#x young reader

You turn to see Charles with a bow approaching you. You smile and get up to greet him.

“Hello Charles, what can I help you with?” You greet

“I know that you’ve been stuck around camp, so I decided that I’m going to take you out hunting.” He says

Your mood rose as you grab your rifle and bow before following behind him to the horses.

“Have fun y/n” Abigail says before dragging John to the lake

You mount up and head out right behind Charles.

“What are we hunting?” You ask

“I’m going to show you how we hunt buffalo.” He says

Immediately you perk up more. It had been a dream you wanted to make a reality since you first saw one, but Arthur had always told you to stay away from them.

Looking back on it, you were only 14 when you asked. Also you rather learn from someone who knew more about them than someone who didn’t.

“Our people rely on these creatures for everything. They provide food, shelter and clothing. Our tribe used to follow wherever they went so we could survive. We’re only killing one, as it’ll provide a lot for our camp.” Charles shares

You took mental notes as he continued talking about the symbolism of buffalo. You were impressed with how much you were learning about a certain species.

“Look at them all, they truly are a fantastic creature.” He says in awe

I stared in amazement as the heard grazed on the lush green grass.

“I’ll heard them up, while you take a shot. Remember only one shall be harvested.” He says as he pushes his horse forward.

You pull out your scoped rifle and begin to scan the heard. There were so many big ones, ones that could easily feed a camp for a couple of weeks. Picking out a big bull out, you lined up your sights and took a headshot as Charles rounded the herd up.

After the herd safely migrated, you joined Charles by your big kill.

“Well done. I see all that training with Morgan and Marston paid off.”

You smile as Charles shows you how you skin the big creature. You look up when you heard vultures, when Charles noticed this, he too looked up.

“Looks like they found their own dinner.” He says before going back to skinning.

You pulled out binoculars and looked towards the vultures, you saw two carcasses that were indeed two buffalo. Scanning across the plains, you saw two more far off.

“We have trouble.” You say

Charles became alerted and you handed him the binoculars before pointing the bodies out.

“NO!” He says as he mounts his horse.

You quickly store the pelt on your horse before chasing after him.

Charles was furious by the time you caught up to him.

“Look here. There are bullet holes.” He says

“They look like been here for maybe half the day.” You analyze

“Let’s go check out the others” he urges

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“Fresher kills. Who would do this!?” He yells as you analyze the buffalo

“Maybe an hour tops. The body isn’t hard yet.” You say before looking for clues.

Looking through the grass, you caught hood prints. Easily a horse. Followed by boot prints in the soft clay.

“Charles, we got horse tracks here. Look as old as these kills” you say

“Let’s track them then” he says as you lead down the hill.

“Look, smoke!” Charles says

You both ride up the rocky hills to the campfire, it’s obviously been abandoned, but conveniently in the location of the buffalo.

As Charles gets off to examine the fire, I look up and see more bison carcasses in the distance.

“Charles! Look!”

He looks over to where I point before cursing and mounting his horse.

“Let’s go. They should still be in the area.” He says as we race towards the dead bison.

“This is a slap in the face to my people. Whoever did this, had bad intentions and I don’t plan on letting them live for what they done.” He growled

“I don’t either. That’s completely disgusting and unnecessary what they’ve done.” You reply

As you dismount, you notice the bison trail leads further than you wish. Six more bison littered the field and trails.

These poor creatures…killed for nothing and left to rot in the hot sun. You just hoped that these animals were in safer pastures in their new life.

“Look! Another camp!” You point out and Charles rushes off towards it

He dismounts angered and a gun drawn as you both approached the two men.

“Did you shoot those bison?” Charles ask

The two men ignore him as Charles gets more angry.

“Did you shout those bison!?” He yells

“What’s it to you?” The one guy snickers

Charles snaps and shoots his shotgun at the one as you grab the other and beat the answers out of him.

“We were paid to shoot them and blame it on the Indians! Please don’t kill me! I got a family” the guy begs

“Kill him, y/n. He doesn’t deserve to live” Charles hisses

You do exactly what Arthur taught you and pushed down on the guys throat and killed him.

“Bastards. I hope they’re burning in hell for this.” Charles says before mounting his horse.

“I’ll see you back at camp.” He says before leaving.

You nod and begin looting the corpses just like John taught you when you first came to camp. You also found some cash and ammo that you stuffed in your satchel.

Picking any valuables like rings even a pocket watch was a good find. Arthur always told you, that you look for the fancy ones and they’ll have the best loot.

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Returning home to camp, Dutch was there to help you off the horse and Kieran helped bring the hide to Pearson. Arthur looked up and smiled, but frowned when he saw you came back alone.

Before he could say anything, Charles came in and dismounted before heading to his cot.

“What happened?” He said as Charles stormed by him.

“Poachers. Killed a lot of buffalo and left them for dead. Charles was furious.” You say quietly scared of what Charles might say.

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Being the youngest seriously sucked. You had at least expected it from the dwarves, but for Bilbo to undermine your capabilities had truly flabbergasted you. ‘HE CAN’T EVEN LIFT AN ACTUAL SWORD!’ The bitter thought was loud as it bounced around in your head.

You trailed behind the company, minus Gandalf who, once again, disappeared to Mahal knows where. You kicked every rock and stone that were unfortunate to be along the path you walked. Your head was down as you mumbled insults about each and every person that walked before you.

“Bunch of elf loving, lettuce eating idiots.”

Granted, your insults were never too harsh when spoken about the people you’ve come to care about and travel with, but they had seriously infuriated you to know end. “Stupid Dwalin and his stupid bold head with his stupid axe, getting in the way of my kill.”

Fíli and Kíli slowed their walk until they fell behind enough to join your side, Kíli on your left, Fíli on your right. “Who are you cursing under your breath now, little mouse?” The older prince spoke as Kíli slung his arms over your shoulder.

“Yeah pipsqueak, why so moody?”

You huffed in annoyance and threw his arm off of your shoulders then folding your own across your chest, picking up speed, forcing the brothers to follow you. “Nothing.”

Fíli and Kíli snickered at your grouchy attitude and rolled their eyes, picking up their own speed to re-join you. “Now, now, don’t get your undergarments in a twist.”

You clenched your jaw and bit down harshly on your tongue, refraining from saying something you may regret to either of the two. Just as Fíli opened his mouth to say yet another snarky, teasing remark, Thorin announces that they were to stop and set up camp.

You breathed out a sigh in relief and quickly headed towards the opening that you’ve come across and proceed to slide your knapsack off of your shoulder and place in on the floor, pulling out your bedroll and setting it up ready for later that night.

Thorin gave orders to everyone, Bombur and Balin to sit tight whilst the others go collect wood and hunt for meat. You marched over towards Thorin with a determined step, chest puffed out, oozing confidence. “What do you want me to do?”

Thorin turned his gaze towards you and flashed you a small smile. “Don’t worry, go sit and read that book of yours, relax.” He ruffled your hair as he walked past you. You let your shoulder slump as you sighed in defeat, trudging over towards your bedroll, sitting down cross legged, elbows rested atop your knees and your face held within your hands.

‘Bloody dwarves.’

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You and the others sat around the fire, an amber glow illuminating each member of the company as they ate the rabbit stew Bombur had prepared with the help of Balin and Nori. They roared with laughter, but you sat there silently, not wanting to partake in their boisterous manners and jokes.

“What’s the matter lass? You tired?” Bofur spoke, drawing the company’s attention towards you.

“Are you tired? It’s fine if you want to head off to sleep.” Nori added, everyone curious if that was the reason for your unusual quietness.

You huffed in annoyance and set your nearly empty bowl of food down by the side of you with a thud, shocking some of the members. “No. I am NOT tired. No in the way you may think.” You uttered the last part of your answer quietly, fed up with how overbearing and annoying yet oblivious they were being. You stood hastily and began to walk to the treeline. “I’m going for a stroll.”

The other members were left stunned by your little outburst as they watched you quickly retrieve your weapon before disappearing beyond the trees. Just as Dwalin stood to go get you to return to camp, Balin placed a hand on to his brothers’ arm, stopping him from following you.

“Let her go, she clearly needs some time to herself.” Of course, Balin was just as concerned as any of the other members but knew Gandalf had chosen you to join them for a reason. Plus, they wouldn’t be far behind if you found yourself in a spot of trouble.

Dwalin grunted something unintelligible as he plonked himself back down beside Balin, still keeping an eye on where you exited the clearing and entered the darkened woods.

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As you wander through the forest, weaving in and out of trees, you cursed the dwarves and even the hobbit under your breath. You leant against a large tree, trying to calm your breathing and will a sense of peace to take over, but all you felt was anger.

Anger towards the dwarves. Anger towards the hobbit. Anger towards Gandalf. Anger towards yourself. Just pure anger.

You closed your eyes, listening to the serene sounds of the woodland area when all of the sudden, a snap of a twig pried your eyes open faster than the crack of a whip. You rolled your eyes, assuming it was your overbearing companions. “I swear to Mahal…just leave me be.”

You noted the silence that followed your statement causing your eyebrows to furrow. You stepped forward from the trunk of the tree and walked to peer around it. That was when you came face to face with a Warg, an orc sat atop of it.

Your eyes widened, the stench of its breath overwhelmed your sense, fear sunk in and overtook your body. You forced yourself to take a few steps back. The beast snarled. You slowly raised your hand and gripped the hilt of your sword tightly as it took a few steps towards you.

The further you stepped back, and the closer it stepped towards, more and more orcs upon Wargs revealed themselves. There had been at least 7 by your rushed and panicked count. You swallowed down the lump in your throat, bringing your other hand to grip your weapon.

Just as the Warg lunged towards you, you unsheathed your sword and swung at its throat, cutting down your first attacker. As the Warg fell and the orc crashed to the floor along with it, a loud pained cry came from the beast as its final sound.

The volume of the cry had been so loud that the sound carried all the way to where the company had set up camp. Everyone was up and alert, already heading towards the forest, weapons in hand, purely concerned for your safety.

“Y/N!” The members called loudly, each panicked, unknowing of your whereabouts apart from the occasional scream, fearing that one of them may have come from you.

“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?!” The fear that they couldn’t save you grew, making them more irrational in their choice of direction. They had all spread out, splitting off in different directions, all in the hope of spotting their youngest member.

They searched and searched until finally, Bilbo had spotted you. “SHE’S OVER HERE!” He shouted over towards his companions who soon barrelled towards the direction he was in. But once arriving and witnessing the full extent of the situation, they all became slack jawed and wide eyed.

There you stood, over an orc that scrambled to get away, surrounded by its fellow attackers. You buried your sword deep into its chest, therefor ending its life. Wargs and orcs littered the ground surrounding you, all dead and bloody.

You heaved for breath, chest rising and falling as you took in your surroundings. You were covered in blood also, though majority of it belonging to your enemies. Another twig snapped and you whipped around with your weapon raised in front of you.

But unlike earlier, you were met with the sight of 13 dwarves and a hobbit. You relaxed, sighing as you let your arms drop, sword stained with blood lowering along with them. “Hey guys.”

The company had become rather speechless to what they had just bear witness to. Their youngest, most “fragile” member had just demolished an entire pack of orcs and their Wargs, all on their lonesome.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stared at them, a feeling of uneasiness settling in the pit of your stomach. “Uh-what’s wrong? Hello?”

Thorin stormed straight towards you, so much so that you even flinched slightly at his sudden movements. Once he stood tall before you, you shrank into yourself, expecting a loud, gruelling lecture about heading away from everyone, but he pleasantly surprised you when he grinned down at you and brought you into a hug.

You froze slightly, unsure of what to do. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He spoke, although you could hear the proud grin through his tone. You smiled ever so slightly as he broke away from you.

“It appears we had underestimated you lass.” Balin spoke, earning nods and hums in agreement from the others.

“YOU’RE TELLING ME??!!” You exclaimed loudly, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

The others chuckled, a grin forcing its way on to your own face. Thorin put a hand on your shoulder and directed you towards the others. Dwalin slapped your back, making you lurch forward. You brushed your hair back which fell in front of your face from the sheer force of his pat and smiled up at him.

“Ye did good lass.” He spoke in his usual gruff voice, although an ever so small smile was present on his face hidden by his kempt beard.

“I know.” You placed your hands on your hips and walked past the group, heading back towards camp, confidence once again oozing off of you. The nights events surely boosted your ego.

Fíli and Kíli had quickly caught up towards you and bumped your side with their elbows. “Honestly, how did you do it?” You laughed and slung your arms over their shoulders.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. I’m absolutely exhausted from being so badass.” You smirked and the others who trailed behind you back to camp laughed at your antics. “Maybe now you’ve all learned to be a little less judgemental when it comes to age.” You spoke, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

You removed your arms from around the boys’ shoulders and headed over towards your bedroll once you re-entered the clearing where camp was set up. “Goodnight lads.” And with that, you laid down into your bedroll and tucked yourself in, falling fast asleep soon after.

The others smiled at you as many followed your example, excluding those on watch. They were sure to never underestimate you again.

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MY FIRST REQUEST AHHHHH

Honestly, I really hope I didn’t mess up too much with the story. I was a bit iffy about the ending but I really don’t know how I should finish it up other than what I’ve written

I hope you enjoy and I especially hope that this fits what the requester wanted!

Sadie had that feeling she was being stalked while she was walking in the streets of black water, so she put her hand on her gun and turned down the one alleyway.

You followed right behind her and turned only to have a cattleman revolver pointed at your head.

“A kid? What are you doing?” She asks

“Are you a bounty hunter?” You ask

She puts her gun away and nods her head. Your smile widens and you giggle.

“Why are you following me?” Sadie asks

“I want to be like you.” You smile

“Is that so?” She smirks

You rapidly nod your head making her laugh.

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen, ma’am.” You say

She nods her head before leading you to the stables.

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You sat on the back of a new horse as you followed Ms. Adler through the canyons. After a quick lesson on how to shoot guns, you packed your two rifles on the back of an Arabian and left with your mentor.

You were more of a sniper so you used a Carcano Rifle, that you bought and customized with a red stock and white engravings on the barrel. You took your share of your first bounty and bought a weapon that suited you. You also got a Lancaster repeater, but you preferred your rifle more.

You were saving up for two Schofield Revolvers, so any job you could do, you took. Sadie took great pride in how excited you got for bounty work.

So when the day you came and you bought your revolvers, you exited the shop to see a lawman looking at your mentor and then he points at you.

“We got a problem?” You ask

“No it’s fine.” Sadie says as she turns you away to your horse.

“You’re a bad influence on that kid” the lawmen says

“No she’s not!” You yell back

“Your parents want you back at home, kid.” He says

You roll your eyes before mounting your horse and looking at the poster Sadie hands you.

“Wanted dead or alive. Two thousand dollars for the capture of Hector Grant” you read

“I want to see how you do by yourself. You’re doing this by yourself, so get going.” She says as she pats your leg.

You nod and click your heels into the horse before riding off towards the location on the poster.

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Spotting a campground, you dismounted and grabbed your repeater before sneaking over. Five men tops and they look drunk, which made this easier than it should’ve been.

However, your target was nowhere to be seen. Just drunk guys that did not fit the description.

“Where are you Hector?” You whisper to yourself

He soon comes out stumbling from a tent and you smirk as he face plants into the mud.

Three men get up and you sneak up to the last two and quickly slice their throats before pulling the trigger on your repeater and knocking the last three down. Grabbing the rope from your satchel, you tied up your bounty and threw him on the backend of your horse.

“I bet you wish you were only carrying me” you chuckle before heading back down the path.

“You were a lot easier to catch” you smile victorious as you stroll back towards black water.

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Upon arrival, you spot Sadie waiting outside the sheriffs office. Riding up, you handed over the bounty and received the pay for him. More than enough to buy more ammo and other supplies. Hell more than enough to buy a bath and a nice room for the night.

Leaving the office, you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw your parents standing outside. They were angry and looking directly at you.

“You’re coming home right now!” Your mom yells at you.

Your horse senses your distress and nudges herself between you and your parents and keeps them from getting any closer.

“Why? I’m living out here.” You sigh

“You’re a child, an irresponsible one too.” Your dad barked back

“I’m working though. Just like you wanted me to.” You huff

“No. We wanted you to marry a doctor and live with him in the city. Not run away and become something you shouldn’t be.” Your mom hisses

“Mrs.Adler, surely our daughter will listen to you. Tell her to come back with us.” Your dad begs

Sadie clicks her tongue and smirks up at your parents before shaking her head.

“No can do. Your daughter may be young, but she’s her own person now and she is armed to kill. I’m not getting in the middle of that” she says before mounting her horse.

You mount your Arabian and squeeze by your parents as you leave them behind once again. You follow Sadie outside of Black Water and begin counting your money again before putting it away.

“What are you going to do with all your money kid?” Sadie asks

“I want to buy a house and live away from my parents. I may be a kid to everyone, but I got a job now and I’m working hard. I just wish they’d leave me alone” you huff

“I’m impressed with how you handle yourself kid. You got real guts. you’ve made me proud today.”

Your smile widened after hearing that. You felt like a million dollars too. Sadie was proud of you? That was the greatest achievement ever.

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That saying that time flies by when your having fun couldn’t be more true. You were once fifteen and had a dream for a better life and now your twenty eight and raising your farm and two kids.

A little boy and girl. You look back on how things changed quickly for you. You turned sixteen when Sadie told you she was leaving for the south in hopes for more opportunities, you understood where she was coming from. You moved out west and found a nice place to live at eighteen and married at nineteen to a man who you found a year after Sadie left. You had twins at twenty and now you had little kids running around the fields while you picked vegetables from the garden.

They ran around with wooden guns and pretended to be outlaws while your husband was the police.

At a young age, they showed interest quickly for being bounty hunters. Even though he protested against it, you trained them behind his back until he finally accepted it.

“Why are they learning now? They’re just kids” he’d say

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Steve Rogers Being Steve’s son and going through your first heartbreak (+) M Being Steve’s son and him helping you deal with school stress (+) M Being Steve’s son and running away (+) M Being Steve’s son and having fire powers (+) M Would Include: Being Steve’s son (+) M Being like Steve’s son and getting hurt on a mission (+) M Being Steve’s son and worrying that you aren’t good enough (+) M

Stephen Strange Coming from an abusive home and Strange adopting you (+) M Being Strange’s kid and getting into a fight about magic (+) N

Tony Stark Headcanons: Coming out to your dad, Tony, as trans (+) M, T Headcanons: Being Tony’s kid and having depression (+) N Your dad Tony finding out you self harm (+) N Being Tony Stark’s stepkid (+) N Unfillable expectations (x son!reader) (+) M

Thor Being Jane’s kid and Thor’s step kid (+) N

Chicago Med/Fire/PD Antonio Dawson Being Antonio’s son and landing in Med (+) M Being Antonio’s kid and getting a binder (+) T

Criminal Minds Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner Being Hotch’s kid and getting suspended from school (+) N

DCEU Oliver Queen/Green Arrow Your older brother Oliver helping you through a panic attack (+) N

Doctor Who 9th Doctor The Doctor being like your father and taking care of you (+) M Meeting the Doctor as a child (+) N The Doctor being protective of you, a young trans man (+) M, T

Gotham Jim Gordon Headcanons: Being a street kid Jim adopted (+) N Being adopted by Jim and getting grounded (+) N Jim catching you, a street kid, in his apartment (+) N

Harry Potter Remus Lupin Being Lupin’s son and both of you surviving the Battle (+) M

House M.D Dr. House House introducing you, his trans son, to his team (+) M, T Being House’s kid and playing guitar at the hospital (+) N

The Old Guard Joe and Nicky Being young when you discovered your immortality and Joe and Nicky treating you like their kid (+) N Travelling with Joe and Nicky after they take you in (+) N Headcanons: Being part of the Old Guard and closest to Joe and Nicky (+) N

Once Upon A Time Henry Mills Having a sleepover with Henry (+) M Going on a date with Henry and getting interrupted (+) M Being Henry’s secret admirer (+) M

Peaky Blinders Tommy Shelby Being Tommy’s kid and coming out as trans (Part 1)(Part 2) M, T Being Tommy’s son and coming out as gay (+) M

Peaky Blinders Preference: Being a younger Blinder and calling them mom/dad (+) N

Sherlock BBC Mycroft Holmes Being Mycroft’s kid and having anxiety (+) N Being Mycroft’s son (+) M

Sherlock Holmes Being Sherlock’s son and coming out as trans (+) M, T Being Sherlock’s son (+) M Coming out to your dad Sherlock (+) N

Twilight Carlisle Cullen Being Bella’s trans younger brother and asking Carlisle to take you shopping (+) M, T Headcanons: Carlisle being a father figure to you (+) N Meeting Carlisle and Esme when they save you (+) N

White Collar Neal Caffrey Your dad Neal needing your help with a con (+) N

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