* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it has more to do with me 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 him, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀then it ever did 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 myself... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

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[ً. @abhorarchive]

i'm giving him one last chance to be a father. tell him that god himself has sent him this chance.

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

yeah 😁

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

oh, you know.

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

i know a man…… who is you…. but different 😞☝️

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

MY KIERAN

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝒌ieran ‍‍ ‍‍.ᐟ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ @stablchand]

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‍‍⠀⠀h - howdy 🫣⠀⠀

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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ * cruel world . @VANDERLlES]

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who wants to get touched by dutch 😈
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[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

kieran ….. kieran from a different universe

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

i miss kieran … come home

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

if you say so, pa’

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

booo tomato tomato

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

he winces from hosea’s
touch, though - he’s never
believed the man would
cause him harm. muscles
relax, and boone swings
with him.

a smile, though barely visible
has painted itself on tanned
features.

[⺌  𝒓 𓈒ᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ  ┈  w𝒊sdom  @deerantIer]

grabbing ahold of the reader ， now swinging them around to dance ． no sitting out on such fun

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

https://t.co/1LLLYvDHvA WHO REMEMBERS

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

( he gags against the
revolver, and the situation
because very real, very
quickly.

saliva drops down his
cheek and into the open
wound, he wants to grit
his teeth but he can’t.

his body stills in the dirt,
eyes following the second
gun. they widen, and he’s
quick to +

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

anyone seen my horse 😞

[⺌  𝒓 𓈒ᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ  ┈  w𝒊sdom  @deerantIer]

temp． pinned ﹨ info． post ， independent portrayal of 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘮． for the red dead redemption verse ﹙ ﹠﹚　multiverse .. semi - selective ．

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

@stablchand i love you bitch …. i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you Bitch

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

@stablchand “get a room in town?”

he hums, gently scratching over
the skin of his lovers back .. a sigh
deep in his chest, content.

“we ain’t got the money
for that,”

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

cuddling up
to @stablchand
in the early morning.

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

@stablchand “sum’body’d catch us.”

boone mumbles, tilting his
own head down to smile at
his lover.

“my pa’ mos’ likely—”

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

@stablchand “always early.” boone
chuckles, voice cracking
in his throat and he sucks
in a rather harsh breath.
throat blue & black —
he does not push kieran
away, he keeps him close.

“we could go fer’ a ride
t’day, n’ i’d say we could
get s’umthin to eat that
ain’t a stew.”

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

@stablchand several noises leave
boone’s mouth as he
brings himself out of
his half - asleep state,
it vibrates against
kieran’s skin. he pulls
away, and huffs a sigh.

content. peaceful.
in love.

“i …” his hand travels
through kieran’s hair,
he clears his throat.
“g’mornin..”

[* 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 @scnofsnake]

@stablchand .. planting tons of
kisses against any
bit of skin he can
reach. he’s missed
him. (they sleep in the
same bed every night??)

“kier’ ..”