sense is Will and how alive you feel. More alive than you’ve ever felt before. Like a part of you you didn’t know coming to life.

You feel a strange intoxicating heat wash over you as your skin flushes. A breathy sound you’ve never heard yourself make slips past your lips as Will’s tongue strokes your bottom lip. The sound of it makes Will clutches you tighter, pulling you flush against him. His other hand tangling into your hair to hold you close as a heavy breath burst from him.

You feel a change in him, a change in the hunger of his kiss and the need of his touch, but just as quickly as it’s there, it’s gone, as Will’s hands find the sides of your waist to hold you steady as pulls away to break the kiss.

Will’s breath sounds heavy and uneven as his forehead rests against yours. His hands release you, but he won’t meet your eyes as he slowly creates more distance, his face still hung low.

When he finally looks back up at you there’s a dark heated wanting in his gaze. It makes your belly flutter and your skin feel flush, but then he looks away as he gently pulls your hands free from around his neck.

“I think we betta head back.” Will says, his breath deep and husky in a way you’ve never heard before as he steps around you, snatching up his hat from the ground before heading back toward the event.

You turn to follow him and find him waiting, but he doesn’t look at you. Your heart would ache if you didn’t feel his fingers dance faintly across your wrist as you walk side by side.

It’s then that you realize why Will’s keeping his distance, because things were getting heated back there. If either of your Pa’s had seen you, surely they would have tanned your hides.

And unlike Johnse and the mess he got Roseanna into, you know Will would never do anything that could put you in a predicament, that would dishonor you. No matter how badly he may want to.

Moving back toward the festivities you hear commotion all around. Hollering voices, feet stomping and a deep sense of dread fills your belly.

You’ll realize all too soon what’s happened to your Pa while you were away and that leaving the woods set wheels into motion you’ll never be able to undo.

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