A/N: The promised list from this post. Gender-neutral reader. Everyone can be tormented! Also atp I am so far behind Kinktober and so burnt out and busy I will just have to finish it late </3
There's no question of if Javier's attachment to you is secure based on how irritating he is. And if he's feeling insecure, he will go about playfully proclaiming you love me! followed by a suspicious ...right?
Javier definitely steals your food. If you're really hungry, he won't. He'll think about doing it but he isn't heartless, so he won't. If it's a snack, it's going to be his for the sole reason that it will piss you off. He's leaned over and taken bites out of food while you were holding it in your bare hands. He's like a seagull, or perhaps a rude horse.
He also enjoys making sure you won't want it back. Javier will eat just about anything given the fact pickings are usually slim, and he doesn't like to waste food or animal remains. It began as genuine suggestions and meal prepping, but now he also makes suggestions simply to gross you out. Goat eyes? Yes, please!
Walks with him are either romantic or Hellish. If he can be, he's attached at your hip. This is fine when he's trying to woo you, because that tone strikes up a sort of truce. When it's a short walk to get away or just for travel, Javier is knocking your hip with his to throw you off balance or swinging your hands higher and higher until you say something.
If you bend over, he will be there. Instantly. Consider it his sixth sense. It's either a squeeze on the hips, a smack on the ass, or Javier outright rutting on you until you shove him away or start laughing. If you tell him to stop, he will. Until then, it's a safer bet to squat down instead.
Javier will just... move you around. He will grab your hand, leg, shoulder — whatever he can get to — and reposition it. Usually, it's so that you two are closer than before or are touching in some way. If you're already cuddling, then he's just dicking around. The only times he's looked genuinely sorry for it is when you've complained that you were almost asleep and then he yanked on your arm just because.
If you misspeak in front of him, you might have to shoot him. Javier will mock you for hours. Stuttering? He will laugh and ask if he makes you nervous, or tell you how it cute it is. Forgetting a word? He'll never say that sentence correctly again. Accidentally made an innuendo? He's going to turn into a monster. Like most things, if it genuinely upsets you, he won't do it again. If you're only vaguely annoyed? Well, that's the reaction he's after.
Hello! I was wondering if you could do a small thing if you gave Javier a gift?
I think if I ever found a gold bar, I'd take it to a jeweler and melt it down to make a simple cross and chain. Something he can hide along his neck scar.
I am dying to tell him, "eres mi rey,y te debes de vestir en oro" (you're my king, and you should be dressed in gold).
I need to see that thing dangling off of him in private moments; I want to spoil him sm . Help ;-;
hello dear @questionablylarge ! something was wrong with your request (or i was too dumb to know how to reply), so i had to submit it again myself lol! anyways i hope you like this 🤍i slightly changed the prompt, but i think the essence of the story remained the same! I hope you enjoy nonetheless
Golden Boy
plot: reader finds some jewelry and decides to turn it into a gift for Javier
javier x f!reader, slight canon deviation (there is now a goldsmith in Valentine because i said so), javier is a sexy beast but what else is new
wc: 2.3k
It was a nice day in West Elizabeth when you made your way back to Horseshoe Overlook on your mare. The evening sun stood low, gently warming the cool air of the Heartlands, a pleasant feeling for your aching body. You had ridden for some time now, long enough to witness the night turn into dusk, dousing the hills in a pink hue, and now, as evening set in, you were still on the move. Exhaustion settled in your bones, along with a feeling of dread when you thought about the fact that you still had quite the journey ahead of you — Valentine wasn't even in view yet.
You patted your horse's neck soothingly as you brought her to a halt in front of a desolate little homestead you knew to be Watson's Cabin. Arthur had told you about what went on there, how he had dealt with some crazy old hag and her equally crazy sons. Grateful for his handiwork, you dismounted to explore your resting place for the time being. There was a grave in the yard, which was about the only thing that made it stand out from any of the other decrepit shacks littered across the Heartlands.
The door responded with a rusty creak when you opened it, and you could see the specks of dust wildly whirling around the room at the movement. You were the first person to visit the place for quite some time, you reckoned. The thought pleased you. Nonetheless, the barrel of your Shotgun entered the shack before you did. Only after a thorough look around, you deemed it safe enough to follow suit.
Same as the exterior, the inside of the cabin didn't strike you as particularly unusual; a fireplace that was still covered in soot and ashes, some kitchenware, and a back room that offered the view of a singular bed in the corner, which you had no intention of sleeping in. You scrunched up your nose at the unpleasant smell of stale alcohol and rotten wood, but decided to persevere through the stench; it beat having to sleep under the stars. The stories about the less friendly sort of people hunting for prey at night were enough for you to know that much.
You lit the candles that were placed across the room by the previous host as the night grew darker. The golden light cast by the fire made the place seem almost friendly-looking as you settled in. A pleased hum escaped your throat, but the feeling didn't last long; the growling of your stomach prompted you to move, hoping Arthur had left something behind for you to take. There wasn't much the small kitchen space had to offer save for some canned vegetables you indulged in. As you were scanning the place for more agreeable food, something else caught your attention. Through the open door into the bedroom, a small, barely noticeable lockbox twinkled at you suspiciously.
Upon further inspection, you knew your eyes hadn't deceived you. It was filled to the brim with jewelry; some golden emblem rings, a nice enough pearl necklace, and an ugly brooch you were sure would all make a pretty dollar at the fence by Emerald Ranch. You smiled victoriously at the haul, the hunger now long forgotten as your pockets were sagging under the weight of the gold. You decided to settle for the night as your tired joints protested with every movement. Sleep was quick to catch up to you, rested against the fireplace after snuffing out every candle but one.
You awoke in the early hours of the morning, eager to leave the place as soon as you could. As you rode back to Valentine, your initial plans about selling the jewelry had shifted; you found a better use for it. Way better. The nervous pounding that began in your heart reached your ears when you stepped into the goldsmith's store, barely taking note of the silvery bell ringing, notifying the man of your presence. You felt out of place in the pristine surroundings, expensive pearls and charms catching your eye. The nervous shuffling of your feet must have given you away, because the jeweler offered you a kind smile. The fact that it didn't reach his eyes, giving your dirty, worn getup a scrutinizing one-over, didn't go unnoticed by you.
"What can I do for you, miss?" He asked you, pencil mustache slightly twitching.
"I, uh, I was wondering if you could turn these into a nice lookin' necklace for me. I was thinkin' maybe a cross." You stuttered as you placed the stolen bag on the counter with a soft thump. "I inherited those." You quickly added, noticing his suspicious glance at the strange array of riches in the bag.
"That so?" He eyed you carefully as he displayed the contents on the glass top. After some poking and prodding, probably making sure the gold was genuine, he spoke up again. "I can do that. How 'bout I turn the brooch and the rings into your necklace and you give me the pearls in turn?" His fingers pointed to the ivory droplets.
"Yeah, that works." You agreed, having no idea whether he just ripped you off or not. Jewelry wasn't something you usually cared much for. He took your loot and nodded, pleased with himself.
"Come back in 2 days, ma'am." He had already turned his back to you, presumably to start working. You took the hint and left, a giddy feeling settling in your stomach.
Time seemed to move achingly slow the next two days. You found yourself feeling on edge at the thought of your surprise. Javier and you had been seeing each other for quite some time now, although neither of you had had the courage to name the thing you had going on. Labels meant that it became real. Real meant that it would end up hurting, one way or another. After long nights of secretly sneaking into each other's tents and beating around the bush, though, you decided you had enough. That night in Watson's cabin, when your first thought was him as you held the jewelry in your hand, you decided to bite the bullet. You had to confront your feelings either way.
There was a tingle in your fingertips when you rode your trusty mare, two days having finally passed. You hitched her at a post before the shop and got off with wobbly knees. The distantly familiar ding of the bell announced your arrival yet again. The man's demeanor seemed to have shifted since last time. Probably since you'd already paid him, and your ragged shirt and pants were replaced by a clean, appropriate blouse and skirt. He smiled at you, earnestly this time.
"I've been expecting you."
The goldsmith retrieved your order from the back of the store, an unassuming black box. He handed it to you, and you almost didn't dare to touch the delicate little thing.
"He's a lucky man, whoever he is." He said and winked at you. You felt your cheeks flush at his comment, only responding with a curt nod as you rushed outside. Impatience crowded your mind. Javier was supposed to be back from a hunting trip with Charles this evening, which gave you plenty of time to worry about his reaction.
Dawn came slowly, the sun seemed to linger longer than usual. You paced back and forth in front of your tent, wearing your nicest dress. You even asked Mary-Beth to curl your hair — it now cascaded down your shoulders in pretty locks. Her presence calmed your nerves as she encouraged you softly. She was the only one who knew about you and Javier's… entanglement, and had been in favor ever since.
"There is no logical reason as to why he'd turn you down, dear." She gave you a reassuring smile and fixed the last of the flyaway hairs. "You should see the way he looks at you. I wish I had someone see me like that. Like some precious jewel or somethin'." Mary-Beth sighed dreamily at the thought. You were about to tell her that there was a literal queue of men who would throw themselves at her feet if given the chance, but were rudely interrupted by your man in question.
Javier and Charles rode into camp, horses stacked with fresh goods. She glanced at you knowingly and gave you a pat on the bum, ushering you forward. "Speak of the devil. Go get your fella, darlin'." You shot her a look at her behavior, to which she only responded with a giggle. Damn that woman.
Javier had barely noticed Pearson's yapping about the stew as he hauled the rabbits and squirrels on the cook's table. His mind had been elsewhere as soon as he caught sight of you in that dress. Behind him, Charles let out a knowing chuckle as he followed his gaze.
"I think there's someone that wants to talk to you." He nudged Javier's ribs and nodded into your direction. You were stood by a tree away from camp, fiddling with a loose thread on your dress sleeve. Realising the pair of eyes on you, you straightened your posture and gave the men a small wave. Javier's heart doubled in size at the sight of you, and he turned to Charles apologetically. He needed to talk to you now.
"Go. It's fine." There was a pleased smile on the other man's face, and he patted Javier's back reassuringly. He took a deep breath and made his way over to your tree, ignoring the way his heart raced.
"Hello, cariña." He held out his hand for you to take when he was sure you were out of eye-and earshot. The small giggle that escaped your throat at the pet name did things to him he wouldn't dare admit to you. You were only in this for fun, after all.
"Can we talk?" You cursed yourself for the nervous tone in your voice. "I was thinkin' we could go on a little walk together." He looked at you questioningly, but nodded nonetheless.
The pair of you trudged through the forest in comfortable silence, still hand in hand. Javier's presence calmed you as always, his warm fingers around your cold palm felt like sinking into a hot bath after a long day. Feeling brave, you leaned into him, yearning for more of his warmth. He smelled of coffee and chocolate — the man had a sweet tooth, which you found adoring.
"Okay, here is good." You stopped him, taking a deep breath in anticipation. The black box felt heavy in your pocket.
"Good for what exactly?" He questioned. "You trying to kill me out here, linda?"
You gave him a half-hearted laugh at the joke, your throat was seemingly drained of all moisture at your attempt to speak. "I got you something." You cleared your throat and held out the gift, anxiously awaiting a reaction. He hesitated before taking it, skilled fingers opening the box quickly.
His breath stopped at the golden cross staring back at him, expertly crafted. This wasn't some stolen good. You had this made. For him. His heart raced as he turned to you, to thank you a million times, but you weren't done.
"Eres mi rey…y te debes de vestir en oro" You stuttered in broken Spanish, and he stared at you, mouth agape. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Where had you learned that? He tried to speak, but his tongue failed him. Instead, he opted to hug you, tightly, and whirled you around. Only the larks were here to witness the moment he would keep in his heart forever.
"I don't know how to thank you, I'm at a loss for words." He admitted sheepishly, his head buried in the space between shoulder and neck. He breathed in your honey-sweet scent, still not believing his luck. "You don't have to. I did it 'cause I wanted to." He heard you whisper and pulled you closer. You stayed like this for a moment, both of you reveling in each other's touch before he removed himself reluctantly.
"Sit down with me, help me put it on?" Javier pleaded, dark eyes blinking at you longingly — and who were you to deny a man in need? You sat next to him in the grass and obeyed, fiddling with the clasp until it was secure around his neck. The way your touch raised his goosebumps didn't go unnoticed by you. A smile graced your lips.
He turned around to face you again and closed the gap between your mouths. One hand was on your cheek, the other on the small of your back when he carefully brought you to the ground beneath. Javier was hovering over you now, his long hair tickling your face. Your heart was pounding at the way his eyes were on you, pupils blown. Your gaze trailed downwards; the way his shirt, top unbuttoned, revealed the necklace, was quickly becoming your new favorite view.
You looked at the cross dangling from his neck, tantalizingly. The slow swaying lured you in, hypnotizing you, in a way. The pure gold on his tan skin reminded you of the setting sun on desert sand.
"My eyes are up here, princesa."
His voice was barely above a whisper, his amusement at your current state evident. You tried to ignore the sudden heat flooding your face.
"Can't a woman appreciate a good looking man once in a while?" You retorted bravely, and he grinned.
"I know you said you didn't want me to thank you," He began, and his hands teasingly trailed down your sides, making you shiver.
"But I gotta show my appreciation somehow, don't you think, mi amor?"
The last thing you saw before Javier's head dipped beneath your skirt was a sliver of gold, disappearing under his white shirt.
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