Red Dead Redemption II Preferences and Oneshots 3

Orville Swanson: Wonderful

Reverend Orville Swanson X Female Reader

Summary: Orville realises that his feelings for you run deeper than he thought.

Word Count: 1800

You couldn't help but frown as you walked through the camp, seeing Reverend Swanson almost passed out in front of the campfire. It pained you to see him like that but you still decided to leave it, that was until Micah decided to get involved. The outlaw stood from his seat and walked up to Swanson, kicking him roughly and waking him up.

"What the hell, Micah? Leave him alone" you huffed as you walked over to the two of them.

"I don't like religious types" Micah told you, as if that was justification.

"So you just kick him? Because you have some issues with God? Grow up" you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"That and...he's weak. The Morphine...he's a weak and repellent man at his worst, hiding behind a pack of lies" Micah emphasised each insult with a kick to Swanson's shoulder.

"Beside the morphine...you just described yourself" you told him.

"I am not weak" Micah growled as he stepped up to you.

"But you are repellent. Much more so than him" you refused to back down, having always hated how Micah treated other members of the camp. The man just snarled at you before walking away.

"Come on, Reverend" your voice softened as you lent down and helped the man to his feet. "Micah is horrid man, don't you listen to him" you advised as you guided him over to his bedroll.

"Thank you..." Swanson's voice came out slurred but sincere. You hated seeing him like this, losing to himself, it was hard to watch.

You gently help him down onto his bedroll but, instead of leaving him, you sat down with him. You didn't want to leave him just yet. So, you let him lay with his head in your lap while you played with his hair.

It was soft between your fingers and you couldn't help but smile when Swanson let out a hum of approval, making himself more comfortable. If he had been more sober, he wouldn't have let himself shift closer to you like he did but he didn't exactly have a strong grasp on his inhibitions at the moment. It also didn't help that he was just in complete awe of you. He thought that you were perfect, beautiful and kind, always so kind to him. Your touch was soft and gentle, even affectionate.

It wasn't long at all before Orville fell asleep, peaceful and content. At least he was when all he could focus on was your fingers in his hair.

It was later that afternoon, after Orville had woken up and was more sober, when he approached you.

"Uh, miss L/n?" Orville asked, not wanting to bother you.

"Hey Reverend. How are you feeling?" you turned to him with a smile, like you were actually glad to see him.

"Good...better. I wanted to thank you for earlier" Swanson told you, looking and feeling ashamed of himself.

"It's alright. We all have the things we struggle with, sometimes we just need to know that somebody is on our side" you reassured him with a kind smile, and a beautiful smile it was. "I'm sorry, Reverend, I really have to go. But we'll talk later?" you asked, disappointed that you had to tend to chores rather than speak with the man.

"Of course, no worries, miss L/n" he nodded, not wanting to keep you.

"Oh please, just call me Y/n" you insisted. "I'll see you later" you lent up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before walking away.