Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots

Micah Bell: Familiar

Micah Bell X Female Reader

Summary: Micah runs into an old 'friend' from his childhood, it's time to catch up and remember the old times.

WARNINGS: non-descriptive underage sex, sexual themes (nothing descriptive)

Italics are flash backs

It's a long one, sorry, I got carried away XD

Word Count: 7700

Micah watched as Arthur rode away before turning his horse around and riding in the opposite direction. Arthur had just begrudgingly broken Micah out of the jail in Strawberry but Micah knew that he couldn't return to camp without something to make Dutch happy. Yes, he had messed up and he needed a peace offering for Dutch. Some cash should do the job.

Micah continued to ride towards the small camp he had set up outside of Strawberry, he would start his search for a peace offering tomorrow. Once he was cleaned up, had a drink, and got some sleep.

Baylock came to a halt when a woman on a horse rode out in front of him, she had most likely been waiting for somebody to pass by. Her gun was raised and aimed on Micah, great, this was just what he needed right now.

The woman was buff, more muscular than any woman he had met before. She was also pretty tall, but it was hard to judge since she was on horseback. Micah couldn't help but smirk a little but, she could definitely immaculate a few men.

However, the most noticeable quality about her was her mask that covered her face. The mask was definitely hand carved, pretty well for that matter, she had obviously spent some time on it.

You held up your gun, aiming it at the dishevelled man on the horse. You frowned to yourself when you realised that he probably wouldn't have anything valuable on him, but you could at least take the horse and sell it.

"Alright, don't do anything stupid and you won't have to get hurt. So please, do something stupid" you warned him, a smirk appearing on your lips even though he couldn't see it.

"I ain't the mood to fuck around, just get out of the way" the blonde man practically growled, you had obviously caught him at a bad time.

You took a moment to study the man, something about him seemed so familiar. After a moment, you recognised the face, even if it was bruised and beaten and he was covered in dirt. You couldn't help but wonder what sort of fight he had been in.

He was older now, of course, just over 30 years older if your memory serves you well. He had put on some weight. His dirty blonde hair had grown longer and he had grown some facial hair, but it was still him. You could see the family resemblance to his father, but there wasn't a lot. There wasn't enough resemblance for you to be sickened by the sight of him.

What made you certain that you knew this man was his eyes. His piercing eyes, unreadable as they glared at you.

"Micah Bell?" you asked, your voice softening a little but your aim remained on him.

"Who's askin'?" he asked after a small hesitation. You almost laughed at his question, he was just as defensive and hostile as ever. It was definitely him even if his voice was deeper and more gravelly now.

"Y/N L/N" you told him, knowing that it was him. Even after all this time you would recognise him.

"...Y/N?...holy shit" Micah's eyes widened slightly. Of course he remembered that name, how couldn't he? "You've...grown" he commented, taking some more time to take in your appearance. The only things about you that was recognisable was your hair colour and your voice was familiar even though it had change a bit.