The Second Form of Proteus (RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 fanfic)

The Second Form of Proteus (RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 fanfic)

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~πš’ πš πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš› πš’πš πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš’πšœ πš‘πš˜πš  πš™πšŽπš˜πš™πš•πšŽ 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 πšŒπš•πš˜πšœπšŽ: πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš• πšŽπšŠπšŒπš‘ πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›'𝚜 πš πš˜πšžπš—πšπšœ; πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πš›πšŽπš™πšŠπš’πš› πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽπš— πšœπš”πš’πš—~ . . . "She closed her eyes and her hands began to glow blue. The eerie light warbled around her hands and she pulled her hands downwards. Wings clear as glass and shaped like a fairy draped gracefully to the floor, the tips lightly folded on the floorboards. She shuddered as the warbling light faded from her back. She ran her hands over her ears as they began to grow upwards into points." . . . Faun is a wonder of the world, with looks blessed by the gods and a temper from heaven. Yet she isn't ordinary like most people, she has the peculiarity of form changing. Plucked straight from a fairytale, she fights her way to behave normally, but her craving of being herself may be her downfall, especially when she falls within Dutch's gang of outlaws. . . . POSSIBLE TWs: smut swearing gore . . . enjoy!
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> And finally, through the first snowflakes that started tumbling through the harsh wind, I spotted two silhouettes. Clad in thick winter coats, guns strapped to their backs. Each step filled with grim determination as they waded through the knee-high snow towards us. They stopped a few feet away. The taller man's eyes met mine. He carried himself with silent confidence, evident in the expression on his weathered, undeniably handsome face. Sky-blue eyes framed by thick brows, chapped, full lips, a crooked nose. An association lingered in the back of my head, but I couldn't quite grasp it, until I asked: β€žWho are you?" < {-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-}-{-} Oh, the hatred that she holds for Dutch van der Linde. While running with the O'Driscolls for over ten years, this man had been the bane of her existence. Now, three years after leaving the gang, she gets lost up in the Grizzlies on the run from the bounty on her head. When she saves one of Van der Linde's men from a wolf attack and gets taken in by them as an ally, she has to face that hatred again. And then there's also Arthur Morgan, Dutch's right hand man, who won't let her forget either that they were enemies once. ❗️Currently undergoing heavy editing❗️ This story is a reader insert, but I avoid uses of (Y/n) as much as I can. Enjoy!

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