Could you pretty please write something about Kieran Duffy and fem reader. It could be anything you want, I just need more Kieran content in my life because his knows that guy has a tiny fan-base.
ofc I can sweetie!! just a reminder that I have an almost completed long fic on my ao3 called "Sweet thing, i want you"
Kieran Duffy x fem!reader
3 times Kieran Duffy almost confessed + 1 time he did
"Got a light?" You walked up to Kieran, skirts hitched at your hip during a long, hot day of work.
He short circuited for a moment, blinking a few times before coming to. You had your hands on your hips. You looked down at him as he sat at the scouts fire, and he felt like he was looking up at an angel.
"Oh!" He coughed, "Er, no miss. S-Sorry. They don't trust me with that yet. Then again, I don't got any cigarettes anyway."
You sighed, "Oh, well. S'pose sitting here with good company 's good as any cigarette, right?"
"Yes, miss," He blushed, "Better than any I ever had..."
You smiled at how precious his answer was, open and honest. He'd only been here a couple weeks and already he was growing on you. You were already the woman of his dreams, though. It didn't take him much time to be convinced that, if he can manage it, you'd be his wife one day.
That was the thing, he always felt so undeserving of things. So worthless. But you made him feel hopeful. Like maybe, even if he doesn't deserve it, he can just have this one thing he wants? Please?
"You're sweet," You smile and softly touch his knee.
His heartbeat accelerates and pupils dilate. Is this what love feels like? He has a mind to tell you how he feels, but as soon as he opens his mouth, the moment is gone.
"Well... I best get back to Grimshaw before she gets to me first." You laugh and dust off your skirt, waving him goodbye. He watches you walk away and feels heavy.
"G-Good mornin', miss. Did you... er," He wrings his hands, surprised you haven't kicked him away like a dog yet.
You smile and tap your coffee mug to his, "Yes, I slept fine. Well, as good as you can on the ground. Yourself?"
He relaxes, ever thankful that you can read his mind, "Alright. Gotta get me a bedroll one a' these days..."
"You don't have one?" You gasp, "That won't do. Next time Arthur runs into town you should ask him for one."
For a moment, Kieran is so caught off guard that he laughs, then sobers up, "I don't think Mr. Morgan would like that idea very much."
"Still hung up on that whole O'Driscoll thing?" You huff.
“Yeah… startin’ to feel like they always will be.” He sighs pitifully and it tugs at your heartstrings.
He’s untacking Dutch’s horse when he sees you riding in, a bundle on your horses rump.
“N-Need help with that?” He walks closer, already holding his hands out.
You nod and put your hand in his before dismounting, “You better! It’s all for you.”
“Huh?” His voice cracks, still reeling from the feeling of your hand in his. This next bit of information was already too much.
He takes the bundle down and hauls it over his shoulder. After eating properly and having a safer (marginally) place to stay, he’s put in some weight and gained his strength back. You can’t help but feel he’s gotten more attractive.
He unwrapped the blanket to find a bedroll, among some other random personal effects. Most of all, a lean two.
“Where did ya get all this?” His eyes are wide as saucers.
“Poor fella was camped out in the woods, little farther North. Looks like the raiders got to em’ first. They left all of this and just took the money. Figured we could use it more than his bones could.”
“Well…” He looks down at it, in shock that it’s his. That you thought of him, “I can’t never thank you enough.”
“Nonsense! That’s what family is. Doing things for each other with no hope of return.” Your sweet smile hangs heavy in his chest.
He wants to spit it out right then and there, shout his love from the rooftops. But there’s a frog in his throat he can’t shake.
You softly rub his shoulder as you walk past, “I hope you sleep better tonight, darling.”
Life improved after he got a living space of his own in camp. He bathed more, looked happier, and worked harder. You watched him, sometimes closely, but most from afar. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t proud of him.
He went out with Arthur to check out a real lead. He seemed like he was trying to hide his excitement, playing it cool. But you saw right through him and it warmed your heart.
So when he saw you brushing Branwen after waking in the morning, sore from the chase of the prior day, his heart skipped a beat. You whispered to the steed, softly rubbing the velvet of his snout. He chuffed and nosed you back, making you laugh.
Almost afraid to break the magic of the moment, Kieran gently approached the situation.
“Miss?” He didn’t quite know what to say.
“You got quite the horse, here, Kieran.” You nuzzled into him again.
“Don’t I know it! He’s… well it sounds silly but, he’s my best friend.”
“Oh, I understand. Mine is too. Precious animals. They got hearts and minds.”
It was like angels were singing with every word, “I agree! And no horse is like another. Real personalities. Like people.”
You chatted about horses, each sentence punctuated by a pet to Branwen. Your fingers and hands danced around one another, careful not to touch. But as you were lost in conversation, you hands brushed over another. You both stilled, hands layered over another.
For a beat you both just locked eyes, not sure whether you should look away. Whether you should move your hands.
You cheeks flushed, “Uh… sorry I lost my train of thought. You were saying?”
He shook his head softly, “I… don’t remember.”
He really almost said it that time, but how was he to know that you’d say yes?! The risk rattled him and he couldn’t follow through.
“So, you don’t like Irishmen, then?” A perma-drunk Sean slurred around the fire.
You shifted in your seat, trying with all your might not to look at Kieran.
“I like Irishmen… I like all sorts of men.”
“Then why not give me a chance, yeah? Got the accent ta prove it!”
You shook your head, “Just cause I like Irishmen don’t mean I like you.”
“Ha!” Javier blurts out, tuning his guitar to the side.
“Well then… if you like Irishmen so much, why don’t ya kiss ol’ Duffy over der’? Not that he’s a real one.”
Your eyes snap to him, and his to yours. You look back at Sean. He’s smug, like he’s doled out some punishment instead of your dream.
“Only if he wants me to.” You shrug, feigning disinterest.
“Course he does! Gets no action, poor lad.” Sean laughs.
Kieran reddens, walking towards you. He sits next to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders. You tense before relaxing, not expecting his surge in confidence. Javier and Sean watch in silence with wide eyes. They didn’t expect it either.
Your face feels hot and you’d rather be alone for this, but you can tell Kieran wants them to see. For them to leave him alone at last.
With only an understanding look in his eye as warning, he leans forward. The kiss is no peck, but chaste enough. There’s more to it than a simple dare, and you know that. You think everyone does.
You can’t help yourself, curling your hands in his shirt and pulling him into you. You tilt your head.
“Damn!” Javier mutters, a breathy chuckle following it.
Sean seems annoyed, but when was he not? He shrugs and looks to the side.
You break away, realizing that you just kissed Kieran in front of an audience, although small.
You wipe your clammy hands on your dress, “There you go…”
You get up and dart away into the woods, searching high and low for fresh air. You hear a twig snap and turn around to see none other than Kieran behind you.
“Y’alright? I didn’t… bother you did I?” He’s wringing his hands. Hat askew like he rushed over to you.
“No!” You shout quickly, “No. You didn’t. I just got a little… flustered, is all.”
He smirks, “Good. Just didn’t want you to hate me now.” He laughs in a self deprecating way.
“I don’t. I couldn’t, Kieran.”
“Kind of ya.” He steps forward, just grazing his fingers over your arm, “I ain’t good with words, Miss. And I want to say something nice to ya.”
You nod your head and step closer, almost certain you know where this is going.
“Well I’m sweet on ya, Miss. I know you probably don’t feel the same but I need you to know anyhow.”
Your heart is thumping so hard you almost feel the electricity sparking through you. You grab his hands in desperation, “I like you, too. I can’t get the words out either.”
He’s stunned and beaming, verging on tears, “Then can I just kiss you?”
“Please.” You twirl from side to side, skirts swishing. Your lips meet and that electricity zaps between you both, tongues darting out at last to taste his sweetness.
“I love you.” He whispers bashfully into your hair.
You lean forward and peck his cheek, “I love you, too.”
You both laugh, basking in the euphoria of the moment. What did he do to deserve you? He plans on taking the rest of his life to find out.
Ok yay! Hope you like it :) short but sweet for our sweetest boy
