#pinkerton i would kiss you if i were too a dragon

[momofantas]

Western Expanse pt. 2

Western AU | Atheva Lavellan x Cullen | Dragon Age fanfic | 1148 words | Part 1 | AO3 |

Hours had passed and the sun was beginning to set. Atheva sat under a large tree in the middle of a field. No one would spot her, but her horse could have been a dead giveaway with its black coat and mane.

She had been waiting for over an hour for her boys to meet up with her at the spot they had agreed to if things went wrong. The amount of time that had passed made her nervous. Had they escaped? Did the sheriff catch them?

While she was pondering her friends’ ultimate demise, a horse began to approach. She could barely make it out in the creeping darkness, and she grabbed her gun from the back of her skirt. Her luck may have run out.

The rider had a lantern in his hand, but it wasn’t until he was almost on top of her that Atheva could finally make him out.

“Cullen!” She sighed, placing her gun on the ground. “Jesus, I didn’t think it would be you.”

The man laughed lightly as he jumped off his horse. The lantern shook on impact, making his crooked smile even more intriguing.

“Did you not want it to be?”

“I just wasn’t expectin’ you is all,” she muttered as she pushed herself up onto her feet. “Where are the boys?”

“Back at camp. They figured you would be there, so they headed on back. Imagine my shock when they said they were lookin’ for you,” he replied.

“What?! We had talked about meetin’ up here if something went wrong!”

“They didn’t seem to think anything went wrong.”

“Horse shit. Plenty went wrong,” Atheva muttered.

“I dunno, I think you look rather nice in that outfit,” Cullen replied, closing the distance between them. His hand gently gripped the fabric of her skirt. His thumb rubbed over it, gently brushing against her thigh.

Atheva’s cheeks began to burn red and she looked away. “Listen, just take me back to camp so I can change out of this monkey outfit,” she muttered, tugging at the knot of her bonnet. It came undone easily, freeing her now-frizzy braid. Her curls were threatening to destroy the twine holding it all together.

“And miss out on some private time with my favorite gangster? Don’t count on it,” Cullen said as he leaned forward. His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. Before he could kiss her, she leaned in to do it first.

He smiled into their kiss before placing his free hand on her waist. Cullen was the only one who got to see this side of the Red Devil. How fragile she could feel in his arms, like if he squeezed too tightly she would collapse. Her nervous expressions, how she looked scared of letting herself feel anything but hate and exhilaration.

Those were only for him.

And they never lasted long.

Atheva pulled back suddenly, turning her head to look to the south. “Did you hear that?” She asked nervously.

“It’s just the wind,” he whispered, trying not to show his disappointment about the end to their kiss.

“No, no, we should go,” she replied with a shake of her head. She stepped out of his hold and walked over to her horse. “Race ya?” She asked with a coy smile.

“Only if I get another kiss at the end,” Cullen said. He handed his lantern over to her before jumping onto his horse. He leaned down to take it back from her before she did the same.

“Deal.”

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The two arrived back to camp with hair whipped around by the wind during their frantic ride.

“I won again!” Atheva said with a grin as she hopped off her trusty mare. She gave the horse a gentle pat on her backside as she waited for Cullen to dismount.

“So you did,” he said with a chuckle. He walked around the side of her horse to plant a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Yuck!”

A cry came from camp, startling the two out of their pure moment.

“Bull! Shut up!” Atheva called back as she moved away to tie her horse to the makeshift post they had made out of a fallen tree.

“Listen, I just don’t see why you’re smoochin’ on this farmboy!” Bull called back.

She made her way into camp, grimacing when she saw the bag holding the small amount they had found inside the bank. “It makes more sense than that bank holdin’ fuck all!” She snapped.

The three men around the fire looked shocked.

“Hey, don’t blame Bull.”

Atheva turned her glare over to Varric. “I’m not, I’m blaming my gossip hound….” She hissed.

“Woah, woah,” the smaller man said, holding his hands up in front of him. “So I got some bad information, so what? We still got some good cash!”

“Not enough! Twenty dollars isn’t worth a run. Remember the Frisco job?” She asked, turning her attention to their bald and mustachioed cohorts.

The two nodded their heads.

“We made more than a thousand. Each. We need to get that much again if we’re gonna make it up North.”

“Why go up North, though?” Varric asked with a shake of his head. “It’s cold…”

“No one’s up there ‘cept the trappers. That’s what we need right now. We need to get out of this area and away from the Pinkertons. With our luck, they’re hot on our trail,” she added under her breath.

It was enough to get the two silent types’ attention.

“Why would they be on our trail?”

“Well, Dorian,” she said, turning her attention to the well-dressed man. “We haven’t exactly been laying low….”

“You and the farmboy going shopping in the city certainly didn’t help,” muttered their bald companion.

Cullen shook his head. “I get you don’t like me, but don’t blame Atheva for it.”

“Oh yes, because you would definitely be here without her,” Varric retorted.

“Shut up!” Atheva yelled. “Varric, your intel was bad. We need to hit another big bank before we make it North. After that, we can split ways if y’all hate Cullen so much, but I ain’t ditching him.”

“Whatever,” Dorian said under his breath before taking a sip of the soup Varric had made the group.

Atheva sighed and walked over to an empty seat by the fire. “Listen. Today was… not good,” she said, looking to her men for agreement before continuing, “But we’ve been in this a long time and now is not the time to fall apart. Just because we’ve got a new helpin’ hand and a new man on the town doesn’t mean we can get comfortable. Our goal in this life is to get into the lap of luxury. We’re not there yet, so we can’t get lazy. Y’all are good men, and I know you can help make this work.

“Now pass the whiskey.”

#atheva lavellan x cullen #atheva x cullen #my writing #dragon age fic

[zacklover24]

Forgotten West chapter 3

Summary: The west was a forgotten place, a time when the land said to be untamable and untouched. A time of gangs and outlaws, a time when the law both good and bad ruled. A time when people did good and bad thing. They lived and they died and time went on, the west was soon forgotten and the gangs that though to rule were long gone and no one could tell who really ruled the land. But this story is about the survival of one gang, and there will and desire to live in changing times. But that didn’t last long soon they were gone and all that was left was broken dreams and broken hope. Time travel au, dealings with the devil, a coming of age story. 

tagging: @dolphinitley, @lokighost, @deputyoneill, @naromoreau, @outranks, @jacobswhitetails, @nykamito-x, @thotful-writing, @trashmouth-skywalker

Thank you for your support! 

“Really hoesa a thousand pound bear?” Arthur grumbles as the two rode towards O’creagh’s run.

“Yes, arthur a thousand pound bear, as I told you, I heard about it from some feller in town.” Hoesa tells him trying to hide his eye roll.  Arthur had been in a horrible mood since they fled from blackwater and cloter, dutch true to his word had been trying to find any clue as to where the youngest morgan was but with no luck, the pinkerton's were very good at hiding and keeping secrets.

“I shouldn’t be out here hoesa, I should be out helping dutch find leads or something. Charles is the better hunter out of everyone in the camp.” Arthur mutters with an angry huff as patted his horse neck.

“In truth I wanted to get you away from camp for a bite.” Hosea admits slowing his pace as he rode next to Arthur, the younger man let out a scoff,  “You’ve been on edge for weeks now, I swear you looked ready to kill poor Bill this morning over breakfast.”

“He deserved…..” Arthur starts to say but was cut off by hosea.

“All he did was bump into you on accident, that isn’t cause for you to punch him. Look arthur I get it you're worried about angel.” Hoesa admits with a sad almost defeated sigh as he looked at the sencery, “But, your not the only one who is worried.”

“It sure as hell feels like it! Dutch swore he would help, but all we’ve done is run and hide! We left her and the others behind!” Arthur yells, “I let her down hosea, I let my own daughter down, I’m a horrible father.” His grew soft as sadness had crept in.

“Arthur your a good man, don’t even start  with me. You have done your best to rise and keep that little girl safe from all the evil of this world and trust me that isn’t easy. You've given her the best chance at life, there is no doubt in my mind that you have done everything you could do. I know your upset and worried but, Arthur trust me when I say this you are doing a good job.” Hosea tells arthur who was in shock.

“I-I-I thank you hosea, but it just doesn’t feel like I’ve done a good job. I just feel like I let her down, and that may be dutch was right.” Arthur says looking down at the ground, “She would have been better off with some rich family and not with us.”

“I hate to say this about dutch but, he was wrong. I knew the moment you came back into camp days after you got that letter, looking like death warmed over, you could and never give her away. You love her to much.” Hosea tells him with a pat on the shoulder, “Arthur you're the best father she has.”

“I’m really not.”

“Your better then your father, and that is what counts, oh what do we have here?” Hosea asks stopping  when he saw flower, in the ground.

“Is that a?” Arthur asks  getting off his horse to look at the flower.

“I reckon we just found a dragon's mouth orchid. I reckon it’s a sign.” Hosea happily says as arthur started to draw the flower.

“A sign of what?”

“A sign that our luck is changing and something good is going to happen. You just need to give it time arthur, trust me, dutch and the others we’ll get angel, sean and mac back. I swear.”

“I trust you, I’m just worried that those bastards will hurt her.”

“There not dumb arthur, there not going to touch a hair on her head. Angel, sean and mac know better then to talk.”

“I know.”

“Arthur I’m sorry,” Sean slurs as he was one his fifth beer of the night. “I tired, arthur but they had us in a tight spot.”

Arthur let out a sigh, as he gestured for karen, “I know sean. Thank you.”

“I couldn’t let them hurt her, those bastards took angel before I could do anything.”

“Yes, sean I understand go sleep it off kid.” Arthur tells him as karen came up and took sean away. Arthur let out a huff as he sat down at the poker table, spirits were high due to sean being back. But, arthur was in no mood to celebrate,  he was trying and failing to tone out of the happy laughter of the camp as he got lost in his own thoughts.

“Thought I would find here sulking.” John says sitting next to arthur. Arthur let out a grunt, as he looked at john.

“Not sulking john, just thinking.” Arthur mutters.

“Thinking about  how your going to kill those pinkertons who kidnapped angel? Or are thinking about letting micah swing?” John asks with a dark laugh.

“Both if I could, but dutch wants micah back.” Arthur tells him as he took hold of john face to look at the healing marks on his face, “How are you feeling?”

“Better, been getting better for awhile. You just haven’t noticed.” John points out, covering arthur hand with his and placing a small kiss on arthur lips before he spoke, “Everything is going work out arthur. She’s a smart kid.”

“Maybe too smart at times, sean said she told the agents dutch was her uncle, what if she talks.” Arthur questions watching the others have fun.

John could only shake his head, as he pulled himself and arthur up and taking a small queue from dutch and hosea who was dancing to the music playing, as  he started to slow dance with arthur, “She won’t talk arthur, you know that. She won’t betray her family.”

Arthur let out a small content hum, as john rested his head on arthur shoulder, “Hmm, can’t really enjoy this much longer.” John gave him a confused look, “Need to leave at dawn to go save micah sorry ass.”

John winced, “Want me to come with you?” He asks, “Shit tends to go from bad to worse when micah's involved.”

“You think you can handle it?” Arthur asks laughing a little, as john gave him a smile.

“Should be fine, as long as micah doesn’t lose his damn head and goes yellow on us.”

“He does that alot doesn’t that. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was happy that sean and the others were missing.” Arthur growls as he hugged john closer to him.

“Easy there boy, micah's a ass, who's just trying to get a rise out of you. He’s still sore about that little comment angel made, when he tried to kill frost.”

Arthur didn’t even bother to try and hide his laughter as he remembered angel little comment, “Yea that was a good one.”

“It’s going to work out arthur.”

“I know john.”

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#Forgotten West #red dead redemption 2 #red dead 2 #red dead fanfic #rd2 #arthur morgan #john marston #hosea matthews #arthur morgan and john marston