Summary: After crossing paths with Anton Chigurh, he decided to let you tag along with him. Keeping you like a little token. Yet you had no idea what he does, what he’s capable of…Until one day you see it.
Death is a man with a cattle gun
Summary: The life Anton leads is one that terrifies you, Will you stay?…
Get out…
Summary: Determined to see if Anton has any emotion, You decide to see if you can annoy the calm and quiet man…
Coin collector
Summary: You find something Anton is interested in, even if he doesn’t even say…
His…
Summary: Anton gives you the briefest sign that your his…
Anton headcannon
Summary: Anton’s reaction to reader who’s like him.
Gentle touches…
Smut ‼️
Summary: You are soaking in the bath when Anton decides to finally give in to your stares.
Quiet life
Summary: A quiet life with your lover and baby…
Milestones…
Summary: Milestones of you and your little family….
A kiss to the cheek
Summary: how would anyone react to a kiss on the cheek?…
Giving birth…
Summary: your water breaks in the middle of nowhere..
I’ve abandoned this account by accident and got caught up in life I’ve been struggling, conflicted, stressed and everything else 💀🥀
I wanna write for Anton still 💅✨ and my red dead redemption story is coming along nicely! I have three chapters wrote! And I’ve still been working on my comic book!
I know I have a bunch of requests to get done but I really wanna write a Charles smith x reader set in the 1980s (Thunderheart movie inspired with a pinch of Yellowstone tv show vibes lmao) where he’s a farmhand with Arthur and John for the sheriff Dutch! (Micah’s a deputy and still his nasty self ) I already have 1k words on the first chapter I’m still working on 🤭😝
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I love your Anton Chigurh x reader writing! I was wondering what would happen if y/n got hurt by another hitman/target and he either..
- walked in while y/n was being attacked
Or..
- came home and found y/n very injured !
Thank you so much!! I hope you're having a great day!! :3
He’d be absolutely furious at whoever was fool enough to lay hands on his innocent reader 💀
Warnings/disclaimers: Death mentioned. Blood mentioned (it gets on reader). Violence!
Summary: You get attacked while Anton is gone.
The television mounted on the wall plays some old western show, a sheriff having a shoot off with the bandits in black and white grainy picture. You sat comfortably on the edge of the bed, hands in your lap while you quietly watched the show. You were waiting for Anton to return, remembering his specific words before he left.
“Don’t open the door for anyone but me” He said, putting his shotgun in his duffel bag. A box of bullets as well.
You shift on your feet, speaking as softly as ever as you watch him prepare. “How do I know it’s you?…” You ask and he stops, hands on the bag as his eyes find yours.
“The peephole…” He clarified and zips the bag up as you nod and watch him sling it over his shoulders. “Keep the door locked, stay quiet and wait for me” With that being said, he left.
And you’ve been waiting for hours, wishing he’d just brought you with him. You hate being by yourself and feeling cooped up.
With a quiet sigh, you flip through channels, settling on some old film before you jump at the abrupt loud knock.
You stand quietly with furrowed brows, walking over to the door just as quietly as Anton showed you, standing straighter to look through the peephole and it’s not Anton…
It’s a large man, wearing brown trousers and a white button up shirt. He looked angry and it makes you move back from the door. Your heart painfully skipped a beat as you feel the fear causing your blood to run cold.
You quickly move to the beside drawer to look for the knife Anton gave you but realize you left it in the vehicle he took.
You curse under your breath and move too quick, knocking the lamp down and your eyes widen. The man outside pounds on the door and wiggles the knob now.
“That you?! Chigurh?!” You run to the bathroom and lock the door, there is no window to escape from and you curl up into the bathtub and closed your eyes tight, hands on your ears.
All survival instincts forgotten, especially when you hear the cracking of wood and the door swinging open to hit the wall. Loud footsteps as the man wrecks the room looking for Anton…
“Ain’t the big bad bastard everyone makes you out to be! Hidin like some coward!” You felt your chest tighten, hands shaking as you try to shrink back into the porcelain tub.
Then the door opens, the shower curtain draws back and you scream as the man looks down at you, surprised but soon angry again as he grabs you by the hair, pulling you up as you scream in pain and fear, fists punching at his arm, scratching him as he throws you to the floor and looks over the blood you brought to his arm.
“Where’s Chigurh at? Uh? Is he hidin?…I know he’s here somewhere I watched him rent this room out!” The man spoke but you couldn’t listen as he lands a kick to your ribs, it stings and you laid on the floor gasping for air.
He jerks you up by your arms, slamming you against the wall and grabbing your jaw to make you speak to him, spittle hitting your face as he yells in your face. But before he can hurt you any further you feel hot liquid on your face and your ears ring.
“Keep your eyes closed” Anton’s voice cuts through your fear stricken mind and you do as he says, keeping your eyes squeezed shut. Anton is furious, kicking the lifeless man onto his back, getting a good look at him, another hitman. One after him.
You didn’t feel the man’s hands on you, you heard the heavy thud of him hitting the floor and you know what’s on your face and you felt tears streaming down your crimson covered cheeks.
“I didn’t—i didn’t tell him anything…i didn’t say nothing…” You cried out and Anton shushed you, gently grabbing your arm and leading you into the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on, feel him stripping your clothes off before he guides you to the tub. He washes your face, making sure any trace of the man’s blood is off you.
“Where was your knife?…” He asks, deep rasp sounding more stern and you open your eyes, seeing the crimson water run down the drain.
“I-I thought I had it…it was supposed to be in the table” You can’t meet his eyes, knowing he’d be disappointed with you for leaving it in the vehicle.
He lets out a deep breath and drags the washcloth over your shoulders. His eyes on your already bruising ribs…I watched your face as he pokes at them, adding some pressure and hearing you whimper as you jerk away from the touch.
“I shouldn’t have left you alone” He says quietly and looks up at your tearful eyes, how your lip trembles and you shake.
You glance at him and see how his eyes glare at the drain now, the shower pelting down on you as you curled up, letting the man’s blood wash off you.
You stay quiet as he speaks again, “it’s dangerous for you to be alone” You sniffle and look down as he turns the shower off, guiding you back up as he wraps you in a towel, drying you off and putting you in one of his shirts, you don’t have any other clothes. He’d have to get you more.
And so he puts you in the vehicle, shielding you from the sight of your attacker whose head had been shot.
And you both flee the scene, right before the police got there. You were still shaking, ribs sore, jaw bruising from the man’s grip and Anton drives with one hand, resting his other on your leg. A rare moment of comfort from him, but it’s one you cherish as you close your eyes and lean your head on the window….
Anton would never leave you alone, never. Wherever he goes you go, to protect you from people who come after him…
I know I have a bunch of requests to get done but I really wanna write a Charles smith x reader set in the 1980s (Thunderheart movie inspired with a pinch of Yellowstone tv show vibes lmao) where he’s a farmhand with Arthur and John for the sheriff Dutch! (Micah’s a deputy and still his nasty self ) I already have 1k words on the first chapter I’m still working on 🤭😝
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Your fics live in my head rent free (like literally, I'm waiting for new pieces like a man starved) and few days ago I got that thought that we (aka Anton's wifey) would most likely give birth to his kid/kids in some stolen car in the middle of nowhere. I know that Anton would for sure hide us somewhere but let's just indulge in a thought that for example his enemies found us and he had to drive us to another spot and then BOOM! Our water broke! I am so curious about Anton's reaction and what he would do in such situation.
I feel like he’d already know the moment you mention being pregnant that he’s the one helping you deliver the baby lmao.
Warnings/disclaimers: pregnant reader! Childbirth. Short. Death mentioned!
Summary: Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere…
Anton has been educating himself on the process of delivering a baby, He stole a book on it from the last public library you two passed. The book medically describing every small detail on it.
He reads it, learning possible dangers, learning how to do all this safely without medical equipment. Because he knows you won’t see a doctor or have anyone else deliver it but him. Just like how he treats himself if he’s to ever become injured during a job.
So he finds a home, helps you settle down instead of hopping from motel to motel. He watches your belly grow, steals some medication and medical supplies he’d need for when it’s time to have the baby and he has it stored safely in your new home.
But of course, the very reason he never settles down suddenly comes knocking at the door to remind him why he has to be on the move.
It’s nothing he can’t handle though and he of course takes care of the sudden guests while you stay tucked away in the bedroom covering your ears to drown out the gunshots.
“We’re leaving…” Anton returns to you, gun in his hand as he stands in the doorway of the room, your belly rounded as you were due any day.
You furrow your brows and look at Anton with soft confusion, hand moving to hold your belly now. “But this is our home?…” You say, finally having the nursery done in that soft pale yellow you loved…
“We’re leaving…” He repeats and starts grabbing the medical stuff he had stored up, blankets and the baby bag you made before he goes outside with you in tow. Thankfully covering the corpse with a sheet.
He throws everything in the back of the truck k once outside at the car, the book he’s been reading on the center console as he gets inside and starts driving.
The road is long, isolated and in the middle of nowhere. Your belly cramps mildly but you shrug it off as Braxton hicks, the false contractions you’ve been experiencing that Anton told you about. So your hand rubs your belly, head laid on the truck window as you close your eyes and take a deep steady breath.
But you whimpered as the pain got worse then before, tensing up beside Anton who gives you a side eye.
“What?…” He asks, continuing to drive as you drop your head back on the seat, eyes squeezing shut.
“It-it hurts…my belly…” You manage to get the words out through clenched teeth, white knuckling the seat between you both.
Anton gives you a once over, then his eyes go back to the road as you let out whines, whimpers and hisses of pain.
He knows these aren’t Braxton hicks, He can see the pain your in and it’s only confirmed as you let out a loud pained cry, watering breaking as the truck pulls over.
“Anton….” You cried out and he’s already stepping out of the truck and setting the blankets up in the bed of the truck for you.
Then he leads you to the makeshift delivery station he’s made, helping you strip and put on the white nightgown he had packed for you.
And your pained screams and wails echo in the desert, hands gripping the side of the truck. No pain meds as you laid there under the setting sun giving birth to your baby in the middle of nowhere in the bed of a stolen truck.
And after a painful hour of labor, you finally hear the crying of a baby and drop your head back with a choked breath. Watching with hazy tear filled eyes as Anton holds the baby in one arm, cutting the umbilical cord with his free hand and cleaning the baby off.
“It’s a girl…” He says and wraps her up, handing her to you as he begins cleaning you up, looking you over. “You did good” He says after and watches as you gently cradle your baby, smiling weakly.
“She’s beautiful…” You say softly and closed your eyes, feeding her as Anton finishes up his work.
The moon hung high in the sky as you held your baby in your arms, feeding her as you both drive down the road once more. You were still in pain but Anton gave you medicine now, taking you to a motel to rest properly.
I’m slumped with work, I work at home (it’s basically a daycare at this point ) and I’ve received life changing news that’s both exciting and depressing so my writing is still on hold with the requests 😔🥀
Hiiii ✨️, I was talking to an Anton Chigurh bot a few moments ago, hehe. There came a moment where I kissed him on the cheek and he started acting really affectionate. XD
I immediately started thinking about how he would actually react. I immediately thought of you 😸, and I don't know if you're interested in doing a little Anton Chigurh x Y/n. 👉👈
Sure, only if you're interested ✨️. Have a nice day.
I feel honored! 🖤
And I’m so sorry it took so long for me to start writing again 🥀
I love chatting with the Anton bots too though lol, they are fun! I haven’t done that in awhile though 🤣
And I hope you have a nice day too! Sorry this took so long 🥀🖤
Warnings/disclaimers:
Summary:
The road is vast, just like the desert land around. The sun scorching the asphalt that’s cracked and had potholes occasionally. It’s been hours since you’ve both been driving, Anton claiming he had to drive to the other side of Texas for a job…
So you were restless, moving around in your seat as you fiddle with a pen. Your boredom making you sigh deeply as you turn to look at Anton, ever the silent and stoic man.
“When’s the next stop?” You ask, turning in your seat to look at Anton.
His response wasn’t immediate, gripping the wheel and glancing over the land before you both. But eventually he speaks. “Not for a while” Short and simple as always.
You sighed again and sit back in your seat, tapping the pen against the spot between you and Anton.
“Can we stop so I can stretch my legs?” You ask even if you knew the answer already.
“No….” He rasps out and you let out a deep breath and throw your head back on the seat.
Anton knew you were bored out of your mind, He’s surprised it took you this long to start complaining about it…
“Why not?” You ask and turn your head to stare at him as he drove, his expression unreadable as usual, eyes focused on the vastness ahead. You knew he just wanted to get to the destination and finish the job.
“It will be an unnecessary delay…” He side eyes you, adjusting his hands on the wheel, the leather making the faintest noise as he did so.
You sighed for what felt like the hundredth time and look at the road ahead, frowning some as you felt cooped up…
But a small smile tugs at your lips as you look at him once more, scooting closer. The way he tenses not going unnoticed by you, your arms brushing together.
Before he can question what exactly your doing, you press a big kiss to his cheek, making the intense and always serious man set there tensely for a moment, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Your hand on his shoulder tenderly rubbing and your smile soft as you see the man swallow.
You always found new ways to throw him off guard. Even if it is unintentionally most times…
Anton could feel his skin tingle on the place your lips had just been, the ever stoic and quiet hitman keeps his eyes on the road before he speaks.
“What was that for?” He inquired in a lowered voice, not even looking in your direction.
You shrug and lay your head on his shoulder as you smile to yourself. “Just because…” You say and move to hug his arm, eyes closing.
Anton hums in response, your answer unusually not as descriptive like most times.
If it were any other person to even dare trying to kiss his cheek? He’d have them gone in the blink of an eye, But it was you, His sweet and gentle companion…
