Hi it’s been a while, I’ve been recently obsessed with call of duty so here’s something.
Warnings: Nonspeaking!reader + female reader
+ western au
(If I got anything wrong please let me know so I can fix it asap, did I infantilize the reader too much? Please let me know!!!)
Thinking about Nonspeaking reader who sneaks onto John Prices farm to eat at his overgrown berry patch, you know you aren’t allowed here at all but this place seriously needs some tending to and what better person to do that then urself?
The blueberry juices stain your pretty dress: a white frilly thing, that your sister herself had made, you know how angry she’ll be when you return in the wee hours of the afternoon but these berries are just too delicious to pass up. You try to eat them neatly but that just slows you down, messy and out of control is what you settle for.
It’s been a good thirty minutes before you hear hooves hit the ground, your upcoming feast coming to an end each time the noise gets closer and louder, then they stop right next to you, but it’s not the usual four horse legs your looking at it’s eight from your seated position on the ground, another stain your sister will have to tend to, or you if she’s angry enough.
“You know you’re not supposed to be here.” A deep gravely voice echos from his position above you, it’s Simon Riley, one of John’s most trusted men you’ve heard your other sister tell you.
“Aye, look at your dress ye’v messed the nice thing up.” An unfamiliar man says.
You don’t recognize the man at all when you look up from your position but time has stopped, your tongue is in knots, you’re entranced by the man’s beauty, his smile stretches far and wide across his face, suddenly the berries that were about to occupy your mouth fall flat to the dirt ground.
Simon follows your gaze and introduces this man as Johnny Mactavish, a man who had been living with his family before finally joining the rest of his men.
“Up you go now.” Simon instructs you with a tired look behind his mask, and you listen, you’ve found it’s better to listen to Simon the first time he says something rather than the last. You dust off your hands on your dress but that ends up smearing the stains even worse, so you settle for your exposed thighs.
You place your sandals back on your feet and make your way to his brooding black horse: named Star. But every so often you make sure to look at the man with the unfamiliar accent. Catching glimpses of his cute face. Simon helps you up on his horse like you weigh nothing, this is standard procedure for you two, Simon finds you, takes you back to your house, you get scolded and forced to do intense housework by your sister.
You wrap your arms around his Torso and lean against his back, ready to do it all over again. The man named Johnny slots his horse beside Simon, eager to get a look at you and wonder how easily you were able to filt against Simon like you belonged there.
“Whits yer name?” Whilst saying that he grabs the edge of your dress and tugs it down to give you some modesty.
There’s a beat of silence before simon answers for you.
“She cannae talk fur herself?” Soap gives Simon an unimpressed look before receiving a flat out no from the big man.
“I’ll explain it later.” Though intrigued Soap doesn’t push any further, the ride is nice and quiet with the morning sun providing some comfort, Simon caught you early again this time.
When you arrive on the path to your house, there’s your sister in all her glory, standing with the meanest look on her face, she definitely won’t spare you today.
“I’m so sorry again, Simon, I must thank you again.” She says the again with a lot of spite directed towards you.
“S’ no problem, she didn’t steal a lot so John won’t have to know about this.” Your sisters eyes light up from that sentence alone.
Simon helps you down from the horse, planting you flat on your feet before nudging you forward with his foot.
You think you hear Simon let out a gruff of a laugh, you make sure to turn around to scowl at him, but his face betrays nothing.
“Oh my goodness, look at your dress, that’s going to take hours to clean.” Your sister grabs you by your arm and brings you into the house leaving Johnny and Simon to their own discussion about you. Johnny learns that you don’t talk, he’s abit confused but after Simon goes deeper into the topic does it finally click for the idiot.
“A bonny thing she is though.” The Scot says on the way back. Simon rolls his eyes before speeding up Star a little.
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