Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots

Micah Bell: She's Mine Part 2

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Micah sat at a table in the camp with Bill, a bottle of whiskey between them and a glass in front of them both. You climbed onto the seat next to your father, sending Uncle Bill a small smile and he responded by nodding at you. Bill didn't really talk much but it never bothered you.

You curiously eyed the glass and the brown liquid that Micah was drinking. You knew that you weren't allowed to drink it, since that's what Uncle Dutch told you, but that only made you more curious.

Bill chuckled to himself when he saw you watching the glass. Micah furrowed his brow at Bill, wondering what was so funny. Bill nodded towards you, Micah turned to you and noticed your curiosity, making him chuckle.

"Fine, I see ya eyeballin' my drink" Micah chuckled before sliding the glass towards you. "Only a small sip, deal?" He raised an eyebrow, his hand still wrapped around the glass.

"Deal!" You smiled happily and Micah let go of the glass.

You took the glass in your hands before taking a sip, instantly coughing as you placed the glass back down. You pulled a face of disgust, sticking your tongue out and screwing your eyes shut, as you pushed the glass back towards your father.

"You'll get used to it" Micah chuckled as he took the glass back. "But not for another few years" he told you, ruffling your hair teasingly, before taking a sip from the glass.

"At least a decade" Bill chuckled along at your disgusted reaction, and Micah nodded in agreement with his comment.

Micah started drinking at a young age, his father didn't care much about what he or Amos did, if anything their father encouraged drinking. Told them that it made them men, or something like that. But Micah cared about you more than anything, he found himself getting protective over you even when it came to things that he never thought would bother him. Such as drinking. He was determined to give you a better childhood that he had.

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Today you seemed to be extra energetic, seeming to be purposely annoying the hell out of Micah. Sometimes he thought that you just annoyed him because you thought it was funny. Micah had a surprisingly high tolerance to your antics, considering he normally wouldn't think twice about shooting someone who was annoying him even a little bit.

"Daddy, are you listening to me?" you asked with a slight pout, looking up at your father. He was walking through the camp and you were following him, your little legs working hard to keep up with his longer strides.

"Yeah yeah, I'm listening" Micah nodded but even you could tell that he was lying.

"No you're not!" you argued, beginning to stomp your feet.

"I am" he defended himself, glancing down at you. Still lying. He tried to listen to you, he really did, but how could he keep listening when you keep rambling about nonsense?

"You're lying, Daddy" you insisted as you reached up and tugged on the sleeve of his shirt.

"I wouldn't lie to ya" Micah assured you, a smirk forming on his lips.

"You're lying again!" you laughed and you tugged on his sleeve again, this time a little harder.

"Alright, alright. Come here" Micah grunted as he picked you up and sat you down on top of Baylock. A smile instantly formed on your face, you loved Baylock and you loved when your father would take you on horse rides. You smiled happily to yourself as you ran your fingers through his mane.

You turned to look at your father with a smile, only to see him walking away from you. "Daddy!" you called out to him, fully knowing that you couldn't get down without somebody's help.

"Yeah?" Micah asked with a laugh as he turned back to you, beginning to walk backwards and away from you.

"Lift me down!" You shouted at him. Micah had put you there knowing that you couldn't get down by yourself, consider it a time out.

"Hmm...no, not until you calm down" he shook his head after pretending to ponder the decision.

You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted. Micah was the expert at unusual punishment, but he was never cruel towards you. He didn't hit you and he barely shouted at you, he only shouted if you didn't something that put you in danger. He had snapped once or twice at you when he was in a bad mood but he usually tried his best not too.

Despite your pouting, Micah continued to walk backwards. "Fine" you huffed, looking around before just deciding to attempt to get down by yourself.

Micah's eyes widened when he saw you turning around and about to hop down from the horse. He cursed before running towards you, normally you were more sensible than that. You were getting bolder and less fearful, he didn't know whether to be proud of you or worried about your wellbeing.

Micah managed to catch you before you hit the ground, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest while you just laughed. "Fucking hell, kid" Micah mumbled, you were going to give him a heart attack, before placing you down on your feet.

You keep him on his toes, that's for sure.

If there was one thing that was certain, you were definitely your father's daughter. Micah could see you getting into all sorts of trouble in the future, just like he had done and will probably do again.

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