Red Dead Redemption 2 - ONE-SHOTS & IMAGINES

Sean x Reader

Sitting atop your Connemara, you looked around the area you were now in. You looked at all the sashes and rosettes on Kodak's neck. He was always loved by the judges. It was for some pictures. You were competing at the 2019 RDS Dublin Horse Show. Kodak had placed in all 14 of his classes over 5 days. You couldn't have been happier with him. He was also named Supreme Connemara Champion, and Supreme Working Hunter Champion. 

His neck was completely covered in rosettes, and he had 3 huge rosettes on his bridle. You had some on his saddle and around the string that held your number on. He also had 2 separate fleece rugs on top of each other for being made Supreme Champion twice. You clucked Kodak into a walk, and he was still in competition mode, carrying his head nicely and picking his feet up properly. 

You were clearly in a time period from before automobiles. There were no cars and many people got around in wagons or on horseback. Must've also been somewhere in America since there were no English saddles, only Western ones. You let out a stressed sigh before giving Kodak a small squeeze, and since you were wearing spurs he shot forward to a working trot. 

People looked at you oddly. You weren't surprised. You had a navy velvet show helmet, your tweed show jacket, yellow show breeches and tall English style riding boots. You peeled off of the main road and started wandering down a small track. You heard voices to your left and when you looked, saw smoke and what looked like some covered wagons. 

You weren't going up that track. No thank you. It was most likely some gang of murdering outlaws. You were walking past the entrance to the trail that led to the camp when a gunshot was fired in the distance. Kodak reared up and you fell off. He galloped up the track and you sighed, dusting yourself off and doing the walk of shame to catch your horse. 

"Woah boy! You're alright, calm down! Shhh, there, we go." You heard an Irish voice say, more specifically a Donegal accent. You saw the red-haired man holding Kodak's reins and petting his neck, trying to calm him down. "You're a beautiful boy, y'know that? I haven't seen no Connemara ponies since I left Ireland. You are picture perfect my boy!" 

You couldn't help but feel some pride when he complimented Kodak like that. He was a home-bred horse. Slowly walking up to him as to not disturb the man, you simply wanted to go back to 2019 Ireland. You tapped the man on the shoulder and he spun around. Bad idea (Y/N). You quickly had a gun at your temple and you froze. 

"What are you doing here?!" He barked. He held the gun with his right hand and Kodak's reins with his left. 

"You have my horse. He spooked at a gunshot, and reared. I fell off and noticed he bucked it up here, I just need my horse mate." You explained quietly and he let his guard down, bringing the gun to his side. 

"Oh, grand. Just a question, what are these circle things on him? Why is your saddle so weird?" He asked, fiddling with the rosettes Kodak had on him. You smiled before explaining to him. 

"They're rosettes. Prizes from a horse show. Kodak has an English style riding saddle on his back," You said quietly, taking the reins from the man. His mouth went into an 'O' shape and you couldn't help but chuckle. You pushed past him and placed your left foot in your left stirrup and lifted yourself into the saddle gracefully. 

You tipped your helmet to him and turned around and cantered off. 

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A few months later you found yourself staying in a city called Saint Denis. Well, an 1899 city. In 2019 it was simply a town. You walked towards the stable and tacked up your horse. He nuzzled you and you smiled before giving him an apple from your pocket. You gave him a good groom and took off his two coolers, along with the heavier rug you'd made. 

You carefully tacked Kodak up and led him out of his stable. Fastening your helmet, you placed your left foot in your stirrup and carefully mounted. You tipped your helmet at the stable owner and made you way to a small town called Rhodes, where you worked as a barmaid. 

After the 30 minute ride, you arrived at the town. You took out Kodak's bit, loosened his girth and let him graze on some grass. He would stay put, he was a clever animal. 

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Wiping down the bar, you looked up when you saw the saloon doors open yet again for, what felt like the millionth time that night. When you looked up you met his eyes, and his eyes met yours. That familiar red-head. 

When Sean looked at the bar, he met your eyes. That familiar (H/C)...