#robirocks

Goodnight: *bites into his gun*

Goodnight:

Goodnight: This isn't a bagel.

Billy: *switches gun with bagel*

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Goodnight Robicheaux/Billy Rocks Characters: Sam Chisolm, Joshua Faraday, Red Harvest, Vasquez (Magnificent Seven (2016)) Additional Tags: Post Rose Creek, Everybody Lives/ No one dies AU, Recovery, Matchmaking, First Kiss, Idiots in Love, xena levels of historic accuracy, Just Working My Way Through the Cliches Summary:

Sam saw how it was of course, in a single glance. The way Goody held himself, defiant and tense at Billy’s introduction, the silent way his eyes darted from Billy to the group, to Sam, protective and wary. Sam obviously had the advantage of knowledge, of Goody’s character, of his inclinations, but once you knew the signs were easy to spot.

“That’s how it is, you and him?” he asks later, jutting his chin towards Billy on the other side of the fire and Goodnight’s shakes his head quickly.

“Ain't nothing like that, and he doesn't know a thing about it so don’t go telling tales and giving him ideas either.”

Dying is hard but coming back to life is harder.It's made harder still if you don't know you can actually come back at all. Because who has ever heard of coming back to life and not only that, but bringing others back to life with you. Billy could say quite confidently that he's never heard of such a thing and now he's living it. Much to his own surprise and confusion. Hey y’all! I’m currently writing a Robirocks and Varaday combo fic that I thought I’d share on here. 

Robicheaux cuts himself off, laughs quietly. “Do androids dream of electric sheep? No, I can say with definitive authority that we do not.”

“Thought you said you weren’t an android.”

“It’s an old - never mind.”

“So what keeps you from going berserk and massacring everyone around you?”

Robicheaux raises his eyebrows. “My, but you’re a direct one.” When Billy just shrugs, he looks away, mouth still twisted up in the corners. “There’s an owl.”

He stops.

Billy waits for a few blinks, but no, the words do not resolve themselves into sense. “An owl.”

“An owl,” Robicheaux confirms, swinging his artificially brilliant blue eyes back around as if in challenge.

Billy resists the urge to run his hand over his face. Fucking Emma fucking Cullen. Ain’t gonna be easy, she said. But it’s not the hardest job you’ve ever done, she said. Won’t be like the shit the Belties have you doing, she said. You’ll like it, she said. 

Again I’m sorry I just can’t control myself.