Whitey Winn One Shots

Magpie

Whitey didn't know whether to be thrilled or infuriated.

Y/n had a habit of going on little adventures beyond Labelle, most of which never went very well. She often got lost or hurt or stuck, leading to an established understanding that if Y/n wasn't in Labelle by super time Whitey would go out and find wherever she'd gotten to now.

Today had been no different; she'd gone wandering out by the river and gotten lost, so Whitey went to find her. discovering her in the river mud miles from town.

So he scooped her up, of course, and kept her on his horse to take them back to town. The sun was setting, and they had a fair way to go yet. Y/n sat with her head against Whitey's chest, half asleep as they rode.

Whitey held her; his hand rested on her back to help keep her steady while they rode. He glanced down at her, watching as her eyes started to droop. "Ya fallin' asleep on me, magpie?" he teased,

Y/n nodded, rubbing her nose against his shirt.

"Not gonna whine at me for findin' you again?" he asked. "After ya once again went off wanderin' and got distracted by whatever shiny thin' happened to catch ya lil eyes?"

"too sleepy to whine ..." She yawned,

Whitey let out a small chuckle, holding her tighter. "Just 'ow long were ya out there for? You're always sleepy when I find ya."

"I left at dawn." She mumbled,

Whitey let out a small sigh. "Ya gotta stop runnin' off so much, magpie," he said, "you know I'm gonna find ya."

She huffed,

Whitey just smirked. "Don't give me that tone," he scolded.

"Umm..."

"Why do ya even go out 'ere anyway?"

"Beats being at home."

"Doesn't give ya an excuse to wander off," he sighed, "You're always filthy and always hurt, and ya know 'ow to take care of yourself, so what's ya damn excuse?"

Y/n didn't answer,

"Y/n," he warned, "You need to stop hidin' things from me." he paused. "Now start singin' magpie."

"bout what?" She said dismissively,

He held her a bit tighter.

"Ya know damn well what. About this whole runnin' away nonsense. Why do ya keep runnin' off?" he asked.

"... No fathers or brothers in the woods." She mumbled almost inaudibly,

"And what's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

She didn't answer, nuzzling closer, trying to avoid the subject.

"Y/n," he warned again, "Please...Stop avoidin' the question and just talk to me."

"If I go walking, I ain't got to do no chores. Or pour more beers. Or make more sandwiches. Or hear anybody yelling at me all damn day." Y/n whined.

Whitey's grip around her became a bit tighter as she spoke, "They do that at home?"

"Father, let the boys do whatever they want. Let's them all treat me like a damn slave cause I'm a girl."

Whitey's grip on her thigh tightened. "Your dad just stands by and lets ya brothers give orders to ya?"

She nodded. "And let's them spank me when I mess up, or I'm too slow, or just cause they think it's funny."

Whitey's blood boiled. "Your dad lets ya brothers hit ya?" he asked.