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  Category:
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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Jesse_McCree_&_Reader
  Character:
      Jesse_McCree, Jesse_mccree's_father, Reader
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      Reader_Insert, jesse_mccree_-_Freeform, Overwatch_-_Freeform, Self-
      Indulgent, Porn_With_Plot, Porn_with_Feelings, Westerns, Wildwest, I
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      brothel, heck
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      Published: 2017-07-16 Updated: 2017-07-19 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4676
****** Santa Fe Don't Need You (Jesse McCree x reader) ******
by SundanceBandit
Summary
     My Mama owns a brothel in a small town in Santa Fe, we lived in a
     mining town called Reloj, my Papa moved out family out here from Utah
     for the big mining bust here in New Mexico, Mama told me that Papa
     caught gold fever and went mad.
Notes
     Yo!!!! My first fic on Ao3!!! Uh not really sure if I'll post more
     chapters, I'm gonna see if y'all like it before I post the next one.
     I seriously watch way too many westerns films so that's why this
     happened, i'd appreciate feedback if you wouldn't mind!
     Love ya'
     Sundance
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***** Deadlock Is No Good *****
My Mama owns a brothel in a small town in Santa Fe, we lived in a mining town
called Reloj, my Papa moved out family out here from Utah for the big mining
bust here in New Mexico, Mama told me that Papa caught gold fever and went mad.
He got into some trouble a couple years ago and my mama, being the smart lady
she is, started her own business, she's known her as "Madam Lonzini"
She kept her father's name and I kept papas.
She runs one of the most well known brothels in all of Santa Fe, we got over 30
girls who work here. Mama says we're helping the men here. I don't think she
realises that I know perfectly well what the use of the brothel is, and the
moaning from upstairs doesn't help her case.
I work the bar; mama like to protect me from those men who I often see going up
the stairs with some lovely girl on his arm. I'm not allowed out from behind
the bar, in case I get confused with one of the workers.
Mama must think I'm down right blind because I have seen obscene things in the
bar, girls sitting on men's laps with their breast out, women letting men touch
them in places, i spoke to the preacher about this and he told me that they're
all going to hell, but I've seen most of those girls in church on Sunday in
their nicest clothes, so I don't tell mama.
Today one of the Madams is teaching me to read, every Wednesday me and Madam
Cassidy sit in mama's study.
"B-but for tho...se who, uh, don't?"
"That's good Y/n" Cassidy encorages.
"T-hey-"
"They" she corrects.
"They, must wait f-for, re- what does this say?" I ask.
"Redemption" she says, her long, red nail holding under the word.
"What does that mean?" I frown and ask.
"Like forgiveness" Cassidy says. I open my mouth and nod.
Before I can read again there's a sharp knock at the door.
"Come in" I say, turning on my seat, Mama is standing on the doorway, her black
and red dress tied tightly at the corset, fanning out towards the door and
swayed as she walked in.
"Cassidy, Mr Mahony has requested to see you in room 4, i suggest you get there
quickly as he's an unpaitent man" mama rests a hand in Cassidy's back, she gave
mama a curt nod before rushing out and down the hall.
Mama took Cassidy's place, rest her hand on my blue dress.
"What are you girls reading today?" She asks, sliding the book.
"It's a story from the bible, i believe" I say softly, drowning at the words.
"Right," Mama shuts the book and looks at me. "Now Y/n, when you come down
stairs with me,you're gonna go behind the bar, and serve those lovely men in
there" she explains. Whenever she called men 'Lovely' she usually meant the
opposite. "These men are doing Santa Fe and Reloj a real good service, they
protect us girls for small payment, mama's gonna be speaking to one of the men
upstairs in mama's room, but you're incharge of being your smilely, happy, and
kind self and everything will be okay" mama gives me an honest smile and takes
my hand.
"Who are they?" I ask simply, a bit of force behind my voice to remind her I'm
no longer a scared kid. But her expression of worry and and being overall
toreness struck something in my mind.
"Deadlock..." she says, her voice hanging above a whisper. I knew what that
meant, she knew I knew what that meant. No matter how much she hid me from the
sex and alcohol, she couldn't hide the bruises and screaming from upstairs when
they visted, she knew I wasn't that naïve.
She stands up, grasping my hand tightly, "Come here." She gently pulls me
towards the large mirror in the study, she pats down my dress, fixes my hair,
which was in two French braids, and smiles over my shoulder. "You're growing up
to be a great girl, you're smart, you're learning things I never did at your
age, you're mature, and oh so very pretty," she says, her arms hugging my
waist.
"I love you, Mama."
"I love you too, Y/n."
With that she let me go, giving me a small twirl before it leading me to the
door. "You go in the back way, sweetheart," She says, kissing the back of my
head and letting me on my way.
I walk towards the kitchen, it leads on from a short door from the halls, a
small dusty window lead me into a cooking room of sorts, there were beer
barrels lining the far right wall, leading into the back, a counter spread
across the back wall and went into the left but stopped at a barn-like door,
the bottom half still there but the top half opening onto  the bar area, there
was an ice-bin, a sink and a few cupboards over the counter.
I sighed to myself as I caught a glimpse of Mama whispering into a man's ear.
He was tall, much taller than me or mama, he had thick hair, brown but possibly
a blonde taking his whole face and body was covered by a dark brown soot, he
had a devious expression as he put a hand in the small of Mama's back before
leading her upstairs. I began to dread what was about to happen.
I swallowed my pride and went towards the bar, I bend down to reach for a few
pint glasses and as i service I see three men standing at the bar, well two men
and one boy, from what they were wearing I could tell they where all deadlock,
the first was a well built male, he had tan skin, and black hair, scars
littered his face and neck,  he hand grasped an empty cup, i smile gently at
him and took it from him.
"What can I do you gentlemen for?" I ask In the sweetest time I could muster.
"Three beers Ms, thank you very kindly," The man in the middle says, he looked
more approachable than the other, he had white hair and skin, though his eyes
where brown like the freckles that littered his face, i smiled at him and
turned towards one of the barrels, twisting the barrels knozel at letting the
beer pour out.
"So what brings y'all to this old place?" I ask over my shoulder.
"Buissnes," Was the blunt reply I got.
I put the full cups onto the bench and slide them towards the men and i finally
got a look at the boy, he looked my age, maybe older, he had scuffy hair that
matches the, dare I say it, facial hair on his chin, he had a skinny frame,
shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes, with a tan, mud ridden
complexion.
I watched him dip his drink. "Ain't you a little young to be drinkin'?" I ask
him, crossing my arms.
"Ain't you a little young to work at the brothel?" He shots back, i crack a
small smile.
"Toché" I say, leaning agains the back of the counter.
"Jesse, me and Driver are going to indulge ourselves in there pretty girls,
keep yourself out of trouble." The two other men go away, dying down a girl of
their choice, i watch past Jesse and watch them, shaking my head.
Then I heard it, the first scream of this evening, no one but me and Jesse paid
attention to it, he seemed to grow tense and i frowned at the ceiling.
"Don't tell me you're... like..." He pauses and looks behind him. "Them" he
mutters. I laugh and shake my head.
"As far my mama's concerned i dont even know what a brothel is," I say, leaning
forwards. He gives me a nod and sips his drink. I glance down the bar and spot
two more men approching the bar, i give Jesse a hand movment to accuse myself
and rush off.
---
The rest of the afternoon was painful. I served drinks and faked grins as i got
tastless 'compliments' thrown my way, most I shut down with a laugh and then
walked away, none of them care, though, they distracted themselves; except
Jesse, i noticed he looked bored and partly upset in his corner, he seemed
disinterested in the girls that surrounded his friends, he stared out the
window and glanced at me every so often, at this point no one was coming to get
drinks, all of them where distracted, so I stay on the bench, hitting the skin
off my nails, staring at my feet, Mama still hadn't come down and i was
worried.
"Hey,  I never caught yer name," A voice says, i sigh and glance up, seeing
Jesse leaning over the bar, he was taller than I thought, at my rough guess
maybe 6'1 but I couldn't tell.
"Y/n," I utter, crossing my ankles.
"Do you think I can come sit with you, Y/n?" He asks, I assumed his actions
where harmless, i could tell u he was bored and he probably just wanted someone
to talk to, so I let him, he crawled under the door to get the bar and as on
the floor slightly to my left, i smiled at him and jumped off Fri the back
counter, slowly lowering myself to his level, crossing my legs.
"How old are you?" I ask. He frowns at me.
"17, you?" He says, i nod.
"I'm 15" I say, looking at my hands. "You're in deadlock, right?" I say
quietly. He didn't seem to hear me so he leans in.
"Pardon?" He asked.
"You're in deadlock." I say into his ear, he leans back and smirks, nodding.
"Oh, well, can I be honest about something?" I ask, my voice still quite, as I
start letting down my smiley persona. He nods and hums."Someone from deadlock
is upstairs with my mama right now and I'm worried. They don't usually take
this long." My voice felt weak as I look up at the ceiling again, it had gone
quite, apart from the accontional chain of squeaks. I could feel Jesse looking
up to. I looked at him, his Adam's Apple moved as he gulped.
"Can't say, Darlin'. I'm hopin' she'll be okay," He says, looking at me. I bite
my lip and nod.
"How long are you guys in town?" I ask. He gives me a confused look but then
understands.
"Dunno, week maybe? Two? All depends," He says.
"On what?" I ask.
"How he's," He pauses and points up "feeling."
I nod and rest my arms in my lap. I lean back and my head and back touches the
wall behind me.
The rest of my and Jesse's conversation flows as normals, he tells me about his
adventures, people hes met, things hes seen, I share about my papa and he
smiles along. I rarely had people to talk to anymore, everyone my age was dead
or busy, and I had so much free time in my hands it wasn't funny.
It took another hour until the man mama was with came down, and even then mama
wasn't down, i frowned to myself and watched Jesse's eyes, they followed the
man with such intensity, a mixure of fear and admiration on his face as he
slowly moved towards the bars exit.
"I'll see you around," He looks back at me and springs out the door with a
smile, following behind the man with a smile.
I sighed to myself and pushed myself up, collecting the cup from the bar and
moving  under it in an open and empty barrel.
The man walked to the door, he paused and have a sharp whistle, with that all
the men disappeared.
***** Holy Heck, You Ain't Kiddin' *****
Chapter Notes
     Well,,,,,shit,,,, i guess people liked it!!!! which has made me
     unbelievably happy. and i'm not very good with English, so pretty
     please feel free to correct me!!
     much love!!
     Sundance
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The next few days held an unbearable guilt, Mama hasn't spoken to me, the
madams always speak in a whisper when they see me and there was no sign of
deadlock.
I continued to work the bar, making peaceful conversation with usuals at the
bar, life seemed normal, I slept in the same room, I did the same chores, I
spoke to the same people, except mama.
On a Saturday I had permission to leave the brothel and go outside for the day,
as long as I was in the town, which was perfectly reasonable, the town was big
enough that I found joy going around and spending money here and there, Cassidy
said I should go by a dress, as I had been so good recently, so my usual
allowance was raised.
The town was peaceful, beating Sun, lots of chatter, happy smiles. It was
partly ideal. Partly I say because not everything was alright, people seemed
out of sorts, when I passed shops there were people staring out, there were
fewer people outside, disappeared the usual people who bask in the sun
disappeared.
I paid no mind as my thoughts were else where, my eyes following the line of
shops ahead, all unique with their own touches, the raised porch in front of
the shops was littered with cracks and quirky patterns.
The store I entered was vacant, the last was hidden behind the tall desk, her
orange hair peeking from the top, I smiled to myself at the silly sight, the
sound of the door shutting spring her to get feet, her face was pale in fear, I
looked at her with confusion and she called down.
"Thank you, God..." she muttered very quietly to herself. "What can I do you
for dear?" She asks, her hands held close to her abdomen, she smiled softly.
"Just browsing miss, lookin' for a new dress is all" I say, the lady nods and
retreats back behind her desk, I ran my hands across the dress, all varying
lengths and sizes, I occasionally pulled on one of the dresses to get a better
look at it, both struck my fancy though, a pale - almost sun bleached blue -
caught my eye, I glanced at the lady, who was currently looking out the window
and back at the dress, it had multiple thin petticoats, some a strong cotton
the others all seem through lace, it had a low neck, it would display one's
collarbones, in no way a church dress, as well as lace sleeves the, hung
lazily, a small smile was on my face as I un hooked it.
"'Scuse me miss," I caught her attention, her large, green eyes stare at me.
"Where may I try on this dress?" I ask, holding up the dress, she opens her
mouth with a frown.
"Just take it. free. You need to leave" she says, I look at her with shock.
"What do you mean?" I ask, she says nothing at shoos me out, I frown and shrug,
folding the dress over my arms and going to the door, I glance out and see a
few people walk around, I shrug to myself and exit, walking down the small
wooden steps, and landing on the dusty floor, I look around as I start walking
towards the brothel, my feet peek out from the bottom of my dress as I walk,
the juxtaposition of the dark fabric and bleached ground hurting my eyes
slightly as I stare at it.
There were a few men sitting at the bar as I walked in the brothel, the lady
behind smiling at them as she leant over the bar, her chest fully exposed to
the men as I walked past, calmly climbing the stairs, walking past the noise
filled room, towards my bedroom, the dress in my hands appeared almost white
under the dim lighting of the hallway.
As I looked at the dress I felt a shoulder brush past me, I glance up and turn
my head back, seeing the back of a man, he had his arms placed in front of him
and he wore an all black outfit,Ma red handkerchief stuck out the top of his
pants, his hat was tilted forwards as he walked away, at this point I had
stopped with watch this man leave, and when I turned around I saw a lady, known
as Genevieve Martel, standing there, she had a soft smile as she stood in a
night gown, her hair in disarray.
"'Afternoon Ms. L/n, it's nice seeing you here early" she leans against the
door way, her eye glance down at the dress I'm holding "what 'cha got there?"
She asks, using a slender finger to point at the dress, I look down and up
again, following her finger
"I-I brought it today, w-well it was g-given to me, the lady said I could have
it for f-free" I stutter out, holding the dress up its shoulders and letting it
unfold towards the ground, letting everyone show it to Genevieve.
"Well ain't that just gorgeous, go put it on for me, I wanna see," she says.
It appeared to me I hadn't even tried the dress on, that lady was just such a
rush fore to leave that it had slipped my mind.
I nodded at her and slowly slinked past her and went towards my own bedroom, I
glanced back at Genevieve, who was now making light conversation with another
Madam.
I slipped off my current dress and grimaced as I caught a glance of my body in
the mirror, my hands pulled the dress over my head, and it fell onto my body,
it fitted loosely, it was only just too big for my, it created a very straight
look but it looked nice, not my favourite due to its loose fit and low neck
line, I noted how low it was, it sat high enough to hide cleavage but low
enough to be considered crude. I turned my hips slightly and my hand ruffled
the thin layers, this was most definitely a dress for summer.
I looked at myself some more as I slowly walked back to the door, still
deciding if I liked it or not. I pulled the door open and backed out, quickly
turning my attention to Madam Genevieve and the other lady, Madam Eliza.
I caught their attention with a cough, they both, with soft faces, turned to
me, I held my hand over my stomach in an uncomfortable fashion, glancing away.
"Goodness Y/n, you look superb!" Eliza gushes, rushing up to me and putting her
hands on my waist.
"I reckon that little cowboy you were talkin' to yesterday would like that
dress" Genevieve quips, cocking her hip and crossing her arms.
"on the floor.." I look at Eliza in shock, she had a cheeky grin on her face as
she moves around her shoulders.
Genevieve was getting a kick from this from the way I opened my mouth to
protest. "I'm barely even his friends!" I say, my vocal tone high and shrill.
"Sure" Genevieve and Eliza tease, giving me sly smiles and suggestive eyebrow
movements.
"Hey, you to cut that shit out," they turn around and see Cassidy standing
there, a stern look on her face as she looked at the two girls "and get her
down stairs, because her boyfriends here with the rest of them" she is, a wide
grin appearing on her face as the girls let out a squeal. the two girls in
front of me grabbed my wrist and started dragging me down the hall, I try to
protest but they don't listen.
They dragged me into the kitchen and pushed me towards the door.
"Look at him!" Genevieve whisper-yells, pointing at the lonely boy who sat the
bar, his hat tilted down as he stared into his cup. "go talk to him, for us"
she says.
"Aren't they gonna be leaving town soon?" I ask, look at them. they all look at
each other and cringed.
"Cross that bridge as you get to it, now go" with one big shove I stumble
through the door, only catching the attention of a handful of men, all expect
one rubbed it off as nothing, I looked back at the girls who had scattered out
of the door and gone back to the mine building.
My mouth hung open and my brows furrowed as I turned back around, patting down
my dress with my hands, I huffed a little as my eyes looked at Jesse's, he sat
on the stool, laughing at me, I stood there with a scowl on my face and my arms
crossed, Jesse stopped laughing, but looked admirably at my angry expression.
"You look pretty cute when you're angry" he utters, a playful smirk on his face
as he holds his glass.
"Bite me" I roll my eyes and lean again the bar.
"Happily" Jesse shoots back, flicking me a small wink. I give him a shocked
expression open my mouth slightly. "I'm kiddin'," he says, simply sipping his
drink. I exhale sharply through my nose and purse my lips.
"Where have you been anyway?" I ask.
Chapter End Notes
     mwhahahaahahahahaha surprise i cant think of proper dialog so you
     have to wait ahahaha
***** Vamonos! *****
Chapter Summary
     Basically you get to know Jesse more and there's stuff.
Chapter Notes
     Oh yikes. This has so much potential, sorry I've been dead for like
     two months, i want out of like 20 different story likes and settled
     with this one, i have a couple ideas in me mind, but who know.
Me and jesse spoke for a long time, i pulled up a chair and we sat oppisite
eachother, i got us some food to share, and when some of the deadlock members
started to leave he didn't budge.
he was pleasant to talk to, very different to the other members of deadlock, he
actually seemed interested in me, his handsome feature gave me a warm feeling,
and his goergous hazel eyes had a friendly gleam to them. He spoke of his
travels around vast stretches of desert. He told me what every scar that graced
his face meant, he ask me genuine questions about my life and he seemed so
interested in my replies.
"Tell me about your self, you ain't said much" Jesse says, leaning forwards on
the bar, i do the same, i open my mouth to answer but pause as I look at Jesse,
from the proximity I get a closer look at his face, the scars look like spiders
stitched them up, his freckles look like paint splatter, and his eyes held the
smallest flecks of gold, his chapped lips held a small smile that looked like
an old friends, i let out a sharp breath.
"There ain't much to say" I say simply.
"Bullshit, you got a pretty interesting set you going on" he says, i scrunch up
my nose and shake my head.
"I hate it" I utter, my eyebrows raising for emphasis. "Its horrible, it
consisantly smells, there's bar fights, you find semen in places there
shouldn't be semen, not to mention the consisant screaming" I huff, crossing my
arm. "I saw the priest in here once, the fucking priest" I add, Jesse sits
there and laugh at my annoyance.
"dear I say, I'm jealous of your life here, me and my paw, consistently moving,
drives a person crazy" he says.
"People die here" I argue.
"People die everywhere" Jesse shoots back.
"You go behind any one of the bars and you'll see a dead body" I say "and
that's just gross"
"You ride 5 minutes in any direction you'll find a corpse, it's not that
uncommon" he says, taking a sip of his drink. He has a smirk on his face. I
roll my eyes and smile a little.
"Doesn't mean it's right" I frown.
"When is anything?" He shoots back with a charming smile, I nod in defeat, a
small exhale of a sigh parts through my lips. A silence hung over us for a
moment, my hand fidgeted with my nails.
"You ever get out of here?" Jesse asks, looking at me as I looked down.
"Not often" I say, resting my cheek in my hand.
"Would you like to?" He asks. I hold a finger to my mouth apprihensively, a
heavy frown arching my brow in thought.
"I'm... not sure" i tilt my head and look at his expression, he does the same.
"How 'bout we try?" He asks, bite my tonge, looking around the currently
deserted bar.
"What do you mean?" I ask quietly. He smiles.
"Well not much right now, but me and you, we could go out of town a little" he
glances up the stairs "just for some fun" he adds on the end, his a shit-eating
from never leaving his face.
"I-" I stop myself and think "just for tomorrow, right?" I asks, he nods.
"Alright, but... what about church? Mama will kill me if I'm not there." I
frown, he just shrugs.
"Who cares? It's just one day, and I'm sure god will forgive you just fine" he
smirks, i give him a worried expression.
"You sure?"
"Of course, sweetheart"
------
The rest of the evening went by quickly, with mentions of Jesse's travels, the
entrancing  stories of running for his life, the things hes seen and the places
he's gone, he was strange, his southern drawl and musk was alluring.
But it was getting late, and I felt myself falling tired, so I excused myself
for bed, after letting him leave and locking the door, of course. I cleaned
down the bench and slowly crawled up the stair, carefully walking on the pads
of my feet to not make any noise.
I scurried into my room and began to get ready for bed.
------
I arose in the morning by the pleasant sound of knocking on my window. Once I'd
pried open my eye I noted that it was still dark out, the Sun's forehead barely
peaking over the horizon. I dragged myself from my bed and jumped as another
rock hit my window, i hazily peaked through the window and saw young Jesse
Mccree looking around cautiously, holding handly full of pebbles, he turned
back to my window and smiled bright, waving up to me, i squinted my eyes and
frowned.
I opened my window slightly.
"What are you doing?" I whisper-yell.
"Come on, get some clothes on and let's vamonos!" He replies. I groan.
"I'll let you in down stairs, hurry up" i say, pulling away but I was stopped
at the door by the sound of heaving.
"No need, darlin'" I hear him say, i frowned, looking back to the window,
seeing the skinny boy's hand on my windowsill.
"What are you doing?" I ask, moving closer to the window as he pushed himself
through the window.
"Get dressed so we can go" he say, i shh him and turn to my closet.
"Turn around" I order, he does so as I reach into my wardobe and pull on a
dress; a simple, pink dress, babydoll sort of front that stopped just above my
knees, as well as puffed sleeves that clung high on my upper arm, it was
flirtatious but sensible, i thought. I tugged on my night gown and glanced back
at Jesse, he was sitting on my bed, still facing away as he covered his eyes, i
bit my lip and pulled the gown over my head looking at the dress, i thought
against a petticoat as it would hear up, as I slid the dress over my head I
caught Jesse peeking, but said nothing. The dress fell over my body and i
fiddled with the sleeves.
"Should i bring a hat?" I questioned, he was hesitant to turn fully around be
did anyway, looking me up and down with an open mouth.
"Anythig it want, darlin'" he says breathlessly. I nodded at him I placed my
bad on a hat, it was wide brimmed, with a flat top and a black ribbon in it, i
brought it to my head and looked at myself in the mirror, reaching for my brush
to clean up the exposed parts.
I turned around on my heel to face him and smiled.
"I'll get my shoes and we'll go?" I as quietly, he nodded, mouth still agape.
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