#dr quinn medicine woman hank lawson

[wild-lavender-rose]

So...I'm trying to empty my inbox (hence all the content lately) and I just finished writing a fluffy Hank Lawson fic. I have one more request I'm working on next, but I'm feeling very inspired to write for him and would love to have my inbox flooded with more inspiration for Hank and any Dr. Quinn characters in general. I know my fellow Hank lovers are far and few between, but if you happen to see this, lovelies, please send something my way!

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I'm starting to watch random episodes of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman because it was on tv as i entered the kitchen and my dumb brain got very intrigued by a certain long-haired idiot on a horse.

I wanted to start a new show but couldn't decide which one, so fate decided for me I guess (?). Feeling very vintage rn (and kinda dumb)

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When you’ve never quite gotten over someone you love deep down, and care about forever, regardless of the past : : Hank n Myra : Season 3

 > Dr. Quinn; Medicine Woman

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Eric Close Vs. William Shockley

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Eric Close - (The Magnificent Seven (1998-2000), Now and Again (1999-2000), Without a Trace (Seasons 1-2)) - He's just really cute and I have problems with his face.

William Shockley - (Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman) - As the callous, often vicious saloon-owner Hank Lawson, William Shockley's character was one of the primary antagonists in Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman. Whether the showrunners made a mistake by casting a rangy, blue-eyed, flowing-haired beauty with a fantastic smile is up to each viewer to decide, but I don't think so. Shockley's laid back, often grinning demeanor, even through his cruelty, serves to make the character's angrier swerves all the more dramatic. With his cheroots, loose peasant shirts, low-slung gun belt, festive floral vests, and, let's be real, good looks, he gives the character a memorable design, and when the script allows him some softer scenes, Shockley even sells those too. His performance creates an irreverent, uncaring, colorful contrast to the heroes' earnestness, and so often Shockley gives you the impression that he's enjoying every disruptive moment.

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Eric Close:

William Shockley:

[mommakestrel]

Found Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman on Prime. As a Teenager I was team Sully. As a grown ass Woman in her 40s, Team Hank

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Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman Season 1 Episode 8

Hank: You want her, you can have her. Only a damn fool falls in love with a whore.

Me: Says the fool himself

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Um...I’m gonna need y’all to confirm visual ID on the 2 white guys in suits getting lap dances.

Hank and Sully can both still GET IT. This is some, prime, grade-A, silver fox DILF energy and I am living for it.

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Rules: List 10 different male faves from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @geekymoviemom.  Thank you!  💙

Tony Stark & Steve Rogers - MCU (Sorry, can’t pick just one!)

Tommy Oliver - Power Rangers

Clark Kent/Superman - DCEU

August Booth - OUAT

Jon Snow - Game of Thrones

Morph - X-Men: The Animated Series

Scott Summers/Cyclops - X-Men (general)

Bellamy Blake - The 100

Remus Lupin - HP

Hank Lawson - Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman

I tag: @drifteratheart, @pixelpsychopath, @effulgentpoet, @16woodsequ, @onceuponasonhadora, @ofvalkyrja, @lovegg3, @thepathtovalhalla

[wild-lavender-rose]

Hi! Could I possibly request a Hank Lawson x Female Reader (from Dr Quinn Medicine Woman) where the reader is really shy and into reading and poetry and begins slowly introducing Hank into the world of literature. After a while, he surprises the reader with a novel she loves. Thank you!

Okay...I really got into this prompt. This fic definitely has series vibes because I feel like reader's backstory got pretty developed and I loved seeing the dynamic of Hank with a shy, quieter love interest. Hank lovers, let me know if I should continue developing this story!

A Simple Gift

Warning: Mention of alcoholic parent. Brief, cannon-typical swearing

"Hey, Loren," you tipped your head to the silver-haired man as you entered his store, a basket of eggs heavy on your arm.

"No, no, no. Get those things out of here." Loren shooed at you like you were an unwanted puppy. "I'm not trading anything else for books."

"But you said last week that-"

"Never mind what he said."

You turned around to find Jake and Hank walking into the store. Hank's eyes danced when he saw you, while Jake regarded you with his usual cold smugness.

"Women folk need to be focused on stuff like sewing or cooking for their men." He said, looking you up and down. "Not a book full of words that don't make sense."

"It's poetry." You said, heat flushing your face. Your skirts swished about you as you turned back to Loren. "Please,"

"I just can't do it, miss." Loren shook his head, expression going from annoyed to soft. "Maybe Dr. Mike has some, or Colleen,"

"I've already read all of them." You tucked your basket protectively against your side, feeling silly and embarrassed at the idea that Loren would trade dime a dozen eggs for one of his precious books for sale. "Good day."

You turned to go, meaning to slip past Hank and Jake.

"Woah, hold on," Hank took hold of your arm, stopping you in your tracks. "Thought you were dying to have that Emily book."

"Don't tease me," you whispered, trying to pull out of his grip.

"M'not teasing," Hank let you pull free. "Why don't you just pay for it?"

"I can't." Your head ducked down, unable to look him in the eye. "Pa's gotta have his drinking money, there's nothing left after."

Jake snorted. "At least he's putting it to good use."

Tears stung your eyes as you ran out of the store.

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Bible hanging loosely in your hand, you walked alone towards your wagon after church. Your Pa was off drunk somewhere, again. At least you knew it wasn't at Hank's saloon. Ever since you and Hank had become friends, Hank had been cutting your Pa off and sending him home earlier than usual. Only Pa wasn't coming home. He would crawl away into some hole with a bottle of rot gut for hours on end, leaving you alone as usual.

Hank. You hated the way that the thought of him made your insides tingle and your face flush. You knew that he only ever talked to you because he thought you were pretty, but deep down you wanted it to be something more. Even though doing anything remotely close to courtship would guarantee being shunned by the community. But you were used to living on the outskirts. How much worse could it get?

"Hey,"

You jumped, startled to find Hank waiting by your wagon. He was dressed in his Sunday best but you definitely did not see him in church.

"Hey," you bit your lip and looked down at the ground.

"How, uh, how was the service?"

"Fine." You put your Bible on the seat and grabbed the wagon side, preparing to climb up.

"Here," Hank came up beside you, boosting you up into the seat in one swift movement.

You glanced around, noting the people exiting the church and the way they stared at you and Hank. Embarrassment flushed your cheeks. Then you looked down at Hank, only to find his clear blue eyes staring up into yours.

"Here," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small green book. "Got ya' something."

You accepted the book from him, fingering the beautiful gold lettering along the front cover. "Dickinson's poems." Your breath caught.

Hank shrugged. "Seemed like ya' needed it."

"I can't,"

"Sure you can. Hell, I used your money to buy it." Hank smirked. "Called in on some money your Pa owes me."

Your mouth opened, closed, opened, and closed again. You were speechless from the gift. It was the most beautiful book you had ever seen, and certainly the only book you had been given to keep.

"It's mine?" You managed to say, stomach twisting at the foolishness of how your voice sounded.

"Of course, darlin'," Hank grinned, sending your heart racing. "All yours."

With that, Hank backed away from the wagon. "See ya' next time you're in town."

"Yeah." You nodded, your shock turning into giddy joy as you bent to take up your horse's reins. "See you next time."

And with that, the two of you parted ways, each with a big smile on your face.

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When the Glitter Fades

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uE9cCV

by Writrix

The Barnum Circus is on tour around the country. Their last stop before Christmas is in Colorado Springs. Here, for the first time in their year of marriage, Phillip and Anne Carlyle feel almost normal. However, will a tragic accident shatter their newfound happiness?

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Greatest Showman - Fandom, Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Phillip Carlyle, Anne Wheeler, Michaela Quinn, Byron Sully, P.T. Barnum, Charity Barnum, Lettie Lutz, W.D. Wheeler, Robert E. (Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman), Hank Lawson (Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman), Jake Slicker, Loren Bray, Dorothy Jennings, Reverend Timothy Johnson

Relationships: Phillip Carlyle/Anne Wheeler, Phillip Carlyle & Anne Wheeler, Michaela Quinn/Byron Sully

Additional Tags: Crossover, Hurt/Comfort, Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uE9cCV

[wild-lavender-rose]

Sorry, first time requesting anything im not sure if im doing this right haha. But can you do a gender neutral reader with hank lawson. Where reader gets shot, dr mike does surgery, and we wake to up hank there. Fluff please!!:)

I've been waiting for inspiration to write this, anon, and it finally arrived! I hope this is fluffy enough for you :) Please feel free to send me another Hank request, I'm pretty sure we're the only two on here who love him and I'd love to grow my Dr. Quinn master list!

My Fault - Hank Lawson x reader

Warning- Cannon-typical language

It had been your own fault. One second you were between Hank and the black-clad stranger, trying to keep the two from killing each other over a misunderstanding about a horse. You had focused on the stranger, knowing Hank would listen to you and stand down the moment you intervened. You thought that the matter was settled and had turned around, walking back to where Hank waited, broody and silent.

The gunshot had sounded practically in your ear. You had fallen forward, pushed by the bullet. More gunshots. People were screaming. You tried to get up and fight. Hank was shouting but you couldn't understand him. You felt numb and cold all at once. The dirt was wet under your hands. Blood. But whose?

"Get Michaela, now!" Hank was on his knees next to you, keeping you from getting up. You had looked at him, vision blurred. You called to him, your voice sounding hollow and distant. His blue eyes were the last thing you remembered, frantic and helpless. He picked you up and the world went black.

The next time you woke you were in Dr. Quinn's office lying on her examination table. The pain was white hot, coming from your right shoulder. You cried out, trying to move, to escape. You were calling for someone over and over again. Hank. Hank, please. It's my fault, I'm sorry. Please.

Dr. Mike appeared over top you, pressing a white gauze to your nose, calming you with a soft voice and worried eyes. You sank back into darkness.

The next time you woke you were in one of her recovery rooms, the sunlight highlighting the cream colored quilt you were laying under. You were naked from the waist up but were covered by the quilt. A thick bandage was wrapped around your right shoulder. You felt stiff and hazy, but the pain was gone.

"Hey," a familiar, husky voice sounded by your head.

You looked to find Hank sitting by the bed, his oversized form hunched over in a chair too small for him. He smiled, his eyes even more bleary and red-rimmed than usual. It looked like he had been crying.

"Hank," you tried to talk but your tongue felt thick and fuzzy.

"Here," Hank hurried to pour you a glass of water from a basin sitting by the bed. He raised your head, helping you to drink.

Finishing the glass, you cleared your throat, trying once more. "Did he, am I," you glanced at your shoulder.

"Shot you in the back," Hank shook his head. "Bastard."

"You get him?"

"Jake did. Right in the head."

"Shoulda had a trial." You muttered, pretending that you weren't glad that your attacker.

Harry gave you a half smile. "Talkin' like Michaela now."

You smiled back, the gesture lessening as the memory of earlier washed over you. "M'sorry, Hank. I should have kept out of it. I just, I didn't want you hurt."

"Hey, shh. Don't worry about it," Hank leaned forward, brushing at your cheek with a soft and uncertain touch. "You just focus on resting up, all right?"

"Hank,"

"You'll be back to bothering me in no time." Carding his hand through your hair, Hank blinked a few times, smile wavering.

"Hank," you reached up, fingers tangling in one of the locks of hair falling in his eyes. You caressed his grizzled jaw with the back of your hand, your touch causing his eyes to close.

Hank leaned into your touch as if starved, like he was trying to memorize the moment. You felt yourself drifting off once more but fought to hold on, touching his face, conveying the thoughts you were unable to explain. I love you, you thought. I couldn't live without you.

Your hand grew weak, falling back rest on the quilt as your eyes fluttered shut. Hank pressed his hand, warm and steady, over yours. He whispered something you probably weren't supposed to hear. Something you would never forget.

"I love you, sweetheart. Don't leave me."

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