Category: fic

Three of Spades, Two of Clubs – Chapter 1 – sy…

Three of Spades, Two of Clubs – Chapter 1 – sybilius – Il buono il brutto il cattivo | The Good The Bad and The Ugly (1966) [Archive of Our Own]:


I gathered up three of my favourite ficlets from @bleak-nomads and posted it as a series, along with two more new ones 🙂 

Is the Blondeyes tag searchable yet? Maybe. 

14, Manco/Mortimer

14, Manco/Mortimer

I guess this is an au to A Name’s Witness where Manco goes back and says what he means to Mortimer right away :’)

There were a lot of things I wish I’d said, while my head was still throbbing from the goose egg on my forehead, lips burning from the rasp of his mustache and the warmth of his hand.

I’ve never had anyone I could trust like you.

I don’t regret it.

I’d do it again.

I still want to do it again.

The cart is piled high with the hell-bound corpses, but I can still see Mortimer’s horse on the horizon. He’s far, but I’m pretty damn sure his horse is slower than mine.

You know you’re the first person I’ve told my name to in years? The only one that’s still alive.

And what’s gonna happen to him, now that he’s closed up that chapter of his life’s work. I glance over to the impressive pile of bounty. Well, hell. What’s gonna happen to me?

Without thinking too hard about it, I sling one leg over Riddle and dig my spurs in hard. He can hear me coming, because he slows down his ride.

“What are you doing, boy?”

“You forgot somethin’ of yours, old man.”

“Alright,” Mortimer pauses, eyes downcast, lingering on my face. God above, why won’t he look at me? I swallow, not about to let fear stop me now.

“Well then?”

I put my hand into his outstretched, then before I loose my nerve, lean over and kiss him on the lips. It’s clumsy and I almost fall of my horse, but– it’s what I mean, really.

I turn my eyes up, a little afraid I’ve scared him. But he seems thoughtful, if still staring ruefully at the horizon.  

“Alright. Alright,” he shakes his head, looking me in the eye for the first time since I rode back. The things I should have said to him rush through my mind like a herd of wild horses.

“Next time, nothin’,” is all I manage.

He smiles, and even with that. I know I’ll get a chance to say everything I want to.

There and Back – mcicioni – Da uomo a uomo | D…

There and Back – mcicioni – Da uomo a uomo | Death Rides a Horse (1967) [Archive of Our Own]:


Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Da uomo a uomo | Death Rides a Horse (1967)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bill Meceita/Ryan
Characters: Bill Meceita, Ryan, A few OCs
Additional Tags: References to family violence. M/m relationship implied.

Two of Ryan and Bill’s stagecoach “runs”, from the point of view of a female passenger.

sournote2014: “Off balance and still unnerved…


“Off balance and still unnerved by his narrow escape, [Pachuco] was blown almost to the outer edge of the wall before he could brace himself. As his arms windmilled frantically to restore his balance, the wind whipped the coil of improvised rope from his shoulder and sent it flying off into the darkness.”

– The Million Dollar Bloodhunt by Joe Millard

(who built) the road – sybilius – Il buono il …

(who built) the road – sybilius – Il buono il brutto il cattivo | The Good The Bad and The Ugly (1966) [Archive of Our Own]:



I made an attempt at writing a drabble series, for once! 

12 drabbles of 100 words each, takes place between solitudinum and Sighted Crows and probably doesn’t make a whole lot of sense without that context. 

Might not make much sense anyways, but hey, it was a fun experiment!

Look what I’ve done (again. again)

blondeyes drabble (307 words, relentless fluff…


the one time they used the word ‘love’; and then cringed and proceeded to never do so again.

just some shippy bullshit that I felt like turning into something coherent 🙂

Keep reading

Chapter 2 posted


I was on a roll today with writing and editing and thanks to the response I got on here, I decided to go ahead and post chapter 2 of Settled. The link is to chapter 1 for any who’d care to start reading it.

Do let me know what you think of it, please. <3



“Because I knew someone like you once, and there was no one there to help.”

     Her hair is fair and her eyes are green. She wears a yellow dress on Sundays so its color will not fade to pale dishwater too quickly, and she fastens her trousers with a snakeskin belt when she rides, streaming gold behind her in the dust and the bleached, bleak blue of the western sky. Her smiles are frequent, but her eyes are sad and hard, and she looks at the world like she had looked at the snake she now wears with a revolver in her hand. Her eyes say, it’s you or me, you or me, and I’ll make the choice if you won’t. 

     They tell her they will kill you if she doesn’t do as they say. They want her, and they do not care that she does not want them back, and there is no one to help. They turn their eyes away and vanish into storefronts or stare at their boots – you have no name, not to them, because that is easier. Because when a man has all he needs he begins to appreciate peace, and when the time comes to choose between peace and justice, he will choose the former until he can choose it no longer. It does not matter that there is no peace for you, so long as they return safely to their homes at the end of the day.

     You hate them as you will come to hate the sensation of roots. Yours will never again drink of the ground, for a tree that plants its roots deep may be sure it will always have water, but when the woodsman comes to chop it down, it cannot pull itself free of the soft, implacable earth in time to avoid the swing of the axe. Better to be a tumbleweed, dry and coarse, blowing with the wind and dropping fast-growing seeds wherever one can, seeds that will wander again with the next passing breeze.

     She puts you on the horse she saved ten bloody, desperate years to call her own, and places one of her revolvers in your hand, and you are a boy, just a boy, and you want your mother.

     Run. She tells you, and she mouths a name that is no longer yours, because there is no one left for it to matter to. I want you to run and I never want you to stop. There will be men who will chase you, and if they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you. Be clever, and be quick – be always full of tricks, and you will never die.

     She tells you that she loves you, and your throat closes, and you cannot say it back, and you will regret this for the rest of your life. They have said they will come at sundown, but a roostertail of dust rises against the first paling of evening, and she takes the pistol that remains to her in hand. There is dynamite in the house, and you have helped her soak the fields in pitch, all round in a ring. She slaps your horse’s flank, and you run, and you do not look back when the light of the fires throws your shadow long before you across the unforgiving sand. You do not cry when the earth shudders and the air is split with manmade thunder. You will cry for days very soon, and then you will never cry again.

     Your mother dies in a ring of fire, and you will run from that heat at your back for the rest of your life.

First fic posted in a long while


So, this is the first fic I’ve posted in a long time. It’s set after the events of For A Few Dollars More. It will be slash eventually. I have the first two chapters done and have posted the first one just now. I’ll probably try to post around one a week.

Title: Settled

One year after Agua Caliente, Manco and Mortimer meet again. This is the story of their “maybe next time”.

Rating may change with added chapters.

Chapter 6: Lay down roots, strangle the permaf…

Chapter 6: Lay down roots, strangle the permafrost  | Il buono il brutto il cattivo | The Good The Bad and The Ugly (1966):



And I have finally completed the northfic! Huge shoutout to anyone here keeping up with it, I’ll say my last words on it at @bleak-nomads 🙂

Aaaaah and so this story comes to a close. I’ve wanted to write something like this (a northern western fic) since I first saw The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, though I had no idea it would turn into a peculiar and screwed-up love story between one of the more unlikely but interesting ships I have been after.

If you’ve been keeping up with this, thank you ever so much, and I would love to hear any and all thoughts on it, so leave a comment if you can <3 Lots of love to @ave-arianna, @mcicioni-blog and @whilemybodyiswarm for all the encouragment and help. Thanks for taking this journey with me.