Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots

Micah Bell: Con-Artist

For the first time you let him place a hand on your waist as he lent against the wall behind him, while Micah watched just from around the corner. Making sure that you didn't get into any trouble that you couldn't get yourself out of. Micah watched as Gavin slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, you smiled but this time it was a genuine smile. You crouched down and searched the man's pocket, taking anything valuable before turning to Micah and hurrying over with a smile.

"How the fuck did he pass out so quick?" Micah asked, an almost impressed smile on his face.

"Sleeping tonic, put a little in his drink when he was distracted" you explained, and Micah wouldn't admit that he was actually a little impressed.

"It's a little early to get back to camp, how about a drink? As long as you don't slip anything into my drink" he asked, actually hoping that you would agree to get a drink with him. Out of all the women in camp, he always liked you a little more and he was rather interested in you after seeing you work.

"Sure, but I can't promise that" you winked, chuckling to yourself as you agreed to get a drink with him. You had always been interested about Micah, how he behaves is just so strange and annoying compared to the rest of the camp. Sometimes you just wondered why he was like that.

Micah tensed a little when he felt you loop your arm through his but let you do it, walking with you towards the other saloon. You didn't want Gavin Chapman waking up and finding you, causing more trouble than you need.

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You and Micah sat at the bar, drinking together and talking. You were surprised by his interest in your work. Maybe he was just beginning to understand it, or maybe he was just beginning to respect it.

"So, other than flirting, what else do you do?" Micah asked, sipping from his beer bottle and looking at you. You had to admit that it was nice to speak to Micah without him making a snarky comment or just dismissing anything that you had to say like he usually did in camp.

"Well it depends where I am or who the target is. I sometimes play poker, cheating of course, sometimes it's just asking for directions and a little bit of pick-pocketing. Tried my hand at fortune telling once or twice" you explained, taking a drink from your own bottle.

"Fortune telling?" he asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, y'know...like telling people their future, reading palms, and sometimes...in the rare cases even speaking to ghosts if that's what they want. People are willing to pay a fair amount for somethin' like that. There are people out there who really believe in this stuff or people who are desperate enough to want to believe." you nodded, telling him about the rarer yet more interesting parts of your job.

"I had no idea...you don't believe in that stuff do ya?" Micah asked, he never would've guessed that you believed in anything like that.

"No...but it is all rather interesting" you admitted with a small shrug.

"You've got to let me watch ya doin' that" he chuckled slightly, shaking his head as he turned his attention to the drink in his hand.

"'Course! Next time, I'll let you know" you smiled, amazed that Micah Bell was interested in your work at all. It felt kind of nice.

You both drank and talked a little longer, this time not about your work. You talked about the gang and everything else, due to the drinks you began to lose the direction the conversation was going in. You were laughing and Micah found that he much preferred your genuine laugh over your fake flirty giggle. You were listening to some story Micah was telling about one of his latest jobs but you were suddenly pulled up from your chair and pushed up against the bar.

Your eyes widened when you saw Gavin, the man your just robbed. Before Gavin could even say something to you, he was pulled away from you. Micah was quick to his feet, pulling the wealthy man away from you and throwing him to the ground. That act of violence caused a domino effect, several other fights breaking out in the saloon. You cursed, trying to compose yourself again as you watched Micah beating on Gavin. Obviously the other man couldn't put up a fight against the outlaw.

"Micah, come on, let's go before it gets worse" you rambled as your grabbed his shoulder. Micah huffed as he climbed back to his feet, leaving the man on the floor. Micah nodded, grabbing your arm before pulling you out of the bar, making sure to keep you away from the other fights.

"I guess it's a good thing I brought my gun along" you chuckled, wrapping your arm around his once you were out of the saloon. Even you weren't sure whether you did it to keep yourself steady on your feet or just because you wanted too.

"That what you're calling me now?" Micah asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at you, not seeming very bothered by you holding on to his arm. To be honest, he was just shocked that you wanted to hold his arm, most people he knew would rather just fall in the mud.

"Hm...yeah, I like it" you hummed with a small nod, laughing softly to yourself as you both walked towards the wagon you arrived on.

"You're a strange woman, Y/N" he chuckled to himself and shook his head.

"Not as strange as you. Gotta say, it's been nice to see you smile" you admitted, your tone softer and a little more serious now.

"What are ya talking about?" he asked with a small huff.

"You never smile, you always look so angry. You're smilin', or at least...you were. It's nice" you shrugged, smiling softly up at him.

"Real strange woman" Micah hummed to himself, not looking down at you. Something inside him just told him not to look at you right now.

"Thanks for lookin' out for me. Real sweet of ya" you teased him, nudging him slightly. "Hey, Micah?" you asked, a little quietly. Micah hummed and looked down at you this time, his eyes widening when you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was so soft and gentle that he wasn't completely sure your lips were even against his or if he was imagining it.

You pulled back and smiled before completely pulling away from him. "Well, come on. Gotta take me back to camp" you smiled as you wandered over to the wagon, walking ahead of him.

Micah just watched you, confused and surprised. He marked the kiss down to the amount of alcohol you had drank that night, nothing more. That's it, nothing to think about. Nothing at all. Meaningless.

You and Micah climbed onto the wagon, heading home. Micah tensed a little when he felt your head lean against his shoulder but allowed it, he actually quite enjoyed it. No, he didn't. It meant nothing. Meaningless.

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