#Billy Two Rivers

[billycorn]

Empathy - Part 2

A continuation of this fic about a PMD Riolu (now Lucario) Hero who couldn't turn off their aura-sensing. Fic under the cut!

Soaring through the skies and basking in the sun's beating rays, Charizard released a contented sigh, grinning smugly as the fluffy weight on her back shifted. She rolled her eyes and waited for it.

"Sarah, I'm not sure this is a good idea."

There it is! He's nothing if not consistent.

Glancing over her shoulder, she smirked at the Lucario sitting astride her back. "You worry too much."

Blue crossed his arms, wincing as he acidentally stabbed his arms on the steel spike jutting from his chest. He glanced at his chest and rubbed his arms, a betrayed expression on his face. Sarah couldn't help but laugh, the beautiful sound racing away on the wind, but it wasn't lost to his ears.

"It's not funny!"

"Agree to disagree," she answered, her eyes lighting on their destination, a small village tucked in the valley, cradled in the mountains' strong embrace.

"Blue, it'll be fine."

He sighed and leaned back. "You really think so?"

"Hey," she snapped, glancing back at him. "You've got this."

He didn't respond, his was head in the clouds, figuratively speaking, but Sarah could fix that. Grinning, she suddenly beat her powerful wings, rising higher until Blue's upper half disappeared amidst the white of the clouds. When she dropped lower again, he re-emerged, eyes wide and coat dripping wet.

"Thank you," he drawled.

Sarah laughed, but her amusement quickly turned to horror as she watched him move to shake out his pelt.

"Wait, no, don't!"

Blue shook violently, throwing the water from his coat, and throwing himself from Sarah's back. He screamed for a brief moment, the sound torn away by the wind. In an instant, Sarah was banking and closing her wings, dropping like a stone until she was falling alongside Blue. The Lucario's arms and legs were crossed and he glared.

"Next time, we're walking!"

Scoffing, Sarah poked him in the chest, sending him into a spinning freefall. "If you had a single braincell this wouldn't have happened!"

Blue looked affronted. "You're one to talk! Your blast seed curry idea, how did that work out for you?"

At that, Sarah crossed her arms and raised her brows, glancing at the rapidly approaching earth.

Reminded of his plummeting situation, Blue sighed in resignation. "Please, save me."

Sarah picked at her claws. "Nah, not feeling it."

"Oh, great! One of the few humans in this world, dead, because you didn't feel like saving him!"

Tilting her head, Sarah gave the most condescending look she could muster and through gritted teeth, Blue said, "I'm sorry, beautiful. This was entirely my fault."

"And?"

"And your curry was delicious, even though it exploded and the house stank for a week."

"Oh, well I'll make it again sometime."

"What? No-"

Sarah pulled him close and spread her wings, quickly levelling out and transforming his rebuttal into a muffled yelp. She banked almost lazily, drifting downwards in a wide circle until she landed on a busy street near the town centre.

Blue dropped to the ground, caressing the soft grass and promising to never leave it again. At Sarah's nagging, he got up and they hurried down the street, quickly arriving at a large building, doors of varying sizes set into it's face.

Blue paused at the door, nodding, jumping on the spot and whispering to himself. After a moment, he smiled. "Alright, you ready?"

"Pff! I'm not coming."

Blue's face fell. "Wait, wha-"

"Good luck, I'll pick you up at 4!" Sarah yelled, shoving him through the doors before flying away.

Inside, the building was so colourful it nearly hurt Blue's eyes. Forest scenery filled with different Pokemon covered the walls, while an ocean painting covered the floor. There were several chairs and cubbies of various sizes lining the walls. Against the far wall sat a large desk, with two corridors either side. A Lopunny sat behind the desk, looking up as Blue stumbled in.

Smiling kindly, Lopunny waved him over. "Hello, can I help you?"

"Uh, yes," Blue said, smoothing his fur down as he glanced about, slack-jawed. "I'm Blue, I'm here to help with-"

Lopunny clapped her hands together. "Oh, of course, April said you were starting today! Just go down the left hall and it's the third door on your left."

"Oh, um, thank you."

As Blue's tail disappeared round the corner, Lopunny sighed and shook her head. "They're gonna destroy him."

Wandering the corridor, Blue passed the rooms, glancing inside, but they were empty apart from a staff member here and there. Reaching the third door on the left, he knocked and stepped inside.

It was a classroom, filled with (mostly) tiny chairs and desks, cubbies lining the wall and scribbled drawings taped upon the walls. A row of windows was set in the far wall and the morning sun streamed in, lighting upon a hulking figure, humming to itself and flicking through papers at a table tucked in the corner.

Blue cleared his throat and the figure's head snapped up, gaze narrowing at the blurry figure standing in the doorway. Sighing, the figure's twin tails flicked and it reached for a pair of glasses, a smile lighting upon it's face as Blue's figure became clear.

"Blue! You're late, I was worried you weren't coming."

Blue rubbed sheepishly at his arm. "Yeah, sorry about that, April. I had some... trouble, with my commute."

April merely shrugged and waved him closer. Blue obliged, his gaze passing over her. April was an Electivire, huge, with bulging muscles, but her tone was soft and elderly, and her glasses framed her face cutely. Her strong hands sifted gently through a stack of papers.

"I'm so glad you offered to help, I've really got my hands full these days!"

Blue murmured a response, his mind flicking back to when Sarah eagerly volunteered him to help at the local Kindergarten. The look on her face had been a mix of cunning and sheer delight.

"So," said April, "today will be rather straightforward. Class will start, I'll introduce you and then you can just hover, see if the kids need help with anything. I'll likely ask you to handle a problem or two, but I won't be throwing you in the deep end."

"Good, I can't swim."

April laughed, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair. "Neither could I when I started, and I still can't!"

April gave Blue a quick tour of the school, introduced some of the other staff, and before long, the children began to arrive. Like a flood they poured through the doors, shouting goodbyes to fleeing parents, they raced to greet their friends.

Quickly the flood relented as the children drifted to their classes, bundling around desks and talking eagerly. Before long, a full class of kids of all different species were gathered, and April was standing by a chalkboard, clapping her hands. Almost instantly, the kids fell quiet.

"Good morning, everyone! Today, we have a special guest joining us." April waved Blue over, placing him front and centre. "This is Mr. Blue, he'll be helping us today."

Immediately, a hand shot into the air, a Machop sitting in the front row was grinning manically.

Blue pointed cautiously at the kid. "Uh, yes, you."

"Mr. Blue, are you strong?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm pretty strong."

"Bet you're not stronger than my Dad!"

Blue's brows furrowed, his frown deepening as he noted the expectant faces, waiting eagerly for his response. "Well, you're Dad must be pretty strong then because-"

"He is!" Yelled the Machop, leaning so far forwards he was nearly toppling the desk. "He left when I was little. Mum says he's on a training journey. He'll be back someday!"

"He went to get the milk?"

Machop's head tilted, his smile faltering ever so slightly. "What's that mean?"

His ears pinning back, Blue looked desparately at April and she thankfully swooped in, quelling the discussion and beginning the class. She taught for sometime, a basic reading lesson, before handing each student two sheets of paper, large text printed on them in footprint runes.

Blue wandered slowly past the desks, offering the occasional correction or encouragement. It was almost nostalgic, whisking him off into memories of a cranky Charmander, frustrated that he couldn't figure this out. Shaking his head clear, Blue tried and failed hide his trepidation, and it only got worse when there came a tugging at his leg.

Looking down, Blue found an Espurr gazing up at him, thousand yard stare boring straight through his skull.

Clearing his throat, Blue dropped to a knee and looked over the Espurr's paper. "Do you need help?"

Espurr tapped the paper slowly. "The end is nigh."

"N-no, it says, the uh-"

Espurr tapped the paper again. "Time is a cruel mistress, driving us closer to the inevitable, that great unknown we all fear. It awaits us all, Pokemon... and human."

His lips pursed tight, Blue nodded slowly. "You're doing great."

Hurrying away, he moved to stand beside a Voltorb who was rocking back and forth, a deep frown on it's face.

Taking a deep breath, Blue smiled and took a knee once more. "Hey, buddy, you alright?"

Voltorb's eyes didn't leave the paper. "It doesn't make sense!"

"Well, how about we take another look?"

"No, it doesn't make sense! It's too hard."

Blue glanced at the paper, his head tilting. "It's the same as everyone elses."

"Then mine's broken!" The Voltorb began trembling, a quiet buzz building from within it.

In an instant, April was there, shooting Blue a soft smile before shooing him away. She knelt beside the Voltorb, her tail hanging just above it's head and catching the stray sparks that it had begun unconsciously firing.

"It's okay, Ethan. Here, why don't you show me where it's broken?"

The class drifted by and before long, April was releasing the kids into the school grounds to play and devour some lunch. She complimented Blue on his efforts so far before asking him to patrol the playground, handling any problems that arose, and arise they did.

The playground was mostly a large open field, with some toys, play equipment and a sandbox off to one side. Closer to the classrooms, kids zipped between tall pine trees, chasing after one another, laughing all the while.

Early into the break, a Snover waddled over, layered in cardigans and scarves, its face mostly obscured beneath the fabrics. "Help, please. I'm stuck and it's really hot."

"Okay, uh, raise your arms."

The Snover stretched it's arms out, but couldn't raise them past its shoulders. Blue nodded to himself and carefully pulled the scarves off, and then the cardigans, counting fourteen items of clothing in total. Once free, the Snover cheered happily.

"Thank you!"

Blue threw his arms wide. "Why'd you put so many clothes on?"

Snover seemed to think for a second before shrugging. "I dunno."

It waddled away, immediately replaced by a Ralts and a tiny Absol, more fluffball than actually Pokemon.

The Ralts giggled, pointing at Blue. "You're in love!"

His face warm, Blue took a half-step back. "Wha, uh, how'd you know?"

Absol headbutted Blue's leg and looked at him with pity. "A red beauty will make your life miserable. Get out while you can."

Blue stuttered for a moment, then sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Thanks for the warning, but pretty sure I'm stuck with her."

Absol shrugged and trotted away, Ralts hurrying after her.

Thankfully, no more kids approached, but that just meant Blue had to race over when a fight nearly broke out between the Machop from earlier and a Magby from a different class. The two were mostly playfighting, but he felt woefully unprepared as he separated the pair, disappointing the onlooking students.

Continuing to surveil the playground, Blue eventually spotted a small Pokemon sitting alone under a tree, far from everyone else. Slowly, he walked over, smiling and waving as he neared, and the Pokemon shuffled away at his approach. It was tiny, pink and blue, with no eyes that Blue could see; a Hatenna.

"Are you alright?"

The Hatenna didn't answer.

"You don't want to play with everyone?"

Again, no response.

Gesturing at the grassy patch beside Hatenna, Blue asked, "Can I sit?"

Hatenna glanced up for half a second, and nodded. So, Blue sat, leaning back against the tree, arms propped up on his legs. He watched as the kids played, yelling and laughing and running; it made him feel so very tired.

"They're noisy," Hatenna said, her voice barely a whisper.

Blue's eyes widened and he glanced at the Hatenna. "Yeah, they are." His head tilting, Blue drummed his fingers along his arm and an idea pricked at him. "Do you want to play with them?"

Hatenna didn't answer.

Sighing inwardly, Blue closed his eyes and reached out with his aura. The effect was instant, the emotions of all the children rushed into him, forcing the air from his gut. A bead of sweat running down his cheek, he tuned out the flurry of emotions, focusing on just the Hatenna beside him. Her emotions were barely more than a trickle, but there were so many feelings intertwined; fear, longing, loneliness.

Pulling himself back to present, Blue smiled at Hatenna. "Can I introduce you to two of my friends? They're quiet."

Hatenna's jaw dropped and after a brief pause it nodded. Blue quickly disappeared amongst the throng of kids, returning a moment later with Ralts and the tiny Absol.

Blue knelt, gesturing between the Pokemon. "Ralts, Absol, this is, oh, sorry, what's your name?"

"Sarah," squeaked Hatenna.

His head tilting, Blue laughed slightly and shook his head. "Sarah, this is Ralts and Absol."

The horn on Ralt's head glowed briefly for a moment, and then he smiled. "You're really nice! Wanna be friends?"

"Oh, okay."

Ralts gave a quiet cheer and quickly launched into muted conversation, with Absol offering the occasional comment. Hatenna's face lit up as it began talking to its new friends.

Nearby, a Starly squawked as it crashed headlong into a tree during a game of tag. Blue slipped away from the trio, hurrying to Starly's side. The little bird was crying loudly, but after a quick check, Blue realised it was fine.

Carefully, he reached out once more, tuned out the excess, focused on Starly, and, reaching out, Blue pushed forth quiet bursts of peace, like ripples on a large lake. The Starly's crying stopped and upon realising it was fine, the bird Pokemon simply got up and flew away, right back into the game.

So, the day passed, Blue solving problems as they arose, his aura skills getting quite the workout. By the time all the kids had gone home he was practically asleep on his feet.

April couldn't help but laugh knowingly. "Blue, what makes children such a delight, and such a pain, is that they're unpredictable. They'll always find ways to cause mischief, its what they do, but they also say, and do, the most heartwarming things without warning. You don't have control, and that's where the fun comes in."

Control, huh? He certainly felt like he didn't have any, but he'd managed to give it to a few kids today, and it made their days a little bit better. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, not that he'd admit it to Sarah.

There was a knock at the door and a Charizard appeared in the entryway. Sarah smiled apologetically at April. "Hi! Sorry I'm late, I'm here to pick up my boyfriend, I believe he's in your class?"

"Har har," drawled Blue, stumbling towards the door. "Please, can we go home?"

Sarah threw her head back at laughed, nodding goodbye to April. "Sure, you big baby. How was your day?"

"An Absol told me to break up with you."

"What?!"

"I'm coming back tomorrow."

Sarah snorted, her tail lashing. "Well, they're just kids so-"

"Absol can sense disasters before they happen."

Her gaze narrowing, Sarah glared at him. "What are you trying to say?"

"Your curry is awful." Blue smiled and kissed her cheek. "But I love you anways."

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Hands down, still favorite my fanfic

[phoenixrisesoncemore]

Nothing can hold back the night

Is it reading Tolkien? Doing Sauron scholarship? Thinking about utopias? The lingering heartache of Zelda: Tears of The Kingdom ? The Carl Sagan quote I read earlier? The frustration with the suffering of the world and the hope for a better future? It’s unclear what made this my ear worm all day, same as it was 30 years ago at around this time: Billy Joel, 2000 Years.

In the beginning

There was the cold and the night

Prophets and angels gave us the fire and the light

Man was triumphant

Armed with the faith and the will

That even the darkest ages couldn't kill

Too many kingdoms

Too many flags on the field

So many battles, so many wounds to be healed

Time is relentless

Only true love perseveres

It's been a long time and now I'm with you

After two thousand years

This is our moment

Here at the crossroads of time

We hope our children carry our dreams down the line

They are the vintage

What kind of life will they live?

Is this a curse or a blessing that we give?

Sometimes I wonder

Why are we so blind to fate?

Without compassion, there can be no end to hate

No end to sorrow

Caused by the same endless fears

Why can't we learn from all we've been through

After two thousand years?

There will be miracles

After the last war is won

Science and poetry rule in the new world to come

Prophets and angels

Gave us the power to see

What an amazing future there will be

And in the evening

After the fire and the light

One thing is certain: Nothing can hold back the night

Time is relentless

And as the past disappears

We're on the verge of all things new

We are two thousand years

[koboldkatalyst]

I found another song for the Ineffable Husbands.

[leonardcohenofficial]

if nine and rose had fucked i think it would have been totally fine for their relationship though jack would have been lowkey highkey jealous and then that would have been a whole thing to deal with. ten and rose well. we saw that kiss in "new earth" and billie piper did that for herself for rose and for the people. if ten and rose had just fucked i think that it would have made the rest of series two even wilder but also they deserved it. martha deserved to kill ten with hammers for the buckwild post-rose hangover emotional manipulation but if they had fucked at the end of "smith and jones" i feel like he either wouldn't have treated martha nearly as badly as he did all series OR it would double down and be even more deeply insane. ten and donna. no. donna has no interest in that twig and also throwing that dynamic on the tate-tennant already ridiculously good chemistry doesn't work outside of shakespeare and the catherine tate show. if eleven had let amy fuck him after "flesh and stone" they would have both deeply regretted it and it would have absolutely ruined rory's life but also the level of emotional intimacy they were at in series five was already at an all time high and then rory AND river get brought into the fray which is just deeply messy. eleven and clara to me have zero sexual chemistry together or. much chemistry of any kind at all which is wild because matt smith and jenna coleman have chemistry in abundance as themselves and i don't think those characters fucking would have done anything to that story. twelve clara is one of the most batshit dynamics of the revival era and i truly don't know what them fucking would have done but i imagine given the insanity of what we got on screen when they were avoiding ("avoiding") any romance i can only imagine it would be worse for me to witness emotionally. if anyone suggests that twelve and bill should have fucked i'm blowing up this whole website. if you're a twelve nardole fan though god bless you

[smutoperator]

Masterlist - groups

I've decided to make two masterlists for those who want to read my stories. This one will feature them aggregated by group, catering to those who like them the most when they come from certain groups. The difference between this one and the chronological list is that a story can appear more than once under different groups, in case either the idol has been part of more than one group or idols from different groups are featured, therefore making it a much longer list. Idols who only appear as secondary/off-screen characters are not mentioned, only those who perform the smutty stuff. Series will also be added under this masterlist.

I will only use the soloist tab for idols who were never part of a group, those who are soloists but are/were in a group will be listed under their groups (e.g.: Somi under I.O.I, Taeyeon under Girls' Generation). Also, the group has to be somewhat relevant in their careers to appear. For example, most know Eunbi from Iz*one, but not Kazoo from Ye-A even though they are the same person, same for the Dreamcatcher members who started under Minx. Also, needless to say, only kpop groups (no, I'm not putting every 48G group Sakura was under). The groups will be listed in alphabetical order, the stories inside each group in chronological order and the convention will be as it follows:

Title (members of that group, other groups and their members if present in the story)

AESPA

Spicy Illusions (Karina)

Versace On The Floor (Ningning)

Noona's Birthday Gifts (Karina, Girls' Generation Taeyeon)

Art of Escape (Winter, Billie Tsuki)

Dirty-Talking Leaders (Karina, Itzy Yeji)

AOA

Like a Pet (Seolhyun)

ARTMS

Aphrodite (Heejin)

BILLIE

Art of Escape (Tsuki, Aespa Winter)

BLACKPINK

Breakfast at Jennie's (Jennie)

Morning Roses (Rosé)

CIGNATURE

I Love Her Smile (Jeewon)

CLC

Debut Party (Elkie, Twice Tzuyu, Jihyo, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, (G)I-DLE Shuhua)

DREAMCATCHER

Luck Inside Her Backdoor (Yoohyeon)

FROMIS_9

Crossing The River (Jiwon, (G)I-DLE Miyeon, Minnie)

(G)I-DLE

Crossing The River (Miyeon, Minnie, fromis_9 Jiwon)

Super Whores (Full Group)

Profession: Fucktoy (Miyeon)

Debut Party (Shuhua, Twice Tzuyu, Jihyo, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, CLC Elkie)

GIRLS' GENERATION

A Special Fanmeeting (Yuri)

Noona's Birthday Gifts (Taeyeon, Aespa Karina)

I.O.I

Gym Intruder (Somi, Itzy Ryujin)

Wild Swingers (Somi, Twice Chaeyoung)

ITZY

Gym Intruder (Ryujin, I.O.I Somi)

Sensate Focus (Yeji)

Livestream (Yuna)

Dirty-Talking Leaders (Yeji, Aespa Karina)

The Nerd (Chaeryeong, Ryujin)

IVE

Bunny Wants Carrot (Wonyoung)

Rookie Initiation (Yujin, Liz)

Dear Priest (Rei)

IZ*ONE

Get It Like Boom Boom Boom (Chaewon)

The Breeding Clinic (Eunbi, Twice Jihyo)

King Of Oshiri (Sakura, Le Sserafim Kazuha, Twice Sana, Mina, Momo)

Underwater (Eunbi)

Hard (Chaewon, Minju)

Bunny Wants Carrot (Wonyoung)

Rookie Initiation (Yujin, Ive Liz)

Blast From The Past (Minju)

KEP1ER

Taming The Tiger (Chaehyun)

Gold Medal (Xiaoting)

KISS OF LIFE

The Midas Touch (Natty)

Magic Night (Julie, Twice Nayeon)

LE SSERAFIM

Get It Like Boom Boom Boom (Chaewon)

King Of Oshiri (Sakura, Kazuha, Twice Sana, Mina, Momo)

Hard (Chaewon, Iz*one Minju)

Call Me Jen (Yunjin)

Bad Girl, Good Girl (Kazuha, Miss A Suzy)

LOONA

Aphrodite (Heejin)

MISS A

Bad Girl, Good Girl (Suzy, Le Sserafim Kazuha)

NEWJEANS

Tummy Perversions (Hanni, Nmixx Sullyoon)

NMIXX

Tummy Perversions (Sullyoon, Newjeans Hanni)

Schoolgirl Fantasies (Kyujin)

OH MY GIRL

Under Her Skirt (Arin)

RED VELVET

A Joyful Christmass (Joy)

STAYC

No More Allergies (Isa)

TWICE

The Breeding Clinic (Jihyo, Iz*one Eunbi)

King Of Oshiri (Sana, Mina, Momo, Le Sserafim/Iz*one Sakura, Le Sserafim Kazuha)

Room 922 (Nayeon)

Wild Swingers (Chaeyoung, I.O.I Somi)

The Men's Show (Sana)

No Rest For The Peach (Momo)

Debut Party (Tzuyu, special guests Jihyo, Dahyun, Chaeyoung + CLC Elkie, (G)I-DLE Shuhua)

Magic Night (Nayeon, Kiss of Life Julie)

WEEEKLY

Love In An Elevator (Zoa)

SERIES LIST

Legends

Noona's Birthday Gifts (Taeyeon feat. Karina)

Bad Girl, Good Girl (Suzy feat. Kazuha)

Twice The Fun

The Men's Show (Sana)

No Rest For The Peach (Momo)

Debut Party (Tzuyu w/ Dahyun, Jihyo, Chaeyoung, Elkie, Shuhua)

[doverstar]

hate to burst our ship bubble here but I think Moffat’s tone is being misread. he has only ever regarded Rose and Rose/Doctor with contempt and exasperation, even in-script. pretty sure he wrote this to mean “oh no, not her again, will the Doctor never be rid of the clingy girlfriend?”

BOTH TEN AND ELEVEN…..Oh how dare they not show of them doing this in the 50th

[milliesfishes]

Can I request Billy takes his girl to the bar and some asshole inappropriately touches her and Billy goes batshit crazy beating him up so she’s crying because she’s worried about him getting hurt and then Billy is so gentle and protective afterwards 😭

⋆౨ৎbilly gets into a fight for you⋆౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

A cry wrenched itself from your mouth before you could rein it in as Billy's fist collided with the man's face, a sickening sound cracking the air. You gasped, hands covering your mouth, and a bystander tugged you back by the elbow. "Watch out!"

Ears ringing, you watched in horror as the man toppled over, hitting the ground, arms swinging for Billy. He had him pinned down, the barstool clattering to the ground behind him. The crowd was thick around the scene, every pair of eyes on the fight. It was a tangled mess of bloodied fists and noses, and in the candlelit darkness, you could hardly tell who was who.

It had been an incident so quick you could have missed it in the blink of an eye. The man could have been drunk, you weren't sure. All you had known was the feeling of an unfamiliar hand where you did not want it, and then two seconds later, Billy pushing you away while he said something you couldn't hear.

And now they were brawling, rolling around on the ground, hats discarded from the intensity. You wanted to stop them, but images of a wayward fist flying your way prevented you from stepping between them. So much for your evening.

You'd seen Billy upset before. But never angry. Never like this. No, with you he was always gentle, always careful that hints of his infamous outlaw's side were never visible. He'd been so careful, so mindful of how he presented himself. There had never been cause for you to be afraid.

It felt like watching a different man there on the floor, the shadows of boots unable to hide the fury in his eyes. Tears stung your eyes and you turned away, pushing through the crowd, your breathing faint. There were shouts in the background, but they were distant to you, a million miles away.

You found your way outside, gulping in burning mouthfuls of air that set your lungs on fire. Your heart was racing like a rabbit in the spring, and one hand flew to it, as if you could hold it still. The tears you'd attempted to hold back inside were now flowing freely down your cheeks, and you squeezed your eyes shut, a sharp, stuttering breath drawing itself from your lips.

Guilt doused you like a bucket of water, and you had an urge to go back inside, to see to Billy and make sure he wasn't hurt. But the glaring facet of that emotion reminded you that he'd gotten into a fight over you. This was your fault. You should have been more careful, should have stayed at Billy's side.

The creak of the door as it swung open pierced the night air, and you turned, terrified at the sound. The only thing out here right now with you were the tumbleweeds, and you cursed yourself for not having learned your lesson in the bar. It was a dangerous world, and you weren't fit to be alone in it.

But the man who stepped out wasn't a stranger at all. You still shrank back at the sight of him, at the blood around his nose, on the hand holding his hat. He shifted his weight to the other foot sheepishly, eyes focused on you.

You tried to hold back the tears still flowing down your cheeks as twin rivers, but it was helpless. Billy exhaled softly, tossing his hat aside and floating toward you, the sound of his boots heavy on the dusty ground. "Baby...baby 'm sorry. 'M so sorry..." he tried to reach for you, but you froze and he let his hands fall limp to his sides. "I shouldn't 'ave lost my temper like that. I know that was scary, 'm sorry."

"You hurt yourself," you breathed, eyes on his knuckles. "Billy..."

"I'm okay," he promised, turning his palms to face the sky, reaching toward you. "Ain't my first fight. I'm worried 'bout you, sweetheart."

Your eyes fell to his gun, and he took in a breath, tugging at the belt until it was loose and tossing it over by his hat. "I ain't ever gonna hurt you. Never. You're my girl. I'd die before I hurt you."

Billy took a step closer, looking like he was approaching a wild animal. When you didn't flinch or move away, he took another, and another until he was less than a foot away. Searching your eyes, he whispered, "Can I touch you?"

Nodding ever so slightly, you kept your vision trained on his shoulder. His hands found your cheeks, tilting your face up so you were forced to look at him. When you looked into his eyes, there wasn't a single trace of the man who'd knocked another to the ground and beaten him bloody. You only saw the one you loved, the one you'd kissed, the one you'd given so much of yourself to.

Thumbs clearing the tears from your face, he murmured, "I was tryna protect you but I didn't do it the right way. 'm sorry, baby. 'm so sorry you saw me like that. It's not your fault I did a bad thing."

A tense little cry escaped your lips, and he pulled you into him, arms engulfing you into their comfort. Your face was pressed to his chest, and you felt bad for wetting his shirt with more tears. One hand was flat on your back, following the path of your spine back and forth, the other at the crown of your head, just holding you to him.

You sniffled, and he let his body tilt from side to side, rocking you back and forth as was his way. Whenever you came to him in tears, whether it be over your monthly or a minor injury he did this, knowing every crack and nook of you like it was himself.

"I love you. 'm so sorry." Billy rubbed your back when you lifted your head from his shoulder like a snail peeking out of its shell. Your arms were wrapped firmly around his waist, likely squeezing too tight, but he didn't say a word.

The tiniest of smiles lifted your lips at the look of pure longing on his face. He was worried he'd ruined something. Just like you had been. You brought your hands to his collar, smoothing it down and looking into his eyes. "I love you."

He let out a breath, lips brushing your hair. "I love you." Billy brushed your hair over your shoulders, smoothing it down. "My girl."

You burrowed yourself back into his arms, the feeling of safety washing over you in waves. You'd forgotten it before, but now the candle was re-lit, the spark a warming fire once again. As he pressed his lips to your head over and over, murmuring that maybe it was time to go home and maybe he'd go into work a little later tomorrow, all you felt was love.

Outlaw or not, he'd make damn sure that you were loved.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC

Living Slow by kathkin

“Was that like. For real your mom?”

“Yes, Billy,” said Superman, with unwavering patience. “That was my mom.”

Billy looked at him for a long moment. He said, “Why?”

“Why?” Superman echoed. “What – what do you mean, why?”

Billy shrugged. “It’s a pretty simple question.”

“Well,” said Superman. “Be that as it may, I got no idea how to answer it.”

In the face of an extraterrestrial threat they don't fully understand, with all their usual hide-outs compromised, the Justice League are forced to go to ground. Fortunately Superman has a remote location where they can regroup. Less fortunately, it comes with some baggage.

Genome by JpegDotJpeg

Being Tim Drake-Wayne’s trophy husband and full-time sugar baby was hard work, but not without its benefits. Kon had gotten very used to getting whatever he wanted with Tim around. Clothes, tuition money.

Babies.

BNHA

someone blessed by blueseam

“Would you like to make a bet?”

It’s delivered in the same polite, measured tone Todoroki uses for almost everything, which only makes the offer more unsettling.

“Uh.”

If it will make him go away, Hitoshi might consider it.

__

Todoroki bets Shinsou that he won’t last a week in Class 2A without making at least one friend. He’s pretty confident he’ll get the money.

Too bad Midoriya only knows how to make friends by hurting himself.

ATLA

the dry grass catches fire by Anonymous

"Shoichi," Zuko says quietly, fighting to keep his voice steady. "What happened to Izumi?"

Shoichi is milk-pale. He shuffles on the spot, then opens his mouth. Zuko watches his lips move, hears the sound of his voice, and somehow does not fall apart.

"She was taken, my Lord," Shoichi says, and—

Every torch in the palace goes out.

-

A failed assassination attempt on Zuko results in his daughter being kidnapped instead. Zuko will stop at nothing to get her back.

i'll come crashing by ohmygodwhy

Li's scar is suddenly all Jet can think about. The scar, the scar, the old man’s hot hands warming his tea like he thought he could get away with firebending in the middle of a crowd.

or: After getting to know Li on the ferry, Jet sees Mushi heat his tea. Instead of assuming Li is also a firebender, Jet assess the situation and comes to a rather different conclusion.

House MD

Intensive Care by LadyEliza

Chase is sick. House won't leave him alone. The diagnostics team at PPTH has two cases to solve…

Clone Wars

a river runs through it by vizslasaber

There is a kind of fear that is unique to a Jedi.

(Cody and Obi-Wan. A lesson in attachment.)

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Gaz and Soap use Nikolai as attitude adjustment.

cw: canon typical violence, mild sexual content towards the end.

If Gaz and Soap really want to humble a new trooper that's got a bit arrogant, they won't escalate them to Ghost or Price, because any fresh recruit would expect to be obliterated by fully trained operators at some point during their training; it would be viewed as a privilege to be crushed by the one and only Bravo Six, and Ghost is legendary.

Instead, they put them in a room with Nikolai.

It was Gaz's idea originally. Nik isn't SAS, he's precisely the type of unhinged, formidable opponent these little fucks are going to have to face in the field. In fact, he was one life decision away from being one of their actual enemies. Every time Soap and Gaz have to go toe to toe with the Russians they're sure to thank whatever higher power that they haven't got Nikolai running rings around them rather than waiting to bail them out.

They have one particular scrote who has been pissing them off all week. He thinks he's Billy Big Bollocks and, while he follows the letter of an order, he always likes to think he knows best and... interpret. The sergeants told him to focus on endurance and cardio in his workouts and he continued to build strength, he navigated a river crossing wrong and ended up stranding his crew. Lots of little things that mean if he doesn't shape up then he's gonna fail.

Gaz and Soap take him, and the friends that are beginning to get ideas, to Nik's hanger where he's working.

"Nik, fall in," Gaz calls at the Black Hawk.

Nik drops from the top of the heli where he was doing some maintenance on the main rotary engine, and Soap has to work hard to keep his face serious, because fuck does Nik play his part well.

He's shirtless, sweating from the exertion of turning the big wrench in his hand, and there's grease spattered on his stomach, up his arms. That gold chain really tops off the look, nestled in the fur on his chest, and he looks every bit the Russian mobster. Gaz can see why the captain thirsts so much.

(Not that there's anything wrong with that, sir. You hit that, uh... man, umm..)

"Sergeants," Nik greets them respectfully, and then those dark eyes turn to the trooper standing at their side. To his credit, the kid squares his shoulders and meets Nik's eyes, which is a pretty big ask given Nik's reputation on base. "Between one and ten?" Nik asks, still the very picture of affable civility.

"Four," Soap says, pulling a baton and a coil of rope from his belt. He throws them both to the floor in front of the trooper they've brought for a lesson in respect and listening skills. "Subdue and apprehend."

"What?" The trooper asks, stunned.

"Subdue and apprehend the target," Soap repeats, and then juts his chin after Nikolai. "'E's yer target."

Nik places his wrench down and uses the rag on his workbench to wipe his hands. He is completely unarmed, dressed only in his combat trousers, belted low on his hips, and boots. He glances at the baton and rope on the floor, and then to his intended adversary. "When you are ready, comrade."

The trooper picks up his weapon, glances at his sergeants, the rest of his troop and then flicks the baton out. Nik stands there placidly, hands down by his sides as he flicks his fingers in a little come on gesture. The trooper runs in.

The slap Nikolai lands across the lad's face echoes around the hanger. Even Gaz and Soap grimace, while the other two troopers flinch, their shoulders rising around their ears. The trooper recovers after being forced into the work bench with the force, and leans in for a swing to the gut, which Nik swerves, shoving the incoming shoulder down.

With each failed or blocked attack, Nik retaliates with precision, administering openhanded slaps to the jaw, shoving away or ducking poorly timed swings, before landing a gut punch and then swiping the trooper's boots out from under him. The lad recovers with a decent enough roll and dives in for another, but Nik grabs his shirt and slams him into the side of the Black Hawk. He makes it look easy.

The trooper groans and staggers. Nik growls, irritated. "Pochemi ty tebya ne perestat vyyobyvat’sya, eh?"

"I wouldnae take tha' rookie, he called yer ma a bitch," Soap calls over.

Gaz huffs. "No he didn't."

Soap shrugs then forms his mouth into a grimacing 'ooh' when Nik lands a knee to the bollocks, proceeding to dissect their trainee's defences with brutal efficiency now that he had run out of patience. He grabs the wrist holding the baton, twists and throws his opponent like he's nought but a cheap stuffed toy from the local carnival.

When the lad scrambles to his feet, now without defence, Nik is already waiting with a right hook that sends him down to his knee and three swift kicks to the ribs that takes him the rest of the way to the floor.

Nik rests a boot on the trooper's face, and reaches for the spanner on his workbench. Gaz clears his throat, flashing four fingers with a single shake of the head to remind Nik of the agreed scale, and Nik nods, lifting his hands apologetically before clasping them before his hips. He tuts down at his felled opponent. "Ah, it appears you have been killed, comrade. A shame."

Soap swaggers over, his hands tucked inside his carrier vest, and crouches down by his trainee's head. "An' that was him at a four. Can ye imagine wha' 'e woulda done to ye at ten, eh, hen?" Soaps answer is a groan and a gurgle.

"Nikolai!"

Soap stands abruptly, Gaz straightens and the two intact troopers smack their boots together, backs rigid. Nik looks up more leisurely, his placid, Labrador eyes, now empty of malice, settle on Captain Price, who stands in the shadows of the hanger door, his arms folded. "That's quite enough. I think Reynolds has learned his lesson. Let 'im up."

Nik steps back and tucks his hands behind his back. The way he stands at ease reminds Gaz and Soap that their favourite Russian arms dealer used to wear a uniform instead of a leather jacket, and they're again thankful he bats for their team. Ha, in more ways than one, as it goes.

Reynolds climbs to his feet slowly and rejoins his mates as Gaz dismisses them.

"Get them to mess. It's dinnertime," Price says to his two sergeants, and then looks at Nik. "My office."

Someone unfamiliar with the captain might have missed the way he looked Nik up and down before he turned his back, from scruffy boots to sweating, grease-slick chest, his blue eyes aflame like pilot lights in a bloody gas boiler, but Gaz didn't. He smirks as Nik swaggers past, his jacket slung over his bare shoulder. "You dog," Gaz mutters.

Nik winks at him before he disappears with the - his - captain.

"Really?" Price asks, with a kind of tired exasperation, as they step across the threshold into the pokey little cubby hole he occupies on base.

"I was teaching," Nik says, shoulders rolling in a shrug.

"Yer take far too much joy in slappin' 'round my soldiers, Nik." Price leans against his desk, arms folded, his eyes raking over Nik's body with a white hot desire roiling in his gut.

"You must enjoy your work to perform it to a high standard." Nik strolls up into Price's personal space like he belongs there, nudging the captain's boots apart to make room, gaze dropping to his crotch. "And, perhaps, you enjoy my work too?"

Price chuckles low in his throat. "Yer sick bastard," he growls, reaching to wind his hand through that golden chain and yank Nik down.

The kiss is fierce, tongue licking possessively into Nik's mouth as Nik slots between his legs. Nik's filthy hands find Price's waist and then slide down to his arse for a greedy squeeze, moving to Price's thighs when his knees hook up and over Nik's hips.

"Hng, bloody 'ell, get those fuckin' kecks down and fuck me," Price snarls, still keeping Nik in place by his chain even as he yanks open his belt and fly.

Nik had wanted to finish his repairs, but railing Price over his desk when he looks about ready to devour him feels like a far better use of his time.

[twilightsagasworld]

Paul x Reader

Imagine

Requested by @littlemissvenom0

It disgusted you to a deep degree, and Leah had warned you long before you started dating that Paul was a loose guy, never being able to fully commit to something.

It wasn’t that your relationship even felt real. Paul was incredibly distant and avoided doing anything that put you two in the same space for too long. Like he was some royal who couldn’t even entertain the idea of mingling with poverty.

You were again reminded of this when you and Leah hung out today. The weather was cloudy and the remnants of earlier rain was still around, making everything wet. You and Leah were out in the forest near the river border of the tribal grounds.

“I don’t understand why you just don’t break up with him, (y/n). You guys haven’t even acted like a real couple for months”

You sighed while rolling up your vest sleeves, shifting your position on the damp clump of rocks you two were sat on. Distant laughter was in the background, coming from the Black residence.

Leah’s head turned to you, waiting patiently as you puffed your cheeks before letting the air go.

“Yeah, I know, I know… “ you took a pause, tossing a pebble down to the river below you, “I geuss I just hope he’ll come around before I do decide to break it off”

Leah rolls her eyes, “I can’t believe you’re holding on to some slim piece of hope that he’ll maybe turn into some prince charming or whatever, its not”

You frown slightly, “You obviously don't think I should''. Your cousin gives you an exasperated expression, “All I see is him flirting with every girl within a few feet of him, while you stay back all embarrassed all the time, it's getting frustrating and I keep having to listen to him think about it everyday. You have to do something about it”

You look away, biting the inside of your cheek as you listen to her talk. Truth be told you knew your relationship with Paul could only go one of two ways, either you break up with him, or he miraculously turns from his ways and realises how much he actually loves you, if he even does love you.

“You’re right Leah” you stand up, pulling your cousin up with you. “I think it’s time I have a serious talk with him”. You two make your way to the Black residence in a matter of minutes, just as the rain comes pouring down around you.

You and Leah made it just in time to see Paul getting it on with a brunette you absolutely didn’t think you’d see again. “Isnt that Jessica?!” You hear Leah from a few feet behind you. You couldn’t believe it, Paul knew you didn’t like Jessica at all, she was as pretentious and bratty as they come and seeing Paul make put with her under Billy’s porch roof just triggered something in you.

Your breathing got heavy, a heat like you’ve never felt before started spreading though your veins, Leah’s eyes got wide and she called for Sam who came rushing out of the cabin, Quil and Embry on his tail.

“Hey! (Y/n), calm down!”

Sam was standing a bit back. You couldn’t focus on him right now, steam was pouring off your skin and you winced and yelped as you felt your skin and bones move inside you. Leah rushed away from you just in time as you recklessly shifted into a medium sized salt and pepper toned wolf. You stumbled as you threw yourself off balance and landed disgracefully in the muddy grass. No one moved, Paul had already started making his way down when Embry held him back.

You didn’t wait to see or hear what was going on as you stumbled and ran into the forest, Leah’s hollering voice yelling for you to wait and come back.

•••

“ I thought she didn’t have the wolf gene in her?!”

“ I know, im pretty sure everyone here thought so”

The wolf pack, along with Billy Black all crowded Billy’s small living room. The rain was still going hard and you had left the grounds 10 minutes earlier. Sam and Billy were in a heated talk.

Paul threw his hands up,and pushed himself out of the chair, “I’m going after her-“ Leah grabs Paul’s arm, “No way! You think she wants to look at your ugly face right now? You’re the reason she turned !”

Paul got in Leah’s face, but she wasn’t intimidated, “What did you just say?!”

“Enough!”

Sam’s authoritarian voice broke them apart and a silence filled the room, albeit tense. Billy cleared his throat and spoke to Sam, “I think you should be the one to go look for (y/n), she trusts you, and you’re the only one who could handle another accident”

Paul huffed and stormed out, no one bothered to stop him.

•••

“(Y/n)!”

Sam had been searching the woods for hours, but it was futile, he didn’t think she’d have gone so far from the reservation.

Sam shifted into his wolf form as a last attempt to find her.

He stood still in the dark forest. Listening.

Help

His ears twitched to the front.

Paul

Help

Its so cold

Sam didn’t hesitate now as he ran forward towards the mountains. Wherever (y/n) was, she was in trouble.

It wasn’t long before he reached the base of a mountain, rain falling hard around him and mud splattered through his wet fur. He stuck his nose to the ground as he took a deep sniff, letting the aromas and smell of the forest drift through his senses until he latched onto a sweeter scent, perfume. He followed the scent, leading closer and closer to a rushing river where he finally found her.

(Y/n) was back human now, and unfortunately in the nude as far as Sam could tell. But he acted quickly, coming to his senses as he rushed to (y/n), laying half in the river and on the riverbank. As gently as he possibly could while in his wolf form, Sam pulled her completely put of the river. Her body had turned from a tanned olive to pale and sickly. He brushed past the fact that she was bare and pawed at her to wake her up. Moments later her eyes fluttered open slowly, she looked sluggishly up at him and struggled to push herself up as best she could. Sam laid flat to allow (y/n) to slide herself onto his back.

•••

Leah rushed out of Billy’s house as soon as she heard Sam’s thoughts. The rest of the pack behind her.

They all gathered outside as Sam came jogging through the treeline, still in wolf form. A pale body hung onto him and he came to a still infront of the group. Paul ran forward and scooped (y/n) from Sam’s back, pulling her protectively into his body as he and Leah entered Billy’s place.

Billy motioned for them to take (y/n) into Jacobs old bedroom as he rolled to a linin closet and took out heavy blankets to give to Leah. “Thanks Billy” Leah took the pile and pushed Paul out of the bedroom, he looked offended but didn’t push it and went back into Billy’s living room where only Sam was waiting, now human and dressed in jean shorts.

Billy sighed, “Leave her be for now, go home” Sam nodded and moved to leave, Paul stayed sat, Billy stared pointedly, “You too, Paul”. Paul stayed put, leg twitching, “No way, not until she wakes up, I have to see her open her eyes Billy”. Not wanting to make a scene Billy let Paul be.

•••

(Y/n) didn’t wake up that night, or the next day.

It took a week for her complexion to return.

And when she did wake up, Paul was by her side, tear uncharacteristically streaming down his face as he grabbed her hands and kissed them.

(Y/n) frowned, “Paul?… where am I?”

“You’re at Billy’s place, you were asleep for a week, I thought… “ Pauled rubbed his eyes, “Forget it, how do you feel?” He let go of her hands as she sat up, she popped her back, no longer bare as Leah had gone to fetch clothes for her.

Paul stepped back, guilt covering his face. “Whats that look for Paul?”. (Y/n) sat on the edge of the bed, sluggish and confused.

“Im so so so sorry (y/n)…”

Her eyes went wide. This was a Paul she had never seen before. She kept quiet.

“I screwed up by doing what I did, but it was because I was scared”

“Scared?” She gave him an umimpressed look.

He nodded, “Believe it or not, I thought I could push you away because I was scared of what I was feeling for you, I never expected it to happen with you”

She frowned, standing up slowly and steadily, “What? What didn’t you expect Paul?”

His words froze her in her place.

“I imprinted on you (y/n)”

And apparently that was all it took for her to collapse back on the bed, tears coming to the front.

She struggled to find the words, but Paul seemed to hear what she was thinking.

Paul spent the better half of the night explaining to (y/n) what happened, why it happened and why he did what he did. He got a scorching red hand print on his cheek by the end of it, along with a heavy scolding. But not forgiveness. (Y/n) explained that she couldn’t forgive him right off the bat, although his intentions were understandable, he did wrong by her and to her by what he did with all those women, especially Jessica.

She needed time.

And Paul gave her that, without a word against it.

•••

It took (y/n) 3 months to fully forgive Paul.

Another 4 months to agree on dating.

And all the while Paul was respectful of (y/n)’s wishes and compromises.

Leah gave him an earful telepathically and verbally almost every chance she got.

But by the end of the year, they were happier than they were before. Although their relationship was far from perfect, and they argued still, they were happy. Paul no longer went out of his way to apite her and make her jealous and (y/n) put her foot down alot more.

Leah held a grudge against Paul a bit longer but eventually gave in.

Sam and the pack helped (y/n) integrate into the wolf pack and train her.

For now, all was well.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

Thank you dear reader.

And thank you to littlemissvenom0 for requesting this.

[lucygxybaird]

billy x reader - you feel the baby kick

tw: pregnancy, tw: nausea (mention)

Sitting on the front porch, a pile of mending in a basket at your feet, you lean back in the chair and close your eyes, tipping your face up. A soft spring breeze plays with the tendrils of hair falling from your braid, sunshine splashing into your lap, and if you listen hard enough, you can hear Billy singing to himself as he repairs a saddle in the little shack that passes for your stable.

Oh, how I love her, ain’t that a shame…oh, how I love her, good-bye, Liza Jane…

You smile to yourself, absently humming along. More often than not lately, you’ve started dozing off in the afternoons, a habit which you know alarmed Billy at first — though he promised to fuss over you less (and  he’s definitely gotten better), you did overhear him taking the doctor aside after a recent visit, asking if it was normal for you to be so tired.

“Yes, son,” the doctor had assured him. You’d been pretty sure you could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s perfectly normal, and in fact, I’d encourage it. It’s a lot of work, bringing new life into the world.”

Without opening your eyes, you smooth a hand over your belly, your faint smile widening. Loose nightgowns can’t hide your condition anymore, but you don’t mind, because with every change to your body, you know your baby is growing. Not to mention Billy simply can’t keep his hands off you. 

Most often, he’ll start with his hands on your shoulders, coming up behind you and squeezing gently, resting his chin on the crown of your head. Then his hands will slide down your arms, pausing to cup your elbows and pull you flush against him. You’ll relax in his arms, glad to take the weight off the small of your back, and he’ll spread one large, warm palm over the curve of your belly.

“How’re my girls doin’ today?” he’ll ask, which never fails to make you giggle. 

“What if it’s a boy?”

Billy always shakes his head firmly. “Mm-mm, that’s my baby girl in there,” he’ll tell you. “I know it.” 

When the two of you are laying in bed together, Billy will hold you in his arms all night, both hands resting protectively over your stomach. Other times, throughout the day, he’ll pause just to kiss you — your lips, each cheek, your forehead — before putting his palm against your ribs, thumb moving in soothing circles over the fabric of your dress, which is becoming more and more tightly stretched with each passing day. 

“You’re so pretty,” he’ll tell you, smiling in a dreamy sort of way, like he can’t quite believe this life is actually his. Or he’ll ask you how you’re feeling, or he’ll ask you what you did today while he was working, or he’ll tease you with more whimsically intricate Gaelic baby names (Gobnait, Odhairnaith, Dubhghlas, Muircheartach). 

Sometimes, when you find yourself worrying — about the pain to come, about taking care of another little living being, about if you’ll be a good mother, a good wife — you think of that smile.

You have always known that Billy’s story diverges from the man, a tributary branching off from a river; the truth was clear, cold water, sweet and filling, but it seemed most people weren’t interested in that. They were rabidly fascinated by that little stream, by the waters churning with blood, spent shells, dirt and sweat. Tears. You love all of Billy, tributaries and all, but you know that he earnestly wants to follow the river, tracings its path to the future. A future with you, with your baby.

When you see his peaceful smile, his contentment radiating from him like an angel’s halo, you’re reminded of how far he’s come. Of how much he deserves this peace, this life the two of you are making together, and you feel at peace yourself. Whatever comes, physical pain or self-doubt, you know you can take it on, as long as you have him by your side.

Which — 

Your eyes flutter open as his shadow falls across your face, and you smile up at him. “How long have you been standing there?”

Billy grins sheepishly, shrugging. Rather than loom over you, he kneels beside your chair, putting his hand against your stomach. “Not long,” he says, as you cover his hand with your own. You can smell the scent of leather clinging to his skin, mixing with his natural musk, and you’re glad that your stomach has finally settled. A few months ago, even scents like this — scents you loved — would have driven you to a bucket. 

You remember how attentive he had been then — not that he was any less attentive now — even though your illness had embarrassed you. You’d known, logically, that you couldn’t help it, but it had made you cringe, nonetheless. You worried that he would find you disgusting like this, but you should have known better. Billy had never once flinched, instead holding your hair safely back, helping you into bed afterwards, fetching you water to rinse your mouth and crackers to soothe your tender stomach. 

“What are you thinkin’ about?” You feel his fingers grasp your chin, turning your face toward his. You smile and shake your head.

“You.” 

Billy raises an eyebrow, a faint smile coming to his lips. “Good things, I hope.”

“Oh, no,” you say, shaking your head expansively. “Only about how you repulse me, actually.”

“Ah!” He puts his hand over his heart, as though mortally wounded. You bite your lip to keep from giggling. After a moment of consideration, he says: “That makes having my baby a little awkward for ya, huh?”

“A little,” you agree. 

He leans up to kiss you, moving his hand from your stomach to the arm of the chair to brace himself. It’s then, as your own palm settles on the curve of your belly, that you feel it. You gasp against Billy’s lips, and he straightens up at once, his eyes widening.

“What?” he says. “Is somethin’ wrong? Is it the baby?”

You just smile at him, shaking your head. You hold up your free hand, indicating that you need a moment, and Billy sits back on his heels, his forehead still furrowed with concern. “Here,” you breathe, and you take his hand, putting it over the spot where you think you felt something.

“Darlin’, wh—?” His voice falters as he feels the same thing you felt, and his eyes go wide, his face shining like a child on Christmas morning, faced with every gift he could ever want. “Is that…?”

“I think so,” you say, laughing weakly, tears starting in your eyes like a pair of stars winking into life. “I think it is.”

And then it happens again, and you’re certain. 

“Billy, here,” you say, taking his hand and moving it to the new spot. 

It feels like a fish swimming beneath your skin, a fluttering sensation that reminds you of ripples in a pond — and then — 

“Oh!” 

The two of you exclaim at the same time, and under normal circumstances, it would make you laugh. His deeper voice melding with your lighter one is like a kitten and a mountain lion being startled in unison. But all you can think about is the strong, solid jab you both felt — you, against the drum-tight curve of your stomach, and Billy, in his cupped hand, as if he’s catching a firefly. 

“Do it again,” Billy says, wide-eyed, and you almost tell him — gently — that you can’t really control it, when you realize his eyes are trained on your stomach. “Please? Do it again for your papa, please?”

You both sit there for a moment, waiting, and then — 

Another little flutter, like the baby is rolling over inside you, and you guide Billy’s hand over the ballet beneath your skin. There’s another sharp jab to your ribs, right into Billy’s palm. “Oh, my sweet girl,” Billy says softly, and it isn’t until he looks up at you with glittering eyes that you realize he’s talking to you this time. “That’s our baby.”

You lean down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Ours,” you agree. You love the sound of that word. 

“And she listened to me,” Billy says, offering you a cheeky grin. “You think that makes her papa’s girl already?”

“What are you going to do when this baby is born and it’s a boy?” 

Billy smiles. “Then we’ll name him Patrick William, and we’ll try again.” 

You snort, raising an eyebrow. “And how many babies do you think we’re going to have, Mr. Bonney?”

He leans up to kiss you again, brushing his lips, butterfly light, over the curve of your cheek. “As many as you’re willin’ to give me, honey. An’ you know I’ll love every one, whether it’s just this little one, or…”

He cuts his eyes over at you, raising his eyebrows to give you a cue. You laugh and hold up two fingers. “Or two more,” he finishes, and you giggle.

He sits in the rocking chair next to yours, pulling your feet into his lap. “You know it doesn’t matter to me, boy or girl,” he says. “I just want ’em to be happy and healthy. That’s all.”

You lean your head back as his thumbs dig into the arch of your foot. “I know,”  you murmur.

There’s silence for a moment, and you let yourself drift idly, relaxing at the pleasure of his touch, of his words. 

“I was thinkin’, though…”

You crack an eye open. “Hmm?”

“If we have a little girl…my ma would have liked…I mean, she woulda…she really woulda loved…”

His throat works, and you lean forward, taking your feet — with no small measure of reluctance — out of his lap, taking your hands in his instead. “I know,” you say. “Our firstborn daughter was always gonna be Kathleen Bonney, whether it’s this baby or another one.”

He smiles, his eyes bright again. “Thank you, darlin’.” 

You kiss him gently, before pulling back with a grin. “Much better than Gobnait…”

His head tilts back with the force of his laughter, his broad shoulders shaking. “Aw, come on now, you didn’t really give that one a chance…”

“And I won’t,” you say, shaking your head with a giggle. “No matter how many we have.” 

[book--brackets]

Summaries under the cut

Stardust by Neil Gaiman

Young Tristran Thorn will do anything to win the cold heart of beautiful Victoria—even fetch her the star they watch fall from the night sky. But to do so, he must enter the unexplored lands on the other side of the ancient wall that gives their tiny village its name. Beyond that old stone wall, Tristran learns, lies Faerie—where nothing not even a fallen star, is what he imagined.

Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls

Billy, Old Dan, and Little Ann—a boy and his two dogs...

A loving threesome, they ranged the dark hills and river bottoms of Cherokee County. Old Dan had the brawn, Little Ann had the brains—and Billy had the will to train them to be the finest hunting team in the valley. Glory and victory were coming to them, but sadness waited too. And close by was the strange and wonderful power that's only found...

The Witches by Roald Dahl

This is not a fairy-tale. This is about real witches. Real witches don't ride around on broomsticks. They don't even wear black cloaks and hats. They are vile, cunning, detestable creatures who disguise themselves as nice, ordinary ladies. So how can you tell when you're face to face with one? Well, if you don't know yet you'd better find out quickly-because there's nothing a witch loathes quite as much as children and she'll wield all kinds of terrifying powers to get rid of them.

The Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan

Since his mother's death six years ago, Carter Kane has been living out of a suitcase, traveling the globe with his father, the brilliant Egyptologist, Dr. Julius Kane. But while Carter's been homeschooled, his younger sister, Sadie, has been living with their grandparents in London. Sadie has just what Carter wants—school friends and a chance at a "normal" life. But Carter has just what Sadie longs for—time with their father. After six years of living apart, the siblings have almost nothing in common. Until now.

On Christmas Eve, Sadie and Carter are reunited when their father brings them to the British Museum, with a promise that he's going to "make things right." But all does not go according to plan: Carter and Sadie watch as Julius summons a mysterious figure, who quickly banishes their father and causes a fiery explosion.

Soon Carter and Sadie discover that the gods of Ancient Egypt are waking, and the worst of them—Set—has a frightening scheme. To save their father, they must embark on a dangerous journey—a quest that brings them ever closer to the truth about their family and its links to the House of Life, a secret order that has existed since the time of the pharaohs.

Hatchet by Gary Paulsen

Brian is on his way to Canada to visit his estranged father when the pilot of his small prop plane suffers a heart attack. Brian is forced to crash-land the plane in a lake--and finds himself stranded in the remote Canadian wilderness with only his clothing and the hatchet his mother gave him as a present before his departure.

Brian had been distraught over his parents' impending divorce and the secret he carries about his mother, but now he is truly desolate and alone. Exhausted, terrified, and hungry, Brian struggles to find food and make a shelter for himself. He has no special knowledge of the woods, and he must find a new kind of awareness and patience as he meets each day's challenges. Is the water safe to drink? Are the berries he finds poisonous?

Slowly, Brian learns to turn adversity to his advantage--an invading porcupine unexpectedly shows him how to make fire, a devastating tornado shows him how to retrieve supplies from the submerged airplane. Most of all, Brian leaves behind the self-pity he has felt about his predicament as he summons the courage to stay alive.

Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell

On San Nicolas Island, dolphins flash in the surrounding blue waters, sea otter play in the vast kelp beds, and sea elephants loll on the stony beaches. Here, in the early 1800s, a girl named Karana spent eighteen years alone.

Karana had to contend with the ferocious pack of wild dogs that killed her younger brother, constantly guard against Aleutian sea otter hunters, and maintain a precarious food supply. Her courage, self-reliance, and grit has inspired millions of readers in this breathtaking adventure.

Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli

Leo Borlock follows the unspoken rule at Mica Area High School: don't stand out--under any circumstances! Then Stargirl arrives at Mica High and everything changes--for Leo and for the entire school. After 15 years of home schooling, Stargirl bursts into tenth grade in an explosion of color and a clatter of ukulele music, enchanting the Mica student body.

But the delicate scales of popularity suddenly shift, and Stargirl is shunned for everything that makes her different. Somewhere in the midst of Stargirl's arrival and rise and fall, normal Leo Borlock has tumbled into love with her.

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

For Milo, everything’s a bore. When a tollbooth mysteriously appears in his room, he drives through only because he’s got nothing better to do. But on the other side, things seem different. Milo visits the Island of Conclusions (you get there by jumping), learns about time from a ticking watchdog named Tock, and even embarks on a quest to rescue Rhyme and Reason! Somewhere along the way, Milo realizes something astonishing. Life is far from dull. In fact, it’s exciting beyond his wildest dreams. . . .

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

As a young horse, Black Beauty is well-loved and happy. But when his owner is forced to sell him, his life changes drastically. He has many new owners—some of them cruel and some of them kind. All he needs is someone to love him again....

Whether pulling an elegant carriage or a ramshackle cab, Black Beauty tries to live as best he can. This is his amazing story, told as only he could tell it.

Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt

Doomed to - or blessed with - eternal life after drinking from a magic spring, the Tuck family wanders about trying to live as inconspicuously and comfortably as they can. When ten-year-old Winnie Foster stumbles on their secret, the Tucks take her home and explain why living forever at one age is less a blessing that it might seem. Complications arise when Winnie is followed by a stranger who wants to market the spring water for a fortune.

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A Parisian Promise

Billie Eillish x fem!reader

The sun dipped low on the horizon, wrapping the city of Paris in a soft, golden light, like a painter brushing the sky with hues of pink and lavender. You walked hand in hand with Billie along the cobblestone paths of the Seine, the gentle lapping of the water echoing your heartbeat. Each step felt significant, a reminder that this was not just a vacation but a chapter of your lives woven into the fabric of a city known for love.

As the evening unfolded, the air filled with the scent of blooming jasmine from nearby gardens. You settled into a quaint café, where the aroma of freshly baked pastries mingled with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. Over glasses of wine, you shared dreams and whispered secrets, the warmth of Billie’s gaze drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Her laughter was like music, a melody that resonated deep within your soul.

After dinner, Billie took your hand again, leading you away from the bustling streets and toward a quieter stretch along the river. The lights of Paris shimmered like stars reflected in a tranquil sea, creating a path of magic beneath your feet. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its iconic silhouette standing guard over your moment.

As you reached a secluded spot, Billie paused, her fingers intertwined with yours. The world around you faded; the chatter of the city became a distant echo, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of intimacy. Billie turned to face you, her expression earnest and tender, as if she were about to unveil the deepest part of her heart.

“Paris is a city of stories,” she began, her voice soft yet steady, “each corner holds a memory, a moment that changes everything. But our story, the one we’re writing together… it’s the most beautiful one I could ever imagine.”

Your breath hitched as she reached into her pocket, the weight of the moment settling in. From the folds of her jacket, she produced a small velvet box, the deep blue color mirroring the night sky above. Your heart raced, the reality of what was happening dawning on you.

Billie dropped to one knee, the cobblestones cool beneath her, contrasting with the warmth of her love. “I’ve never known a love like this,” she said, her eyes locking onto yours, filled with a blend of excitement and vulnerability. “You make every day feel like a song worth singing, and I want to spend the rest of my life creating our own melody together.”

With trembling hands, she opened the box to reveal a ring—delicate yet striking, a shimmering band that caught the light like the city around you. “Will you marry me?”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, spilling over as you nodded, overwhelmed by the depth of her words and the beauty of this moment. “Yes, a thousand times yes!” you exclaimed, your voice thick with emotion.

Billie slipped the ring onto your finger, her touch gentle and deliberate. As she stood up, you were enveloped in her embrace, the world melting away. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the background, each light a celebration of your love.

“I promise to love you fiercely, to support you, to be your partner in every adventure,” Billie murmured against your hair, her breath warm and soothing. “I can’t wait to build our life together.”

You pulled back to look into her eyes, filled with hope and promise. In that moment, with the city of Paris as your witness, you knew that this was the beginning of forever.

Underneath the starry Parisian sky, you sealed the promise with a kiss, the world around you fading into a blur of love and laughter, each heartbeat echoing the sentiment: this was home.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - it was a pretty darn good time, frankly

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2024 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - Everyone looked like they were having a lot of fun in the fight sequences. I’m very happy for them. I’m not surprised they shot Khem and Chart. A little shocked it wasn’t also Yai, TBH.

I found this final episode rushed. According to rumors, The Sign was originally slated to be 14 eps, and it probably should’ve been. And I don’t say that often about Thai BL. But we all knew it was getting too bloated for its britches, so I'm not surprised they fumbled the ending. For me personally, it just wasn't that bad. It was fine and I was fine with it.

Tho, Billy does not look good with facial fur, messes up those gorgeous angles.

I was ultimately amused that the solution to the mythology thread was simply to talk to the river god and persuaded him to give up... off screen. It felt very old school wuxia. Or like Aeschylus or something. I did adore the stinger, Saint was basically like “I want wings too”. 

FINAL THOUGHTS

This show is literally everything (except straight) all at once. It's BL, queer, band of brothers, romcom, erotica, PNR, fated mates, police procedural, fantasy, mystery, suspense, and slasher. It’s the king of genre mash-up chaos. Sure, it's madness but there is genius in it. Was it a crazy unhinged mess +1 roll for damage? Yes. Yes it was. Did it manage to hold all those tangled threads together? No it did not. Was it also a charming, sexy, engaging, non-stop piece of entertainment? Sure thing. I think this show is basically my KinnPorsche, and frankly I’ve been chasing that dragon naga since KP aired. Is it perfect? No. But it was balls to the wall FUN and that gets a 9/10 from me.

I'm thinking of doing a full recap review (partly because I have so many great screen shots.)

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 10-11 of 12 - Since this series is following the yaoi so closely, I knew these were the separation eps. (Also I knew with would be a soft non-doom ep 11, Japan rarerly does these.) I like that they used it to show improve communication and development in all relationships, but, frankly, TayNew are just best when they are TayNew together on screen. So yeah. Let’s keep them back together, please?

Meanwhile, TayNew gifted us a gorgeous loving sweet sex scene. Thanks OG for doing us a solid. 

I wanna add, it sure is fun to see New play as soft and vulnerable character, I feel like he hasn’t done that since SOTUS. 

(Read all about distribution issues here.)

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 12fin - 1/3 of this is a sweet romance about a student doctor falling in love with a student chef, and the rest of it is utter dross. Look the OffGun bits were GREAT.. In fact, I think they’re better AS A PAIR in this show than in any of their other BLS. And I'm a hard sell on any OffGun being better than PickRome. Saying that, how can I review a show where I could only tolerate 1/3 of it? Because I didn’t like any other aspect of this show, no other pairs and no other plots. That gives me: 9/10 for the OffGun bits, 5/10 for everything else. Frankly it probably should be an 8 but I gotta go with my gut and it's upset about this so 7/10. Sorry boys. It’s GMMTV’s fault. Your heart was in this show, mine wasn’t. 

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 4 of 12 - These two are so good at making heart eyes at each other. It’s ridiculous. They don’t need any cartoon images or noises. Moot crush but "I wanna flirt and court more" is so flipping awesome. I love this for them… and us. 

1000 Years Old ep 2 of 12 - It’s very silly and we have been gifted with the dorkiest vampire ever. But... the smell thing makes me so happy. And I like that the vamp uses chan/nai or tan = v old fashioned. Nahlak. I love our ghost girl. Did you notice she wasn’t in the room with them but they left an empty chair for her? Also nahlak.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 6 - Kai was pretty much just “you're a workaholic but I basically married you whether you like it or not.” SMOOCH. What can I say? I'm a sucker for this dynamic.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - How is this show so cute? How do they both love and hurt each other so much. They are both just scared of loosing each other. Gah.

Unknown (Taiwan Sat Youku YouTube) 1 of 12 eps - Youku dropped the first ep to their YouTube channel but I doubt we can expect that to continue. Still, it was nice to be able to watch it in a convenient way. I enjoyed it. But I am cautious about it. Of course this is possibly two of my favorite tropes of all time (stepbrothers or a variation + hyung romance). So I’m looking forward to the romantic thread, but from the gritty style, it feels a lot more like a Taiwanese short. Which means it could go very dark and may not end happy. 

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 7 of 10 - I just don’t know if the main couple should be a couple. But when they finally get around to talking to each other, they sure are lovely. Also how great is it to see a uke initiate a kiss? Even if it’s not a very good kiss. 

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 2 of 8 - I am still not sure about this one. I am not contesting its quality, just saying it’s not for me. Also I’m not wild about what amounts to basically a redo of everything that already happened in the first episode from a different perspective. I know it’s a tall order with Japan, but I would like (when it’s a short series) for each new installment to actually move the plot (such as it is) along in someway. Am I asking too much?

It's done but I have no time

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.

It's airing but...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - rumors are it's interesting but full of unlikable characters. I'm waiting to know how it ends.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far. Ends next week TF.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - I tried but I can't get into my WeTV account anymore and I'm way too lazy to figure it out. Should I bother to go grey for it?

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand YT) - High school sweethearts who had a bad break up reunite when both of them have full time jobs but coming out is still a problem. You can watch this on YT but it has no Eng Subs.

Next Week Looks Like This:

We're light on content right now, but frankly I'm so busy with work I don't really mind.

3/6 Born to be Y (Thai ????) 10 eps - 14 contestants who audition to compete in Born To Be Y, a program that searches for the best couple of the year to work together on a giant project. Described as semi-reality series. So I probably won't bother.

3/7 Deep Night (Thai iQiyi) 10 eps - Multiple romances set in a host clubs. Nice to see First back on my screen but this is not my favorite setting.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

The eyes have it.

Your random BL moment brought to you by my ult-bias being a hyung smartass to his maknae.

(Last week)

[a5rora]

❤️‍🔥Old Flames

billy the kid x rich f!reader

word count; 5.9k words | dividers by @cafekitsune

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SYPNOSIS༇ In Billy’s lonesome world, comes along his significant former lover from his adolescence that he faces once again after being separated from one another. After not being with you for over a decade, he doesn’t know how to face you when he has begun a life of crime, a wanted man with many enemies. He doesn’t want to lose his lover once more, but could she ever love him along with all his flaws? Will their love prevail despite the reputation of Billy the kid?

content warning: FLUFF, eventual SMUT, loss of virginity, violence, slight angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of memory loss, substance abuse¿, ollinger, mentions of alcoholism, flashbacks intended, smoking, mentions of religion/catholicism, storytelling is inspired by the original show’s major elements/events. (billy’s birthname is henry mccarty)

a/n : ask and you shall receive ;) i went kinda crazy with this chapter. all feedback/results considered, i hope y’all enjoy

“Y/n!”

Billy reaches for your hand with his as the gunshots and wails echo from the vast landscape, but you don’t look back.

You stretch your arm to hold his and your gaze stays straight ahead of you. Billy looks back at you, pressing his lips as he forces a comforting smile.

You both slow down to walk as you near the meadows by the river, the moonlight illuminated the water and gave you light. You both stayed silent, not mentioning anything about what you had both witnessed whilst in the forest. He noticed that it wouldn’t be long until you were both back in the perimeters of the town. You glance at Billy, still clutching his hand.

“Henry! Look at your arm!” he heard you exclaim from alongside him and he looks to the bleeding cuts that spread along the side of his wrists. He winced and paused to examine the condition of his cuts, some were deeper than others.

He assumes it was from the recollection of him reaching his hand out to you as you exited the forest and he remembered feeling a sense of pain as he did. However, it was strange that it had only started to hurt when he noticed it.

You grab his arm and examine it closely, some dirt on the cuts. “Must’ve been those sharp branches earlier.” you tsked and you look up at him as he stands there.

You roll your eyes and pull him by his hand towards the river. When you reached the water, you squat down and gesture him to inch closer to you. He watches as you grab his arm and begin to scoop up water with your palm to wash off the dirt in his cuts.

The cold water stings his skin within the first contact but seeing you, distracted him from the discomfort. His gaze is focused on you as you use your fingers to remove the remaining residue of dirt left on his skin.

You stand up and lift the fabric of your skirt, leaving Billy confused until you grab his arm and patted it clean as if the expensive material was a cloth. You notice his stare. “That’s the dress your mama gave you isn’t it?”

“What? Never liked it anyways.” You exhale, fixing your dress.

“These cuts will go away, don’t you say so?” Billy asked and you look at him awkwardly before answering with full honesty.

“Maybe you ought to say something to your mom.”you say. “Tell her you fell while we were playin’.” you suggested but he bit his lip hesitantly.

Frankly, he didn’t like lying to his mom, but it was probably the only excuse he could use, and it wasn’t an old one.

His mom, Kathleen, didn’t like you being around her son all that much but you were his truest friend after all. Your families were only close because of your dads’ long friendship. His parents had immigrated from Ireland with your father before he eventually met your mom while travelling in Mexico.

As you two walked together back home in the quiet night, you and Billy joked with each other throughout the empty darkness.

You’re both laughing after Billy mentions a joke about his stepfather, poking fun at his looks. “He does look like a tomato when he’s drunk.” you agreed.

Billy is looking at you with a smile as you continue laughing. You’re almost close to your house when Billy takes your hand but he interlocks his fingers with yours, something he’d never done before.

“Billy what are you doing-.” he cuts you off with a kiss on your lips, and you kiss him back.

WILLIAM H BONNEY : WANTED FOR NUMEROUS CRIMES

You gasp quietly, overwhelmed by the realization you had come to. Quiet sobs left your mouth as the moment played in your head over again.

The polite man who treated you with profound reverence and kindness was a dangerous man- at least according to the poster above you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts when you hear the faint sounds of Billy’s sharp voice. “You don’t fucking touch her ever again, Ollinger. If you do, I’ll be sure to break more than your fucking limbs,” he growled, gripping the collar of Ollinger’s sweater before slamming him back down on the ground.

Billy uses his non-injured knee to leverage himself up off the floor. He catches your gaze, quickly coming over to you and using his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Shhh, c’mon with me.” He whispered softly.

You didn’t protest when he abruptly took your wrist to follow him.

“Go for it Billy boy!” Jesse cheers from the tables near the doors. Billy gathers himself after Olinger’s punch to his face, causing his lips to bleed.

“Yeah, Billy go for it. I’ll beat your ass any day.” Ollinger grinned in the same manner that seemed to vex Billy everytime he saw the look on the man’s face.

Billy’s head drops for a moment, his jaw clenching. When he looks up, his piercing gaze is shooting daggers at Olinger’s direction before he forces his body to the ground using his arms.

After threatening the older outlaw, Billy got up, stepping over Olinger’s fallen body. Billy sees your horrified face and all he wanted to do was confront the feelings that ached in his heart.

Billy was a wanted man in many towns across the state and he found it surprising that you had no recollection of him or his reputation from anywhere and anyone.

It was a weird thought that always seemed to wander in his mind but deep down, there was also an underlying fear that you wouldn’t associate with him if you knew what he was capable of, what he’s done.

He wasn’t thinking properly although the liquor had worn off, when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside of the bar.

He held both of your hands in his larger ones, “I’m sorry that I left. Jesse got into a fight with one of them Chinese men and got my horse stolen.” He explained but it wasn’t the ideal explanation you wanted.

“Are you alright?” he asks, examining your face and you nod to him.

You sighed, seeing the bloody marks that Ollinger had left on him. You felt an immense obligation in your heart to take care of the small injuries he endured for you. You did owe it to him after all. Your mind couldn’t fathom the alternate circumstance you would have ended up in had he not been there to protect you.

For that reason, you were incredibly grateful for him.

“Look at you.” You looked up at him, your hand reaching for his face. He avoided your gaze as you turned his face to you. He looked worse up close, his busted lip was bleeding. Small cuts all over his face.

“Promise you I’m all good darlin.” He chuckled, watching you examine his sustained injuries. You feel as the blood rushes to you cheeks at the name he called you.

“Your leg’s hurt Billy.” you responded and he shook his head at you, you cross your arms in annoyance.

“No bunny, ‘M fine.” He assures you before making you face him. The nickname has you taken aback because the sound of it is reminiscent to your ears.

“Did he hurt you?” he inquired in a serious tone.

“I’m fine now.” You answer with a small smile. “Your horse got stolen you said.” you quickly brought up and he pressed his lips, giving you a nod. “Well then come with me.” You insisted, holding his wrist as you lead him to your horse. Loosening the rope from the fence your horse was tied to, you turned to Billy. “We’ll go to my uncle’s shop,” you suggested. “He’s got some things there. That alright?” he gave you a small smile of approval.

With that, you made your way to your Uncle Murphy’s shop.

Billy’s heart raced when you lead him to your Uncle’s shop. His heart stopped at once when you both reached the building. “This ain’t a good idea Y/n.” He warned you.

Oblivious to Billy’s own concerns, you reassure him and gesture him to come up to the porch. “I’m tellin’ you it’s alright.” You gripped tighter on his hand to pull him but he doesn’t budge.

“Seriously Billy?” you deadpan and he stands still. you step down from the porch. “Okay princess, where do you suppose we go then?” you question him as you raise your eyebrows in irritation.

“We can’t be going to Jesse’s place alright. Don’t wanna see that fucker.” You spat out, referring to Olinger and Billy shakes his head.

“Wasn’t thinkin’ of that.”

You thought harder before Billy interrupted you. “Got a friend somewhat near here. His name’s Charlie.” he suggested and you nod.

He took the lead of your horse in his hands and you followed him while he directed you to his friend’s house.

You knew there wasn’t any going back now. You took a deep breath and embraced the decision that you made.

Billy looks back at you, watching as the sense of uneasiness appears on your face. “Y’ trust me?” his question had you wondering for a moment, how much could you trust him? After all, Billy was an outlaw for goodness sake.

Being aware of his crimes, you still swept away your doubts. Instilling your trust in the man as you nod to answer him.

Afterwards, Billy grabs the lead of your horse from you and you let him.

As you walked alongside Billy into the empty grassland, the light of the town descended into evanescence, the dark sky and sounds of the wilderness was the only thing that surrounded the two of you as you hiked through the tall grass.

Billy was caught up in his own thoughts. Why did you trust him so easily if you had no memory of him?

You didn’t have to follow him through the darkness but you did. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Maybe you remembered him, he hoped and held onto it.

Until a glimpse of light appeared from the dark, grassy field, Billy spoke up, “That’s his house there.” He says, gesturing to the light that lit up a small house nearby.

He shook his thoughts away once you reached a few feet from the fences. Once you neared the fence, Billy came up to the window to look inside the home.

He knocked on the door and it opened, revealing a man who you assume to be Charlie. He was about the same height as Billy, and had short brunette hair that swept to the side. “Hello… Billy,” He greeted awkwardly, taking notice of his friend’s rough state and your presence.

You awkwardly smile when Charlie’s gaze finds you. “Come inside.” He offered and Billy quickly tied your horse to a wooden post, following you inside.

“What happened to you?” Charlie asked Billy as he sat down on the chair near the window. “Got into it with Bob Olinger,” he answered before continuing, “you know him?”

Charlie gives him a quick nod, looking towards you before asking, “Who might you be?”

“Forgive me, I’m Y/n. Just a friend of Billy’s.” You shortly introduced before a lady’s voice speaks from behind you.

“What’s going on?” Charlie’s wife comes up to him, yawning tiredly. Your eyes find Billy but his eyes are already on you. Billy shared the same guilt you did, for interrupting the couple for your own problem.

“Hey Manuela.” Billy greets in awkward tone and she returns the greeting with the same manner.

“Could you please fetch me any medical supplies you might have? I’d like to fix up Billy here.” You asked politely and she nods, looking at Billy before leaving.

She quickly brings a basket of supplies, placing it on the table in front of you. “Gracias.” you tell her and she nods with a small smile

Charlie places a chair facing Billy for you to sit on. “Thank you both for your kindness.” you thanked them dearly as you sit down and Charlie nods at you with a smile. Billy’s gratitude comes after yours, thanking his friend for letting you inside during this time of night. His wife says goodbye before returning back to their room.

You start cleaning the cuts on his face before bandaging them up. Charlie speaks up, “What happened exactly?”

“He-.” Billy starts but you cut him off.

“Just bein’ an asshole.” you answered with a shrug.

“You still workin’ with them then?” Charlie asks Billy and he nods.

“Y’know the circumstances Bowdre. Surely you can understand.” Charlie takes a deep breath before nodding.

It wasn’t your conversation to hear but you were deeply invested.

“It’s a longer way back for y’all to return all the way back to town so it’s best you stay here for the night.” He suggests.

You quickly worried about what your brother and father would do if they didn’t find you in the morning but Billy’s voice interrupts you. “Thanks Charlie.”

“There’s the guest room at the end of the hallway. Bed should big enough for you both.” His last sentence caught you off guard and a sudden heat rose in your cheeks.

“G’night to you two.” Charlie gave a small smile and you both say goodnight to him.

You turn towards Billy, cleaning up the cut on his lips. Billy’s azure eyes watch you as you focused on him. Once you placed a bandage gauze on Billy’s bottom lip, your eyes lock with his lingering ones. The air in the room stills as the atmosphere between you intensifies.

His gaze fell upon your lips. It took Billy all of his might to prevent himself from placing his longing lips on yours. He imagined what they’d taste like after being apart from you for what felt like forever.

You quickly looked away, standing up and gathering yourself. “Shall we?” you gestured to the guest room.

“You gonna sleep in that dress?” Billy asked you, pulling his leather boots off. You quickly realized and let out a chuckle. “Sorry, I’ll be quick I promise.” your lips form a soft smile.

You headed into the guest room and Billy whispered under his breath, “You don’t gotta be sorry.”

You enter the dimly lit room, taking off your boots and placing them on the ground below the width of the bed. You undressed yourself from your dress. It was lucky for you that you didn’t pick a big dress for tonight, imagining the struggle if you had to walk across the field with one.

With your undergarments left, you struggled to take off the corset. You sighed, trying one last time to pull it off you before giving up completely. You cursed to yourself before you quickly opened the bedroom door and quietly called out for Billy. He looks over to you and grabbed his belongings, walking up to the door which you stayed behind.

He looked at you with a confused look on his face, wondering why you poked your head from the side of door.

“Could you help me take off this off?” you asked with an awkward smile and gestured to your corset.

“Sure.” He answered politely and you opened the door to let him in. Billy removes his hat, along with his belt that held his revolver before he placed them on the nightstand.

He gestures you to turn around and you spun around to place your hands on the bed post to support yourself. Billy begins to untie the laces that trapped you inside the material before you break the silence. “Your leg alright?” you remember that he’d walked a good distance to this house with a bad knee.

“It’s better now. I’ve got you to thank you for takin’ care of me.” He said softly, his breath on your neck causing goosebumps on your skin.

You turn to look at him with an endearing expression, “Thank you for bein’ there to protect me. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been-.” he cuts your babbling off with a hush from his lips.

“Shh, you don’t gotta worry ‘bout him now, or ever.” Billy assured you.

“What about you? Thought he was a friend of yours.” you mention and he stays silent for a moment.

“He’s no friend of mine, just work with him that’s all.”he shortly replies and your mind lingers to the rumors you’ve heard recently about a dangerous gang out here in Lincoln, being funded by some business crook.

There’d been many tragic stories about farmers dying recently because of some crook that cheated them and drove them away from their land.

“That better?” He asks, interrupting your train of thought as his cold hand brushing against your arm and sends shivers down your spine.

You pull your corset off and felt Billy’s wandering eyes on you. “Thank you.” you smile and he gives you a small one.

You sit down on the edge of the bed, trying to get comfortable in your outfit despite the cold air stinging your skin. Your eyes fall upon Billy as he unbuttons his vest and then his dress shirt.

His eyes take notice of your staring and he chuckles, “Some would say it’s rude to stare.”

You open your mouth in shock before pressing your lips in embarrassment until you tilt your head at him. You leaned back to place your elbows on the mattress. “Look who’s talkin’.” you tease and he shakes his head at you while he grins. “Have you always been a hypocrite?” You bantered with a cheeky smirk.

Billy couldn’t conceal the love that twinkled in his eyes as it centers on you. He walks closer to you and you catch the light that glimmered within his cerulean eyes. “You’re beautiful.” his words caught you by surprise and you light up with a smile that drives him weak in the knees.

“Well then what are you waitin’ for cowboy?” A cheeky grin forms from your mouth, gesturing for him to lay beside you.

“’M not a cowboy darlin’.” he corrected you with a smile and crawled onto the bed beside you.

You giggled at him and smile. “Just handsome and kind.”, you yawn before sighing, the exhaustion was evident in your sigh. Billy felt his heart race as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers over your bodies.

As you get comfortable, you can’t help the shuddering movements your body made. Since the beginning of winter, the nights were colder and you’d even be wearing twice the layer of clothing. Especially thicker fabric than the material you wore right now.

Billy couldn’t ignore the shivering that came from your body beside him. He turns to face your back before gently putting his arms around you, engulfing your body in his warmth. “I’ve got you.” he whispers against your ear. “G’night bunny.” his words making your heart flutter.

“G’night Billy.” you murmur, and you felt a inextricable reminiscence from saying his name.

The sensation reminded you a word that you recently learned, it felt like déjà vu.

Billy heard as you let out a quiet sigh. You brushed away your thoughts and shut your eyes, moments before your mind immediately drifted into slumber.

Billy could stay like this forever, with you in his arms. He’d never let you go. The nostalgic scent of your pheromones drove him crazy. He wished that he could kiss the skin on your neck and every exposed part of your body, like he used to many years ago…

Your body curls up on the end of your soft mattress as you attempt to dodge his arms but failing miserably. “Billy that tickles!” you shriek in laughter, calling him by the nickname you gave him. He merely liked it because you liked it, it’s origins came from a German name, but it simply translated to ‘protector’ and Billy was yours.

Unfortunately as of right now, he attacked you. “It’s not funny!” you protest but he ignores you, leaning closer to your body. You attempt to push him away but you fail miserably as he tickles your sides once more, earning another shriek from you and Billy laughs at you as he pulls away.

As you regain composure, he stayed hovering above you, slowly leaning down closer to you to leave a little kiss on your collarbone. With his eyes fixed on yours, you looked up at him with doe eyes and he doesn’t resist the urge of pressing his soft lips against yours.

You kiss him back for a moment before pushing him away with your hands on his broad shoulders. This was the first time you’ve both shared a kiss since you were 14 years old. Your mouth hangs open in shock and he looks at you with a similar expression. He immediately regrets his actions but they don’t last for long when you pull his collar towards you to bring his lips into a kiss.

His tender lips move against yours and his cold hand gently grips your waist. The sudden touch of his hand against your skin made you whimper quietly into his lips. His hand snakes to your back as you lean to sit up. His knees rested on the sides of your legs.

The kiss became intense as your emotions did too. His left hand holds your waist as the other softly gripped your cheeks, his thumb brushing against your skin. He pulls back from you before murmuring, “Do you want this? D’you trust me darlin’?” You nod as you batted your lashes at him.

“Yes Billy, forever. You know I’ll always do.” you answered, the sincerity in your tone dragged in every syllable. You knew that your family would definitely not approve of your actions right now, they’d called it the sin of fornication. But it mattered that only your heart and soul discerned that Billy is the one for you.

You smiled at him wholeheartedly and Billy felt his heartbeat race as he smiled back. The love he felt towards you from his soul resonated and sparkled in his eager, blue eyes. You put your hand on his neck as you pulled him into another kiss and he brings his hands down to his shirt, fumbling the buttons on his long-sleeve shirt as he undo them.

He takes it off and pressed his lips deeper into yours, as he wrapped an arm around your back and flipped you on top of him. His head rested against the headboard and you sit comfortably on his hips. The sudden friction aroused you both, causing the bulge in his pants growing as the heat rose between your legs.

As his hand wandered your curves, the other helped you as you removed the dress that weighed you down, the cold air swam against your bare skin. You remove his white shirt, exposing his bare torso underneath and you lean down to lay your chest against his.

The warmth of your skin colliding with his and the same for your lips as you slyly grinded on his crotch, eager for any sensation. Feeling his dick twitch from bliss, his finger pulls at the fabric of your underwear before pulling it off completely as he sits both of you up. He unzips his pants before pulling it down with your assistance and you settle back on him. You clash your lips into his, grabbing his hair as your lips moved in harmony, tasting the desire for one each other.

His hands find your waist, and he subtly moves your hips against his. “Billy, I want you.” you moan into the kiss, feeling his hardened cock beneath your cunt, and the sound drives him weak.

“I want you too.” He soothes and you take his hand in yours, bringing his fingers to the slip of your bra. He pulls it down, revealing your bare chest. He admires you for a moment before leaning towards you to place a trail of kisses down on your neck. He kisses all the way down to your cleavage, trailing wet kisses on your breasts.

Your fingers pull down the fabric of his underwear, revealing his erect cock. Upon seeing it for the first time, you were unsure if you could even handle it but you pushed your doubts away. Billy taking notice of it, slightly grins and pecks your lips softly. “Don’t worry, ‘M gonna take good care of you.” he murmurs lovingly. He uses his arms to flip you around so your back lays against the mattress before he breathes into your neck and kisses all the way down to your chest before stopping right on your abdomen.

Your wetness allows his finger to ease into you and a moan of pleasure and slight discomfort leaves your mouth, urging Billy to continue. He brought you into a kiss to silence you as he moves his finger against your walls before adding another, making you mewl. Your head lolls back from the sensation, “it- feels so good Billy-.”

Billy watches in amazement as your body squirms in pleasure, never separating his gaze from your figure. When a sudden mewl escapes your lips, you use your palm to cover your mouth in an effort to muffle the uncontrollable sounds that his fingers forced out of you.

“Let me hear you baby.” he says, grabbing your hand from your mouth and intertwining his with yours. He continues pumping his fingers through your walls and his thumb reaches for your clit and plays with the bundle of nerves, making you grip his arm for dear life. His fingertips brush against your velvet walls as he curls his fingers inside you, “You’re so wet f’me.” you don’t say anything as you gaze up at him.

Your doe look drives Billy’s thoughts feral and he places a soft, wet kiss on your lips using his fingers to bring your face closer. “I want you inside of me.” you whine as you look up at him and the intensity of his gaze makes your heart jump.

“God, you’re soakin’ all over my fingers doll.” he murmurs, amused by how he made you feel and the way your body reacted to his fingers. You ignore his comment and you beg once more.

“Please, Billy.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, placing his hands on your knees to spread your legs just right for him to slide his body between them. He kneels between your legs, spreading the pre-cum from his painfully pink tip all over his girthy cock as he pumps his length, he bites his lips as he watches your mouth hang low with your breasts heaving.

“You’re gorgeous.” he breathes, feeling the continual rush of excitement to his cock from the sight of you below him.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” he heard you giggle teasingly and he smiles at you with desire in his eyes. He places his elbow on each side of your arms, his body inching towards yours and you feel his tip poke your stomach as he leans to kiss you with passion. “Fuck me Billy.” you moan as you kissed him and he pulls away from your lips.

“As you wish darlin’.” he whispers with a cheeky smirk, placing a soft kiss on your lips and one on your cheek. He leans back, resting on his knees and you feel his tip brush along your leaking entrance and a jolt of excitement runs through you.

He watches beneath you, his hand grips your thigh while the other guides his cock as it slides over your sloppy folds, his tip kissing your clit deliciously with every movement of his hips. His mouth hanging low from the sensation. You gasp softly as he pokes his tip inside. He quickly leans towards you, resting his elbows on the bed.

“Tell me if it hurts alright baby.” he says, thrusting himself deeper into you, your pussy hugged his length so achingly tight that it made his cock twitch.

You wince in pain from the size of him, slightly overwhelmed by the new sensation. He stops to kiss you, and his hips thrust deeper until your cunt engulfs his entire length but his lips silence your moans of discomfort. Billy groans, his cock was sensative from your warmth, how snug his cock felt inside you.

“Let me know when, okay my love?” he whispers to you and you nod. You wrap your arms around his back and lean to kiss him, moving your hips for friction. Your hand comes up to grip his hair as he thrusts his hips ever so gently, being careful not to hurt you.

“Please Billy, fuck me.” you plead as you pull away from the kiss and he obliges, dragging his cock out before thrusting the length back in, splitting you apart in bliss.

“God, you feel so good.” you cried out. He kisses your neck as he thrusts himself in and out of you. He throws his head back in pleasure, feeling your warmth clench around him.

“You take me so fucking well darlin’.” he praises and presses his lips to yours. “Your pussy is fuckin soakin’ for my cock- Y’feel so goddamn good around me.” he moans, slightly biting your neck as he reaches down to suck on it, leaving red marks on your skin, a subtle way to mark you as his.

Your legs wrap around his torso, holding him close to you. His hips pulling away to dive back into you again. You run your fingers through his hair and hold onto his brown curls as you moaned uncontrollably with ecstacy.

Billy can’t take his eyes from your fucked-out state, whining from the immense pleasure his cock gave you. He felt a swell of pride in his chest knowing he was the one who made you feel like this and he’ll make sure he’d be the only one forever. Brushing his thumb over your cheek, he trails wet kisses all over your neck.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he cooed against your skin. His eyes travel all over your glistening body, covered with sweat.

“You’re mine forever, all mine.” his lips clash into yours with a passionate tenderness that melts your chest as you tasted each other.

“Billy- don’t stop.” you moan and he pulls away from the kiss, using his thumb to play with your clit. His girthy length drags through your soaking walls and it coats his cock with your creamy arousal. Yours moans hitch unison as his tip kisses the sweet spot of your cervix, a squeal escapes your lips. Billy groans, feeling himself get closer and closer to his release and your lewd sounds driving his mind crazy.

He kisses you as his hand moves from your clit to your ass, he grabs the flesh and slowly squeezes it. Billy leans backwards to grab your legs and place them over each of his shoulders. Once he thrusts his hips forward, his cock sinks deeper into your cunt, igniting a twist of warmth rising in your stomach with each thrust.

You sob, “god- Billy you’re so deep-.” your voice hitches and he holds your face as his lips devour yours. The wet sounds of his cock sliding into your pussy and your moans of pleasure echoes in your bedroom. You clench around his aching cock, making him moan louder.

“Are you close bunny?” he asks and you can only nod back to him, unable to focus on anything but the heavenly sensation as he drove his cock into you.

“Let loose for me baby- I’ve got you doll.” he says lovingly, pressing soft kisses all over your cheek as you cry from the pleasure. Your hands travel to his back, one hand gripping his shoulder as your nails scratched the skin of his back while you moan out his name. His balls slapped against your skin with every movement of his hips.

His blue eyes watched in awe as your face contorts in bliss, a wave of pleasure enveloping your body as you came undone on his thick cock. You repeatedly moan his name when your orgasm hits you and it’s music to Billy’s ears. Your warmth clenches around him so tight, he’s already pulling out before your enticing pussy could milk his cock raw inside of you.

He’s immediately fisting his cock at the sight of you, focusing on the details of your figure. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head while your lovely chest heaved as you panted, your orgasm washing over you. He lets out a loud groan as ribbons of warm, white cum shot onto your stomach from the head of his cock.

You licked your lip, watching as he throws his head back while the last of his load spurts onto your abdomen. You’re still out of breath when Billy grabs a cloth from his pockets and uses it to wipe his mess off of you. You slightly lean forward to sit yourself up and he puts the cloth away, sliding his body back into your arms after doing so. His arm snakes around your waist while he pulls you into a tender kiss.

“I love you, so fuckin’ much .” he murmurs, his tired voice was deeper than his regular voice and you can’t deny the way it made your heartbeat quicken in pace.

“I love you too Billy, so damn much.” you giggled shyly from his gaze, causing him to smile at you with a look of admiration.

“You’re my girl forever Y/n.” Billy pulled his lips away and laid down beside you, you lay your head on his chest. You look up to him and he’s looking at you with the purest sense of love that glimmered in his eyes. He reaches his hand out to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“You’re so damn pretty darlin’.” he praises, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“You’re gonna make me rot from how sweet you are Billy.” you tease and he smirks.

“What? I’m just bein’ honest.” he replies, wrapping his arm around your back and brushing his fingers against the skin, tracing circles down your spine.

“Whatever you say,” you cooed, “g’night Billy.” you yawn, closing your eyes before he replies.

“G’night my pretty girl,” he murmurs against your head, planting a kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes, “sweet dreams.”

you drift to sleep immediately and billy focuses on your heartbeat.

His mind finally finds relief however, before he could rest, he’s stuck on the conversation he overheard between your father and his stepfather on his 15th birthday.

It’d been about your family travelling to New Mexico for your family business.

The sound of your soft snores pulls him away from his thoughts and Billy holds you tighter. He’s wrapping his free arm around you to bring your naked body closer to his, scared of letting you go.

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