#william h bonney fanfic

[cowboyandasongbird]

darlin’, you don’t ever have to worry— i’d never run from you. i’d never let anyone tame me, but maybe i’d let you. | a cowboy and his songbird. william h. bonney & lucy gray baird.

[milliesfishes]

Omg Billy request! The scene where Billy is slipped the hairpin to get out of jail but it’s reader who is distraught as he’s being taken away but she kisses him and gives it to him and he’s like my smart girl😭 and then when he gets home after breaking out and she’s made him cookies or something waiting for him because she has so much faith in him she knew he’d find a way out

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly gets arrested౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Mornings with Billy were the heaven you'd long spent your life searching for.

"Pretty girl," Billy murmured, tracing the shape of your face and kissing your brow gently. His lips pressed to your cheek, your nose, your chin, your jaw-wherever he could reach.

You giggled lightly, nuzzling his chest and kissing him right over his heart. "Good morning to you too."

He laid on his side, grinning and blinking at you tiredly. "Mornin'," he whispered, voice still thick with sleep.

Shifting closer, you latched onto him, pushing him to lie on his back so you could snuggle up against his chest. Chuckling, he slid one hand to the inside of your knee, pulling your leg to rest over his. "Cuddlebug."

Wrinkling your nose slightly, you looked up at him. "Bug?"

"Yeah, sugar," he smiled, kissing your nose again. "Like a ladybug."

"Mm, I do like ladybugs," you smiled again, and he nudged his nose against yours.

"See? There ya go, honey," he murmured, bundling you in his arms all cozy. "Everythin' I tell you that you are is in the prettiest way possible. Remember that f' me, baby."

Eyes alight with happiness, you tilted your chin up, puckering your lips slightly. He breathed a laugh, pecking you once, then twice, then drawing you in for a longer kiss that left you swooning.

Billy had ridden into town and stolen your heart as quickly as the stars appeared in the sky at dusk. He found you one night at the saloon, as you were ordering a shot of whiskey wearing your prettiest dress. You'd been meeting friends that night, but little had you known you'd be finding a love truer than anything you'd known before.

He swept you off your feet in every sense of the phrase, and before you knew it you were wearing his hat and sitting across his knees while he played poker. You loved the feeling of being so utterly his. Of having him to be yours.

Although he was running from a past he wanted to forget, you did your best to make it safe for him. There was trouble behind him, but you swept it all away, assured him he was good, through and through. That he was loved.

Trouble seemed to follow him though- that was the problem.

It had been a complete accident. He had been getting the two of you drinks at the bar, when suddenly he'd fallen into conversation with an older man. You hadn't heard what had been said, but before you knew it, there was a clatter, and then Billy was on the floor with him, fists flying, rolling around.

You stood, eyes wide, trying to see what was going on. There was a hum of chatter in the bar, and you tried to move forward. Another man blocked your path, saying, "Let 'em work it out. Someone'll step in if-"

His words were cut off by a gunshot and you gasped, hand flying to your mouth. The room went dead silent as Billy stumbled to his feet, a look of dumbstruck horror in his eyes. When he looked up, it was at you, and you saw the desperation on his face. The need. He needed you.

Rushing forward, you skirted the body on the floor, no longer breathing. Hands framing his face, you forced him to look at you, thumbs stroking his face. "Billy...Billy, look at me...Billy..." But you were already losing him to whatever was in his head, to the demons that crawled within.

He grasped your wrists, shaking his head, eyes falling away from yours. "Darlin'-" he choked.

"It was an accident Billy," you assured him, nodding in return. "An accident. You did nothing wrong."

Seeing that he was growing despondent, you reached one hand down, squeezing his fingers. "Come on...come on. Let's go home."

"The...the body-" he managed, and you shook your head.

"His friends will take care of it. Here-" you tugged on his hand, guiding him outside. Somehow you got him through the streets, leading Billy right inside the door of your home. Once he was on your bed, you sat beside him, removing his hat and setting it away.

Taking his face in your hands, you let one comb through his hair, soothingly you hoped. The other thumbed his cheek over the stubble. He was staring at the wall, stiff toward your movements.

"My love," you whispered, pulling his head to rest on your shoulder. "Billy...please talk to me."

He finally turned his head to face you, and you could see the tears welling up in his bright blue eyes. They were somehow bluer now that he was about to cry.

"Oh Billy," you whispered, and one crystal teardrop slid from his eye. You pulled him into you, lying down flat on your bed. He buried his face in your chest, his tears soaking the front of your dress.

You held him like that all through the night, whispering quiet things to him; promises that it was going to be okay, that he was still a good man. It had truly been an accident. But you knew your man. He took it internally, blamed himself for every little thing.

The next morning, he was arrested.

It had been so sudden- you'd been holding his hand, out in the market when he'd been seized, locked into handcuffs and marched down the street. You'd hardly had the time to say even a word to him.

You panicked, chest hurriedly moving up and down. Billy was getting further from you, about to be locked up for an accident.

Thinking fast, you yanked a pin from your hair, shoving it in your mouth. Running forward, pushing through the crowd, you caught up to them. In a quick motion, you grabbed Billy by the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Relieved when he parted his lips, you used your tongue to slide the pin from your mouth to his. He made a tiny noise of surprise but you silenced him, nail scraping the side of his face. His lips pressed to yours, kissing you with all the fervor he could manage with his hands bound.

Unsurprisingly, he was pulled off you, the officer pushing him down the path. Billy tossed one wide-eyed look at you, and all you could do was stand there helplessly, watching as your lover was taken away.

You could only hope what you'd done would help him.

When he was out of sight, there was nothing to be done except to go home and sit pretty. You hated the fact that he was in jail and you were away from him, unable to help further.

Eventually you were forced to find something to occupy yourself with. Simply worrying would do no good. So, standing up, you went into the kitchen to start making cookies. If Billy came home, he'd be happy to have something homeade.

As you mixed and stirred, your faith in him gained legs, growing and standing on tiptoes to reach the sun. Billy was smart, and he was capable. He would use your helping hand and escape, and if not he would find some other way to do so. Either way he would come home to you.

When he finally did it was nearly nightfall, and you'd just taken the final batch of cookies out of the oven. Humming to yourself, you plated them and sat down at the kitchen table, running a finger up and down your face and closing your eyes.

Then you heard the door open and shut, and you hurriedly got to your feet. Eyes glued to the doorway of the kitchen, your heart jumped for joy when he strode through, looking a little messy and tired but oh your Billy was home!

You ran to him, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. His gun belt dug into your bottom, but you hardly cared, too excited that he had returned. Burying your face in his neck, you murmured, "I knew you could do it. I knew you'd come back."

"My smart girl," he cooed, stroking your hair. "You're the reason I got outta there, sweetheart. Oh I love you so much."

"I couldn't do nothing," you whispered, pulling back and looking at him. "I love you...I always want to be there for you."

Billy's face split into a smile, and he leaned in to kiss you, lips moving gently against yours. He rested one hand on your cheek, the other arm wrapped tight around your waist, securing you.

When he pulled back, he whispered, "My girl...breakin' me outta jail. Atta girl."

You giggled, moving forward to kiss him once more, elated to be back in his arms where you belonged. He whirled you around, sitting on the chair you'd previously occupied with you in his lap. Hands on your hips, Billy started kissing you all over your face, murmuring soft words in between.

"Baby...m' baby...m' best girl..." he caught your lips for a long minute. "I love ya so much, sweetheart. More 'n anything."

Settled into that space of time, you made him feel loved through what you'd done for him. And as he kissed you and told you how proud he was of you, you felt loved too.

[tomblythismyhusband]

i hate you [ billy the kid x fem!reader ]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!cowgirl!reader | You had always hated Billy, ever since you joined the gang of cowboys. You had always assumed he hated you too until he makes a move you never would’ve expected.

[warnings]: 18+, smut, gun play, language, slight blood

[wc]: 2.5k

[note]: [ requests are open please feel free to request any kinda fic]

The low lit glow of the porch casted shadows on the face you couldn’t help but despise. Oh how you hated his smug grin, his brown curls, even his name sent a spike of annoyance up your spine.

“What ya want Billy?” You grumbled, lounging in an old wooden rocking chair. You even hated the way your mouth shaped to welcome the sound of his name.

The sound of cowboys laughing and drinking could be heard from inside the ranch house you were residing at. You were on the run with them, Jesse Evans as the leader.

You had taken a liking to Jesse, he made you feel safe. He would never betray you and you knew that. Trust was not something easy to come by, especially running with a group of outlaws.

Out of all the boys in the group everyone was sweet to you, like real gentlemen, except Billy. Not that you expected it from him, you weren’t the kind of girl who needed to be praised.

The problem with Billy is that he purposely went out of his way to make your life living hell. Stealing your rounds of bullets, giving you dirty looks, and always voicing snide remarks. You weren’t sure what his deal was or what you had done to deserve this.

Of course all his actions earned retaliation back from you. You didn’t shy away from speaking down to him and giving him cold glances in return. He didn’t get to disrespect you like that, you wouldn’t let him, no matter how attractive he was. Which was another thing you hated to admit. How gorgeous he was. His strong jaw, gleaming blue eyes and broad shoulders would be easily admirable if it weren’t for his shitty personality.

Billy strode closer to you, floorboards creaking under his steps. You knew he wanted to intimidate you. You were alone on the porch, the night sky glowing a faint blue. Things never ended well when the two of you were left together, usually one of you ends up injured and the other pissed.

Taking a sharp breath, you tried to calm your already stirring thoughts about snapping at him.

“Whatcha doin out here all alone?” He drawled, eyes glistening with mischief.

“Trying to avoid you, but that clearly ain’t workin.” You mumbled, placing your hand lightly over the gun at your side. You decided you had no time for his bullshit. Not tonight.

He let out a chuckle as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Now what could’ve I done now? I’ve said about 5 words to you.”

He leaned slightly closer. “And really? Reachin’ for your gun already? How mature.”

You felt his eyes peering down at you as you stared out to the night sky, trying to ignore his presence. You let out a deep sigh.

“Are you just here to piss me off or what?” You spat, sitting up now.

Billy threw his hands up, stepping back, an amused look still pulling at his lips . You wanted to slap that smug grin right off his pretty face.

“Woah there cowgirl.” He chuckled as he watched you stand up, shooting him a glare.

“I want to enjoy my evenin’ without you botherin’ me.” You said sharply. You didn’t want to spend a minute longer alone with him.

He gave another chuckle that instantly made your blood boil. “Fuckin’ insane how bitchy you are.”

You brushed off his comment as you angrily strode past him into the house, bumping against his shoulder. You ignored all the hoots and hollers from the guys - they were calling you to join their game of cards but you were uninterested.

You clomped up the wooden stairs, boots feeling heavy after a long day. All you wanted to do was relax and of course Billy had to ruin it all. You didn’t want to see him, hear his raspy voice, or feel his blue eyes on you.

When you got to your room you shut the door and started to pull off your boots. Might as well go to bed. You pulled out your hair from the neat side braid it originally was in, combing through it. You let out a puff of air. Finally your body was starting to relax, your muscles relieving from tension.

You tried to get Billy out of your head. ‘Stop letting him have so much power, he’s just a guy’ You thought to yourself as you sat down in the bed, feeling a bit sleepy.

You were about to lay down when all of a sudden your door swung open, a cowboy stepping inside before shutting the door behind him again. You blinked as rage started to seep in your nerves.

Billy.

Fed up with his shit you pounced up, slamming him against the door, gun drawn. Your arm was placed to his neck while your other hand gripped the handle of your revolver. “What the fuck is it now?” You growled, eyes darting to search his face for any sign of fear.

To your disappointment you found none, only amusement. He always thought everything was so fucking funny. Was this all just a game to him?

His eyes flicked down to your arm which was pressed firmly against his throat. “Sorry jus’ came to talk.” He murmured.

His arms stayed by his side which made you realize he wasn’t fighting back. Why the hell wasn’t he fighting back? If the roles were reversed and he were to do this to you would’ve fought back in an instant.

Your grip on your gun slightly loosened. “About what? I’ve clearly told you I ain’t in a mood for talkin’.”

His eyes met yours, causing conflicting feelings in your body. You could smell the faint stench of whiskey from his breath. Was he drunk? Is that why is came clamoring in here?

“I came to apologize for how I act towards ya.” He said calmly. His usual smug grin was replaced by a serious expression. “I don’t wanna fight anymore.”

You were taken back by his statement, your breath slowing. “What the hell do you mean you're sorry? You’ve been tormentin’ me ever since I joined this gang.”

His intense gaze never left your face. He looked as if he had something he was holding back.

“It’s because I hate you.”

You let out a scoff. “Well I fuckin’ hate you too, glad we have somethin’ in common.”

A smug grin pulled at his lips again. “I hate that all I can ever think about is you.”

All of a sudden your face flooded with heat. The way he had said that sentence was slow, thoughtful, seductive? You felt stunned.

He seemed to enjoy your embarrassment, staring at your eyes as you avoided his gaze.

You leaned in closer finally, your arm still firmly against his neck still as he stood pressed up against the wooden door.

“What are you talking about?” You said in a whisper. His breath tickled your nose. This was definitely the closest you had ever been to him. A part of you honestly enjoyed it.

You felt his hands grab your hips, pulling them flush against his own. You tried to ignore the gun at his side digging into your thigh. Heart thumping, you pushed down the feelings in your tummy as you stared up at him, breath ragged.

“I think you know what I’m talkin’ about. Your clever.” He said quietly.

He was right, you knew exactly what he meant.

“So what? You’ve been crushin’ on me?”

You feel swirly inside. Being this close to him, feeling his hands on you, you should be pushing him away but you aren’t. Why not?

“Trust me. I’ve tried to kill these feelings, doll.” He replied roughly. His fingers tightened their grip around your hips making you gasp. You had lowered your arm from his neck now.

“I thought you hated me.” You said again in disbelief. His smirk grew as he leaned in close to your ear. His breath warmed your cheek as you shuttered.

“I hate how badly I want you.” He whispered.

Your anger had melted away into a feeling you couldn’t understand. Why was he doing this now?

“Wha- Billy are you out of your fucking mind?” You whispered lowly. Pushing out the feelings of lust in your body you took your hand and pushed his head back against the door. He tilted his head, curls brushing over his forehead as he smirked.

“Fine. I’ll leave you be then. Just offerin’.”

You hated this. Hated how you didn’t want him to go. Hated how his words affected you.

He slid his hands off of your hips, giving you a nod. Panicked, you grabbed his hand. It was like your body was under his control.

“Wait Billy. Don’t go.” You whispered.

You hated him. Right? Then why did you feel like this? Why was your stomach fluttering, your breath short, your heart pumping so goddamn loud?

He looked at you, studying your face. “I would never force a woman to do anything she didn't want to do. I’m leaving.”

Did you want him? What was going on? You couldn’t think straight.

“Well what if I do want to?” You asked, a little harsher than you intended.

“Do you fight about every fuckin’ thing, doll?” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

Fed up and full of lust you grabbed his face, mashing your lips against his. It was like your body was moving and acting on its own, why were you kissing the man you’d despised?

Maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

He let out a surprised gasp into your mouth as he wrapped his arms around your hips, pulling you close to him again. Billy’s lips were soft, inviting, intoxicating.

“Mmmph- Fuck doll.” He mumbled into your lips. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

You dropped your gun, sending it clacking to the ground as your hands flew up to tangle themselves in his hair. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your mouth molded into his perfectly. Almost too perfectly. It felt as if his lips were made just for you to kiss.

Billy stuck out his knee, placing it between your thighs, digging into your now throbbing cunt. You let out a soft moan tilting your head back as his mouth traveled down your neck.

“Like that, doll?” He teased, his teeth grazing against the skin of your neck. You let out another soft moan as his knee grinded against your clit through the fabric of your clothes.

“I still hate you.” You breathed, though your body was obviously telling a different story.

Billy’s hands slid up your waist, hands under your shirt. You felt his rough hands squeezing and caressing your body as he kissed your neck. As much as you hated to admit it, you were in heaven. You hadn’t been touched like this in so long.

“I need more.” You sighed, as you rode his knee, it wasn’t enough to give you the mind shattering orgasm you so desperately wanted.

You felt Billy nip at your neck, his lips in a small smirk. “Someone’s needy.”

“Billy please.” You begged. You were finally giving in to him, all you wanted was his hands and lips all over you.

He smiled as he moved you backwards so you could walk over and flop down on the bed. You started to frantically undo the buttons of your shirt. Billy was doing the same, sliding his suspenders down his shoulders, pulling off his shirt.

You kept undressing till you were bare, and so was he. Billy’s cock stood erect making your heart beat faster and your thoughts swirl around with desire.

He was gorgeous.

Billy seemed to be looking at your own body, noticing each delicate curve, each scar and bruise.

“Wow doll, you’ve got to walk around naked more often.” He teased, climbing on top of you.

“Your funny.” You replied pulling him closer so his lips were against yours again. The sweet taste of whiskey from his mouth made you feel dizzy as he kissed you harder.

“I need you.” You mumbled into his mouth, tired of just kissing. You needed all of him. Desperately.

“Maybe I should just leave now… leave you a hot mess” He said as you kissed him. You bit his lip at this, making him grunt.

He pulled away from you, wiping his mouth, examining the tiny smear of blood that came from his bottom lip.

“That��s how you want it darlin’?”

He gave a low chuckle, still looking at the blood. He didn’t seem mad, only more turned on. You bit your lip staring up at him. He hooked his arms under your thighs unexpectedly, making you yelp.

With your bare pussy now on display to him he let out a low groan.

You let out muffled whimpers as he prodded his tip at the entrance, making your stomach twist and turn.

“I want to hear you beg.” He said, a smug grin on his face. You scoffed. He couldn’t be serious.

“Billy you-“ You whined before you got rudely cut off again.

“Beg for it cowgirl.” He said fiercely. You felt his hands squeeze your thighs. You wanted him so bad now, you were desperate at this point. So when mumbled begs fell off your lips he smirked in triumph at your submission. You were giddy with anticipation as Billy finally sunk into you.

You let out a soft gasp, as his cock filled your aching cunt. His size was bigger than you expected. You had always assumed he acted like an asshole because he was compensating for having a small dick. Clearly you were wrong.

He started to move in and out of you roughly, stretching you out. He definitely was not going easy on you.

Your hands gripped the sheets as the waves of pleasure coursed through your entire body. Each stroke moving you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Mm- Fuck- Right there.” You moaned as he pounded into you.

Billy gently set down your legs, shifting your body so his mouth could reach your lips again as he continued to make deep thrusts into you.

“You feel so good.” Billy choked out, his mouth now nipping at your neck.

You felt the knot in your gut tighten and tighten, signaling that you were reaching your limit. Your hands flew up to grip his shoulders, which were already slick with sweat. He moved his cock in and out, hitting your g-spot perfectly. The feeling of his skin against yours was heavenly.

“Billy- I’m-“ You whimpered.

“I know sweetheart, I’m almost there, hold on.” He said gruffly as he thrusted against you even harder. Your body shook violently as pure pleasure pulsed through your nerves. The tightness in your gut melted away as you reached the edge.

Billy felt your cunt squeeze around him as you orgasmed, letting out a muffled cry.

“Oh- Fuck y/n.” Billy moaned. His thrusts became sloppy, his body hot as he pulled away. He came on your belly, creating a mess of warm milky substance.

You both laid there breathing heavily for a moment. Billy was still propped over you, placing his forehead against yours.

“Fuck doll..” He murmured. His eyes flicked around your face as you still laid there shaking and breathless.

Noticing how much you were shaken up Billy’s lips spread into a smirk.

“Well this is one way of shutting you up.” He teased.

He leaned down to kiss you as you mumbled “I Hate you still.” Against his lips.

He pulled back, a smug grin on his face.

“I’ll let you hate me as much as you want darlin’ if this is what it gets me in the end.”

[soulessjourney]

Vengeance Trail

Paring: Billy the kid x Reader

Word count: 4k

Summary: You and Billy had known each other during your younger years. However, following an argument, you departed to forge your own path, leaving things on bad terms between the two of you. Years later, circumstances led you back, having been recruited to assist John Tunstall. As the war drew nearer, tensions resurfaced between both of you.

Warnings: Slight mature themes nothing too detailed, Billy not knowing how to make up his mind

A/N: So this was supposed to be one long drabble but I got 4k words in and wasn't even half way through so I will now be turing this into a small series.

Your life hasn’t been easy. For years, you had to fend for yourself, even as a young girl. At such a tender age, loneliness was your constant companion until you met him—Billy McCarty, as you knew him. It all began in Kansas, just days after their arrival. His mother, a kind and gentle soul, his rowdy and energetic brother—these were the first faces you encountered. But Billy stood apart, calm and soft-spoken, especially towards you. Little was known about Billy’s father except for his ailing condition upon their arrival. When he first encountered you, you weren't dressed like the other girls in town. No, clad in a simple, dirty white cotton shirt and brown-stained trousers, mud tainting your braided hair, you were as fiery then as you are now.

Billy swiftly became your closest friend after your initial meeting, and the two of you were inseparable. You stood by him during the loss of his father, just as he stood by you when your parents abandoned you for greener pastures. The McCartys became your surrogate family, and you were willing to sacrifice everything for them. After his father's passing, the McCartys decided to seek new opportunities in Santa Fe, extending an invitation for you to join them.

As your new life unfolded in Santa Fe, you chose to assist Billy's mother at the inn, doing everything in your power to ease her workload. You shielded her from advances made by older men and helped restore order after brawls erupted in the bar. But over time, Kathleen and the others grew distant. She met a man who prompted her to move in with him, taking the boys along, while you remained stuck living at the inn, toiling tirelessly to make ends meet. As you and Billy matured, a shift occurred between you two—a growing chasm that led to that pivotal, fateful night.

Standing in your room, you tucked your shirt into your trousers before slipping on the boots. "Y/N, don't do this. You're not thinking straight," Billy urged, positioned near the door to impede your departure. Rolling your eyes, you tied your hair back with a ribbon, keeping the strands from obscuring your face.

"It doesn't matter, Billy. My decision is final. I can't spend my life here in the inn or aiding you in poker, especially after what happened with Carlos," you retorted, arms crossed, referencing the tragic incident that occurred last time you attempted to help him. "This can't be my life anymore. I have no family, and constantly fending off the advances of older men isn't the future I want."

"You have a family, Y/N. We're your family," Billy insisted, attempting to reason with you, taking a step closer.

"You're not my family, Billy. You ceased being my family when you left me here to work for my bed," you replied firmly, brushing past him to retrieve your gun belt from the nearby chair. If there was one thing you appreciated about Billy, it was his lessons on shooting, and you had become quite proficient.

Billy followed closely, his voice growing desperate as he tried to persuade you. Moving around his brother and acknowledging Kathleen with a nod, you stepped into the night air. "Fine, leave. But where will you go, Y/N? You don't know how to survive out there on your own. You'll end up dead in a ditch, and I can't bear to bury another friend," he implored, quickening his pace to block your movements.

Shaking your head, you reached your horse, a striking brown and white paint, and began fastening your belongings. "I'll figure it out, Billy. I grew up alongside you. I'm confident I can handle myself. But I'm tired of stagnation. What happened to the Billy who dreamt of running away with me, exploring the world? You're not the same friend anymore. I'm happy for you and your mother, but I need to discover who I am, and I hoped you'd support me in that," you murmured, pausing your actions, refusing to meet his gaze.

Waiting for a response that never came, you mounted your horse and rode off into the night, leaving Billy behind, watching you vanish from his life.

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A few years later, you had earned quite the reputation, becoming one of the most renowned outlaws. To conceal your past, you adopted a new alias, known to many as Sadie Bennet, while others foolishly dubbed you "The Wolf," a title you found entirely absurd but resigned to endure as there was not much you can do besides complain. One of your crew members had rationalized the nickname, claiming it suited you because you tracked your targets before striking, often appearing as a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Seated not far from the bar, your hair cascading down your back, you leisurely sipped on whiskey. "Ms. Bennet, I assure you this deal will benefit you. Your marksmanship is unmatched, and we desperately need your expertise. Mr. Tunstall won't rest until we secure your assistance. While we may not match your previous compensation, he's vowed to collaborate with you to clear your name," the man before you spoke. He appeared relatively young, likely just a few years older than you.

Setting down your glass, you arched a brow, sucking air through your teeth. "Mr. Bowdre, I appreciate the offer, but as I've reiterated, a petty power struggle isn't in my best interest," you stated, adjusting the suspenders chafing against your skin beneath the blue plaid shirt. "If Mr. Tunstall is genuinely in dire need, he should make a personal appeal. His absence leads me to believe otherwise."

Charlie ran his hands over his face, growing increasingly desperate, an almost amusing sight. "He's away on business, Ms. Bennet. That's why he can't request your services in person," he explained, using a word that made it seem as though you were peddling yourself to men, a notion that irked you.

"Very well, I'll consider it. There's not much occupying my time currently. I'll head to Lincoln County in a few days. There, we can convene and discuss details further. I have a few loose ends to tie up here before departing," you announced as you stood. Noticing his instant relaxation upon your agreement made you ponder just how desperate they were for your aid. Retrieving your hat from the table, you brushed it against your brown trousers to rid it of any table dirt before placing it atop your head. Tipping your hat, you offered a faint smile before pivoting on your heel. "I'll see you in a few days, Charlie. Ensure Tunstall is present; it would be nice to meet him after your vivid descriptions," you remarked, striding out of the saloon, unaware that accepting his offer would soon thrust you back into the life of a close friend.

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As promised, you arrived in Lincoln County a few days following your conversation with Charlie. While making your way toward town, you were intercepted by Charlie himself, evidently waiting for your arrival. "Ms. Bennet, welcome! We were starting to worry that you might have had a change of heart," he greeted you as you turned your horse to face him, a smile gracing your lips.

"Nonsense, Mr. Bowdre. I may be many things, but I always keep my word. I said I'd come, and I intend to follow through," you replied, meeting his contented smile as he guided you toward his house. Though the ride had been somewhat lengthy, the scenery was undeniably picturesque. Looking up, you caught sight of an eagle soaring above, circling twice before disappearing. Closing your eyes, you reminisced about the last time you had seen an eagle. It was just after your departure from Santa Fe, when illness had nearly claimed you. Lying on the ground, an eagle had soared overhead, and you'd tracked its every movement before succumbing to sleep. Days later, you'd awoken in an unfamiliar bed, unsure of your whereabouts.

"Mr. Tunstall will be delighted to meet you. We have a few others more directly involved in our operations. They'll also be present to greet you. Don't be put off; some of them relish being intimidating," Charlie's words interrupted your thoughts, eliciting a soft laugh from you. Shortly after, you arrived at a small ranch, where a woman stood waiting. Radiant and evidently excited to greet the man beside you, you assumed she was Charlie's wife, judging by the ring adorning her finger and her joyful expression upon seeing him.

Dismounting your horse and patting her gently, you followed Charlie toward the house. Taking a deep breath, you entered and glanced around. It was a lovely, well-organized home—neither too crowded nor too sparse. Charlie guided you into the living room, where you paused, noticing a group of men engaged in conversation. Some appeared older than you, while one around your age gazed out the window.

"Mr. Tunstall, gentlemen, I present Sadie Bennet," Charlie announced, prompting the men in the room to straighten, catching their attention. The young man by the window turned towards you, causing your heart to skip a beat. Standing before you was your old friend, Billy McCarty, though markedly different from your last encounter. Life had evidently molded him into a hardened man. His widened eyes and the way he uttered your name revealed his surprise and disbelief at seeing you again.

Tunstall scanned you before removing his hat and extending his hand in greeting. "Ms. Bennet, I've heard a fair amount about you from Charlie, including the challenge it posed in persuading you to assist us," he remarked, his smile softening as you firmly grasped his hand. Indeed, you hadn't been the easiest to recruit, having encountered Charlie multiple times before, his persistent attempts at recruiting you finally wearing you down.

"I apologize, Mr. Tunstall. I wasn't initially certain about joining this endeavor. However, Charlie's persistence eventually led me to agree. I hope my delayed acceptance didn't hinder your plans too significantly," you offered, ignoring Billy's intense gaze as he positioned himself beside you.

"That's quite alright. What matters is your presence now, and your skills will undoubtedly be invaluable. Now, allow me to introduce you to the others," Tunstall said, shifting his focus around the room. "This is George," he gestured to the man on his left, "and you're already acquainted with Charlie." Charlie offered a reassuring smile, leaving only one person to introduce.

"Finally, we have B—" You abruptly interrupted Tunstall, turning to extend your hand.

"William Bonney, it's a pleasure to meet you face to face. You're quite the celebrity; I was concerned about competition for the title of most notorious outlaw," you jested, noticing a subtle change in Billy's expression. Unsure whether it was anger or disappointment, you shrugged it off. Arching your eyebrows, you awaited his response, but as he made no move, you scoffed and turned back to Tunstall. "Well, as famous as he is, he certainly lacks manners," you grumbled, crossing your arms, eliciting a surprised cough from Charlie, who attempted to suppress a laugh.

Billy cleared his throat and shook his head. "I apologize, Ms. Bennet. That wasn't my intention. I was merely surprised to encounter a fan. It's delightful to make your acquaintance. Please forgive my lapse in manners," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"Oh, I'm not a fan, Mr. Bonney. Just pleased to meet the most wanted man in several counties," you shrugged, distancing yourself from him. "Mr. Tunstall, can we discuss my involvement privately? I won't commit until we've reached mutual terms," you proposed. Tunstall nodded, dismissing the others, and you shot a lingering glance in Billy's direction. Removing your gun belt and placing it on the table, you settled into a chair. "Tell me the details of my role."

Tunstall positioned himself opposite you, crossing a leg over his knee and folding his hands. "As you're aware, there's a feud between Mr. Murphy and me. He's a power-hungry man, exploiting the land and its people. He indebts them, then employs unsavory means to seize their property. I'm sure you're familiar with his tactics." You nodded, feeling a simmering rage within. "We aim to confront Murphy, reclaim the land, and provide these people with the rightful homes they deserve without enduring such hardships. I require your skills to assist in taking him down. You and Mr. Bonney will offer exactly what's needed to dismantle Murphy's corrupt hold."

As you reclined in your chair, Tunstall's words raced through your mind. This man was willing to fight and die for a cause—bringing a better life to Lincoln County—and he sought your aid above all. "Alright, let's assume I agree to assist you. What assurances can you provide? I'm not interested in money; I seek something more secure and dependable," you challenged, noticing Tunstall's surprise, though it didn't shock him, especially given your reputation.

"I can offer you an opportunity to clear your name. As far as I'm aware, you're wanted across at least four counties, three of which have bounties on your head. However, by assisting me and transitioning away from the outlaw life, I can advocate for you. I'll speak to judges, emphasizing your change of heart and commendable actions, working to eradicate those bounties against you," Tunstall proposed. The offer held undeniable appeal. Clearing your name from charges that weren't your doing in the first place seemed like a tempting prospect.

Nodding, you contemplated the offer more deeply. "Very well, I accept these terms. I'll collaborate with you to take down Murphy and assist in your objectives. But it's crucial that you uphold your end of the deal, Mr. Tunstall," you affirmed, running your fingers through your hair. "Now, could you tell me further about William Bonney?" Tunstall's eyes brightened as he eagerly briefed you on what he knew about your former friend.

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That evening, you lay outside, your coat serving as a makeshift pillow while your gaze remained fixed on the stars. A gentle cool breeze kissed your cheek and nose, while the nearby fire crackled softly. Your eyes flickered open as the sound of footsteps approached, halting beside you as a figure settled down. "I didn't expect to see you roped into all of this," Billy spoke softly. "Honestly, I thought you were gone for good until I spotted your wanted posters everywhere. Who would've guessed you'd dig a deeper hole than mine, but I suppose stubbornness runs in your veins, so that's no surprise," he said, glancing down at you.

Sitting up, you drew your knees to your chest and released a sigh. "What do you want, Billy?" you asked, pressing your lips together tightly. "Don't expect anything from this. I'm here solely to clear my name, not to mend something that shattered a long time ago," you added, redirecting your gaze back to the starlit sky. Billy sighed and fiddled with his fingers, uncertain of his next words.

"I tried to find you. After my mother passed away, and I was falsely accused of a crime, I searched for you. I assumed you'd moved on to another town or two, but you were nowhere to be found. Then I kept hearing about this remarkable woman named Sadie Bennet—how impressive she was, especially for a female outlaw. It wasn't until I saw your wanted poster that I knew it was you. Part of me felt relieved, but another part wanted to keep searching," Billy confessed, joining you in gazing skyward.

"I wasn't far when Kathleen passed. I'm sorry for your loss; she was a remarkable woman," you began, "I knew you were alright, still alive, as people talked about you often. Imagine my surprise when they accused you of murder. I couldn't believe it because you were always about settling disputes, not escalating them to violence. No matter how much I might have disliked you, I couldn't believe those allegations," your words struck a chord, leaving him silent.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he uttered quietly. "I took advantage of your presence, assuming you'd always be there for me, even when I distanced myself. You were a constant in my life, and I took that for granted. Life turned into hell after you left, and realizing my mistake hit hard when I didn't have you to turn to anymore. Joe was furious with me for weeks; he blamed me, rightfully so."

"Don't blame yourself, Billy. I left because I needed more than the life we had. Our rift was just one part of why I left; it's not solely on you," you said, meeting his gaze filled with sorrow. Wanting to comfort him, you hesitated but then pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Stop looking so forlorn, Billy. You're not alone; there are people who care."

Billy wrapped an arm around you, burying his face in your neck, breathing in your scent. "The reason I regretted it so much was because I was in love with you. You meant everything to me, and you showed me what it felt like to be truly wanted," he whispered softly, tightening his embrace. You remained silent, uncertain of how to respond to his confession. When you attempted to pull away, he shook his head, drawing you closer. "Please, just listen. I was so deeply in love with you that my mother was helping me gather the courage to confess my feelings. But then you vanished, leaving me with unspoken words and a heap of regrets."

"Billy," you murmured, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. "You carry so many burdens and regrets. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. You didn't deserve to feel alone, and I regret leaving you in that state. I had feelings for you too, but when you distanced yourself, I took it as a sign and fled like a coward," you confessed, feeling his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumb caressing your skin. Lost in each other's eyes, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours.

His lips felt weathered against yours, yet the kiss conveyed volumes of unspoken emotions, making you disregard any roughness. Your fingers entwined in his hair, gently tugging on his brown locks, and a subdued moan escaped as he pulled you into his lap. Breaking the kiss, Billy placed a tender one along your jawline before meeting your eyes. "Let's head inside. It's getting late," he murmured, guiding you along. Pausing just outside the spare room, he kissed you again before ushering you inside, where the evening was spent memorizing each other's bodies and sharing quiet confessions.

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The next morning, the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue across the room. Stretching your arms, a smile naturally spread across your lips. For once, you felt truly rested, and the usual ache in your back was noticeably absent. Sensing movement behind you, you felt an arm around your waist draw you closer. Memories of the previous night flooded your mind, and you suppressed a smile as you turned in bed to meet Billy's bright blue eyes. "Good morning," you whispered, gently cupping his cheek.

His lips curved into a sleepy smile as he tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. "Good morning," he mumbled back, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on your lips. Pulling away, he nestled his head on your shoulder, his arm holding you tighter. "Do you think we should come clean about knowing each other?"

Running your fingers through your hair, you pondered his question. "I'd say we might have to. There's hardly any believable excuse, especially after last night," you chuckled, placing kisses along his jawline. "But we should probably get up and start our day," you sighed, only to squeal as he playfully rolled on top of you, tickling your sides and eliciting high-pitched laughter.

After some playful moments and shared affection, Billy rolled off and got up, heading to the small bathroom. Lying on your stomach, you observed him dressing and attempting to tame his tousled hair. Catching his gaze, you noticed a flicker of something before he grabbed a black shirt from the wardrobe. Handing it to you, he sat on the bed, tracing his fingers over your exposed back. "I'll head downstairs while you get ready. I'll try to hold them off until you're ready to face the grilling," he said with a playful eye-roll, making you stifle laughter in the pillows.

Eventually, you sat up and planted a lingering kiss on his lips. "I'll see you downstairs, cowboy. Don't let them chew you up," you teased, rolling out of bed. As you started dressing, you ran a brush through your hair, noticing the red marks on your neck and collarbone. Groaning, you tilted your head back, silently blaming Billy. Once dressed, you made your way downstairs, overhearing hushed whispers. Some sounded teasing, while others seemed more disgruntled, likely discussing you and Billy. Walking into the room, you stood behind Billy, resting your hands on his shoulders. "Good morning, gentlemen. How was your night's rest?" you greeted them with a wide smile that faded as Billy distanced himself from your touch.

Charlie greeted you with a small welcoming smile while Tunstall settled into the chair at the table. Positioning yourself next to Billy, you observed him, puzzled by his sudden shift in emotions. "Sadie, or should I say Y/N, what exactly is your relationship with Billy?" he asked. Part of you hesitated, uncertain of what to say, as his expression demanded nothing but the truth. Before you could respond, Billy interjected.

"There's no relationship. Last night, we both had a bit to drink which led to events that should have never happened. I want to apologize for our actions. We have more important things going on, and we should have been more careful." His words hit you hard, and your face contorted into a mix of horror and shock. It was a mistake—this whole situation. Just moments ago, he appeared content waking up beside you, but now you felt reduced to a mere error. Clenching your hands into fists on your thighs, you bit the inside of your cheek to restrain any comments on the brink of escaping.

"Billy is right, Mr. Tunstall. We both got carried away, and I'll ensure it never happens again. I allowed myself to become too vulnerable around someone, and I shouldn't have." You managed to force the words out, your voice strained. "Now, if you boys excuse me, I need to tend to my horse and maybe explore the town to familiarize myself with the area," you grumbled, rising abruptly and causing the chair to scrape against the floor.

Charlie stood up swiftly. "I'll join you. Perhaps I can give you an overview of the town and how everything operates." You nodded at Charlie and left the kitchen, purposefully avoiding looking in Billy's direction. Charlie followed closely, slowing his pace as you reached the horses.

"What truly happened between you and Billy? Anyone who can read a room can tell that you're more than just a drunken mistake. So, what are you to him?" Charlie inquired as he mounted his horse.

Swinging yourself onto your horse, you shrugged. "I thought I meant something to him, but I should've known better than to believe his words. I apologize if things were awkward this morning, Charlie. That wasn't my intention at all." You offered him an apologetic smile as he joined you on horseback. A part of you wanted to cry and vent your frustration after Billy's sudden indifference. You had opened up to him and comforted him, only to be discarded once again. Last night felt too perfect to be true, but it hurt to realize that you had exposed yourself only to be hurt in the end.

Charlie shook his head and regarded you as the two of you began riding towards town. "You don't need to apologize, Y/N. Sometimes people change, and sometimes they change in a matter of minutes. All you can do is look ahead and move on. You're a wonderful and kind young lady. Billy just doesn't know what he's doing," Charlie consoled. Part of you felt weak for letting Charlie comfort you, but his words resonated and lingered in your mind. He was right. You couldn't let this consume you. All you could do was fulfill your duties and keep moving forward.

[mukbangg]

Helping stressed out Billy the kid.

Billy the Kid Spoilers‼

18+

(Eh kinda died halfway...but I need more billy the kid sloppy porn)

Tunstall's shot dead and everyones gathering at the ranch, looking to Billy to lead them.

With so many eyes on him, so many responsibilities and to add on, the upcoming war with Murphy and him having to face Jesse? Billy is stressed through the roof.

But hes Billy the Kid, cowboy outlaw and one hell of a gunslinger, hes been on his own all this time he can do this cant he?

Now you, being one of the people Tunstall had hired, a cowgirl if you will, well you're acquainted with Billy alright. More than acquainted if him pounding you harshly into the bed a few weeks ago means anything. Not an exclusive relationship, yall never talked about defining whatever the hell is going on but you're familiar enough with his quirks to see that his clenched jaw and that heavy close-lipped sigh means hes got himself wound up tight.

And you know just the way to help him out.

"What're you doing, I can't-"

A click of your tongue had him huffing and letting you tug him into the barn, out of sight.

The moment whatever tense meeting was done in the house, people filling away to busy with their business, you took the chance and stole Billy away, dragging him out like he owes you money.

"I haven't got the time doll, what d'you want?"

Ever the sweetheart, Billy could never get too harsh with you, his unofficial girl. His voice strains, and his eyes can hardly focus on you but theres a softness to his question.

You roll your eyes, backing him up against the flimsy wall and kicked his legs open impatiently.

Whatever protest he had died on his tongue the moment you sank down onto your knees, one brow raised as a challenge for him to push you away.

He doesnt.

Billy swallows as you yank his belt loose, unzipping his trousers just enough to see his half-hard bulge in his boxers.

"Doll- we cant- not here-"

But all it took was for you to place an open mouth kiss on his bulge, mouthing at his cock through his boxers with that hard glint in your eyes staring right at him, and his jaw was falling slack eyes fluttering in a heavy lidded gaze ,that glazed out look in his eyes.

You take your time playing with him, getting him all hard and needy till his precum leaks through the fabric of his boxers mixing with your saliva.

His palm cups the back of your head, pressing you down with a shaky groan that almost, hips bucking into your face for more.

You chuckle, before finally taking his cock out and he hisses at the contact, voice tapering into a throaty groan that was a little too loud for you.

"You can stay quiet, cant you billy?"

And despite your doe eyes and pouty lips, all innocent and soft staring up at him like hes the most precious thing in the world, the edge in your voice made him swallow hard, whispering out a raspy "y-yes".

"Good,"

And then you smile all sweet like honey, kissing his painfully swollen tip slick with pre, and he squeezes his eyes shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he prays to mother mary he doesnt cum the moment you fuck your mouth on his cock.

His eyes practically rolls back when you swallow him down your snug throat, teeth clenched as he struggles to gulp down his heavy groans and whimpers.

Your head bobs expertly, cheeks hollowed out as  you suck him sloppy.

"Fffuuuuuccckkk..."

If you moan one more time around his cock hes gonna burst.

You pull back, tongue swirling on his tip, one hand holding down his bucking hips while the other thumbs at his balls.

"C'mon Billy...."

You drawl, smiling as you drag your glistening lips up the underside of his cock.

You know he isnt going to last.

"I want your cum..."

And he moans brokenly, head lolling back as he presses your head down to his base, cock twitching once, twice, and hes squirting cum down your throat.

He jolts, hunching over you as you try to swallow the copious amount of thick built-up cum, so much it leaks out the corners of your mouth.

Billy's heaving, face flushed and he groans as you pull off, slumping down against the wall so hes level with you, eyes fuzzy and loopy, watching you swallow his cum.

You lean forward to peck his lips, earning a lopsided smile from him when he tastes himself on your lips. He whispers a "thank you", pulling you against him to bury his face into your neck.

"Lemme return the favour later doll,"

And you grin, knowing full well you both wont be sleeping tonight.

[daintyys]

cowboy like me

fem!reader x billy the kid, 2k words, slight violence (gunfight), slight gore (nothing major), mentions of blood, mentions of death, swearing (like once), fluff, intentional lowercase

ever since you could remember, you loved adventure. growing up on the family farm, your mother had to sometimes lock you in your room to deter you from climbing trees, or trying to wrangle one of the cows. that didn't stop you, obviously. you learned to be careful, and though it did come with a few scraped knees and broken windows, you always managed to stay safe.

it was just your safety that worried your parents when they broke the news to you. "y/n, darling," your father sighed one evening, sitting you down at the kitchen table. you furrowed your brows, bracing for the seemingly bad news that was about to be shared. you could see your mother had tears in her eyes. "yes, pa?" you hesitated, clutching your skirt anxiously. "your grandfather passed, and your mother and i gotta go to santa fe for the funeral." sighed your father, gazing down at the floor.

you'd only met your father's father once, and your mother's parents had never been in the picture, so this news didn't particularly rattle you. "i'm sorry, pa." you soothed, rubbing your father's arm sympathetically. you looked up and saw your mother pacing the dining room, arms crossed over her chest. "i'm going to stay here, correct?" you guessed, seeing as your father didn't say anything about you tagging along on the trip. "correct..." your mother whispered, clenching her jaw.

"what's going on, ma?" you stood up, crossing the room to your mother. upon closer inspection, you could see tears running down her face. "ma!" you gasped, pulling her into a hug. "we're just worried to leave you, with all the violence going on around here..." she sniffled, smoothing down your hair. "oh dear, there's nothing to be worried about! that's why we have billy coming." your father croaked, stress clearly on his mind.

you paused, pulling away from the hug with your mother. "billy?" you questioned. you'd heard of him around town, and from your parents. he was infamous for his various crimes across the area. "billy bonney... aint he a murderer?" you questioned, an uneasy feeling in your stomach. "you could say that, or you could say he's looking out for the good of lincoln." your father admitted, rubbing your back gently. "you're leaving me with him? i reckon that won't look too good on us." you simply could not believe your parents would leave you with a delinquent.

"trust us, y/n. he's helped us out plenty. he's a good boy, probably the only boy i trust around you." your father groaned. he had a point, billy had returned a few of your family's horses back from thieves a few weeks ago. "i dunno, darling, i'm still weary about this..." your mother drawled. she had always been worried about your safety. "i'll be okay, ma." you took your mother in your arms once more, and felt slightly less concerned than before.

your parents left before you had woken up the next morning, and once you were awake, you dreaded going downstairs. you could hear his footsteps, his humming, the smell of a cigar, his presence. billy the kid, in your home. you finally stood up, being careful to avoid any squeaky floorboards in your room. you got yourself ready, and quietly opened your nightstand drawer to retrieve your pistol. you could never be too careful, especially with an outlaw.

you tucked your pistol into the pocket of your jacket, and made your way downstairs. it was like your heart was in your chest. you could have sworn you were going to have a heart attack. slowly, you rounded the corner of the hall and entered the kitchen, and chills went up your spine when you saw him.

he didn't seem all too scary in the flesh. he was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and he was sat at your kitchen table, reading the daily paper. he was handsome. you cleared your throat quietly, and he put the paper down. "hey there." billy hummed, standing up to shake your hand. he looked down towards your pocket, noticing your pistol. "you won't need to use that on me. promise." he chuckled, reaching out to shake your hand. reluctantly, you took it and greeted him.

"i made some eggs, if you want some." billy muttered, running a hand through his hair. "i heard." you murmured, fixing yourself a plate. "was i really that loud?" the man grinned, pulling a chair out for you to sit in. nodding, you sat, and ate your breakfast. billy sat in front of you, resuming his newspaper. the room was tense, and it sure as hell wasn't 'about to shoot your head off' tension.

finally, after what seemed like months, billy spoke up again. "so, you're how old? 16? 17?" you couldn't help but snicker. "19." billy put down his paper again, a shocked look on his face. "what's a girl your age doing unmarried?" he questioned. you were taken aback. "that's not old at all, mr. bonney." you retorted. "well sure, but haven't you got your sights on a husband?" you couldn't believe him. how dare he ask such bold questions when he just met you?

you scoffed, cleaning up your dish. "didn't mean any harm, miss. y/l/n. just curious. "you turned around to face him, and took a second to admire his handsome features. he simply had the most likable face, and you couldn't help but smile when you made eye contact with him. "please, call me y/n, mr. bonney." billy smirked, standing once more. "then i ask you call me billy." you nodded, and made your way to the front door.

"where ya' going?" billy questioned, following behind you. "for a ride." you said as you left the house. "mind if i join?" asked billy, jogging to walk beside you. you shrugged, looking up at him to see he was already looking at you. the two of you quickly turned away from each other awkwardly. "sure..." you groaned, not sure what the uncomfortable tension was between you two.

you made your way to the barn, and you began to tack up your horse. you could feel billy's eyes boring into you, studying your every move as you went through the steps of preparing your steed. as you reached for your saddle, billy ran up next to you, trying to take it from your hands.

"let me get that for you." he insisted. you pulled the saddle back into your arms, shrugging him off. "i've got it. done this a million times." you grunted, throwing the saddle onto the back of your horse, and then adjusted the girth and stirrups. billy prepared his own horse, and then leaned against the wall to watch you. petting your horse, you gave her an apple. "what's her name," billy asked. "shes gorgeous." you grinned, kissing her muzzle. "it's dolly." billy chuckled. "a doll riding a horse named dolly." you blushed, face growing hot.

once you were ready to mount, billy was right at your side again. "let me help you." he declared. with your nodding approval, he placed his strong hands on your hips and lifted you onto the saddle. your blush grew even stronger, and you could swear you even saw a hint of redness on billy's face.

"ready?" you giggled, turning to billy. "ready." he coaxed, a fiery look in his eyes. you flashed him a smile, dug your heel into your horse, and you were off. it was glorious. you loved this feeling. freedom. if you got to choose what heaven would look like, it would be just this. wide, open fields, wind in your hair, your horse, and maybe even a certain boy. billy caught up with you, laughing thunderously. "i thought this was casual, not a racetrack!" you shook your head. "nothin's casual with me, bonney."

you sped up once more, a grin plastered across your face. turning to your left, you noticed a few men on horses in the distance. your smile faded immediately. "hey bil-" you began, but were cut off by the ringing of a gunshot. you heard a whiz coming toward you, and then a searing pain shot through your hip. you yelled out in pain, looking around frantically for billy. you could feel hot blood pouring out of your side, running down your body. then you spotted him, racing around you, gun drawn.

"off the horse- shit, you're shot?!" he yelled out, noticing the dark red stain on your dress. you nodded, biting your lip to cope with the pain. "i'll take care of this. get off the damn horse and hide behind those bushes." he motioned towards a patch of woods, and gunfire began to ring out again. you hopped off dolly, whimpering at the pain that was shooting through your body. grabbing your horse’s reins, you limped off towards the trees, hand clutching your side.

you couldn't believe this. not even 24 hours after your parents had left, and you were shot, maybe even dying. you slumped against a boulder, leaving a trail of blood behind you. you could hear an explosion of gunfire, but didn't dare to look. you were already in enough trouble, and you sure didn't want to see any dead bodies.

almost as soon as it had started, the gunfire died down. you held your breath. was billy dead? was someone going to be coming for you? what would happen now? footsteps began to trudge through the grass, and you clutched your pistol in your pocket. as the unknown person approached, you whipped around, pointing your gun at them.

billy, stood, raising both his pistol-holding hands. he had blood splattered across his face, and just when you thought he couldn't get more sexy. "easy cowgirl." he panted, quickly kneeling down to tend to you. you dropped your arms, taking a sigh of relief. "may i?" billy questioned, motioning towards your wound. you nodded, and shut your eyes tight. you didn't want to see anything too gorey.

billy gently retrieved a knife from his pocket, and cut your skirt to get a better look at your wound. he winced, inspecting the severity of it. "doesn't look awful, basically just a graze. didn't hit anything major. bleeding isn't too bad." he concluded. "you reckon i'll need surgery?" you groaned, putting pressure on your side. "nah, i can probably stitch you up myself." nodding, you began to stand. "woah woah woah. hold on now." billy bantered, covering you up with your skirt. he then scooped you up, gently putting you on his horse.

billy rode back with you to the farm, pulling dolly along as well. you looked up at him, taking in his scent, the feeling of him, the closeness. his jaw clenched with every contact your bodies made, and you could hear his heart racing in his chest.

billy carried you back inside, clearing the kitchen table to create a makeshift surgical bed. "billy, this isn't necessary at all, i know how to-" "i'm taking care of you, y/n. that's what i promised your folks i would do." billy affirmed, placing you upright on the table. you sighed, groaning at the pain. "there's a needle and some thread in my nightstand, and some towels in the washroom." billy nodded, and ran off to gather the supplies.

once he was back, he carefully began to clean your wound. you watched as his eyes darted from your gash to your bare thighs, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside his head. with steady hands, billy began to sew up your wound. "shit." you hissed, gripping onto his shoulder. "that's not very ladylike." billy chuckled. "hush." you tittered, not able to hide your amusement.

after finishing with your wound, billy looked up at you. his face reddened, and the lack of contact between the two of you was almost unbearable. "y/n..." he whispered. "billy." you breathed, cupping his face. "have you ever met someone, and they're just so damn magnetic? like, immediately, you feel drawn to them?" he purred, kissing your hand. you nodded. "i have felt that way, billy." he smiled. "even if you don't really know 'em all that well?" grinning, you brought your face closer to his, lips barely touching. "yes, billy."

asks 🩷

an: hii i'm back... this is prob cheeks, it's been a while and i need to rewatch billy the kid desperately. also wanted to write this so i could show off that i did horseback riding for like 6 yrs. yes i'm reposting this so sorry if you've already seen it... i made the mistake of posting it at like 1 am so ofc nobody saw it 😣. i kinda wanna make this a series, so pls pls pls lmk if you think i should, i rlly need some active moots/followers opinions to keep me motivated😭

[a5rora]

❤️‍🔥 | Old Flames

billy the kid x rich f!reader

word count; 2k words || dividers by @firefly-graphics

ch. 𝐈𝐈

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, angst, eventual SMUT, violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of memory loss, substance abuse¿, ollinger, mentions of alcoholism, flashbacks intended, smoking, mentions of catholicism, storytelling is inspired by the original show’s major elements/events. (billy’s birth name is henry mccarty)

Suspense collectively consumed each man in the room when the game of poker finally reached the showdown. Each remaining player placed their hands one by one until the last turn to reveal his cards was Billy. All attention was on Billy the kid.

The men watched closely with anticipation as Billy slowly placed his cards to reveal a winning hand of royal flush. The players made distinctive reactions of defeat in response to their losses.

Billy was known to be a lucky gambler among his peers but no matter how good he was, he only gambled occasionally.

He grabbed his winnings off of the table and quickly prepared to leave for another drink.

The night was the same as always. It became a habit for Billy to drink his thoughts away. It felt like his sober mind couldn’t bare the worries of the growing rivalry between Tunstall’s and Murphy’s businesses. In a room with so much liveliness, his loneliness gnawed in his chest. Billy felt lonelier, noticing his friendship with Jesse become more distant since the beginning of their time working for Murphy…

Until he saw you.

Billy couldn’t believe his eyes the moment they landed on you, there you stood metres away from the gambling den.

The lovely sleeveless silk dress you wore fit perfectly on your body, hugging the curves of your figure.

A crafted corset that matched the hues of your skirt and floral lace brushing over your smooth shoulders. His focused gaze fell upon your face and the sentiments of adulation in his soul grew for you.

It was like he fell in love with you once more.

The tempo of his heartbeat rose along with the temperature of his cheeks when he saw your smile. Billy pushed away the feelings of discomfort when he noticed Jesse beside you, clearly being friendly with you.

He slightly turned away, trying to distract himself from the current thoughts invading his mind. Billy reminded himself of the time you had spent together, growing up with each other before your individual circumstances separated you from one another. The little rebels that you once were. He remembered when you both made it a habit to venture into the wild despite the countless warnings that your parents had given you.

A particular moment stuck out to him…

The bright sunshine in the afternoon transitioned into a faint evening. It was soon that your parents would notice that you travelled farther that you both should have.

“Henry!” y/n called out from the trees. But the boy stood still, watching the thieves above the hill as they ambush the farmers who stood their ground by the stables. He was dangerously close to the hill, a clear witness to the petty crime.

“Please Henry, come here now!” y/n pleads once more, startling the boy and bringing him out of his trance. His azure eyes find hers, he begins rushing into the forest.

You took his hand as he got closer and pulled him towards you. You sat down on your knees beneath the fremont trees and gestured for him to sit down beside you.

You looked to him, his gaze focused straight into space. Bringing your hand to his cheek, you turn his face towards you and wipe the teardrops from his sad, doe eyes.

You bring his forehead to yours and he takes your hands in his. “It’ll be okay Henry, I promise.”

Ever since that occurence, you had an unspoken devotion of loyalty for one another.

Before his immigrant family moved away, you and Billy made a promise to find each other again in this lifetime. But over time, his faith and hope diminished slowly after he lost you along with the latter of his loved ones.

Now here you were, walking and smiling before his eyes. Before this moment, his life seemed to be nothing but desperate and lonely. However, being in your presence made him feel like the hope that he had lost long ago returned to his heart. Billy’s mind was piqued by the irresistible urge to be near you, to meet you and seek refuge in your comfort.

But his present reality prevented him from fulfilling his wish of coming up to you. The aching feeling grew in his heart and flooded his soul. He felt guilty from the betrayal of his promise to you while you stood there, oblivious and looking so beautiful.

Laughter and chatter repeated throughout the entire saloon as you followed your friend Jessie who accompanied you to the bar, “How does it feel to be free y/n?” the blonde smiles at you which you return.

You exhaled and leaned your elbows on the bar counter behind you, “Feels amazin’- Girl like me can only dream of being this free forever.” A genuine sigh left your mouth, in contrast to your previously bright and bubbly mood a few minutes ago.

Your friend frowns slightly at you out of sympathy. The fading conversation between you and Jessie was interrupted by a tall cowboy who entered from the other room.

He towered over you both and you take notice of his wavy brunette hair as he lowers his head to take off his hat.

When he straightened himself, your eyes met with his familiar blue pair. His intense gaze trapped the air in your lungs and you swallowed, trying to remind yourself of the confidence you walked into this bar with.

You were proud of yourself for not getting caught sneaking out from your balcony tonight compared to your weekend night two weeks ago.

At the time of the incident, you didn’t have the best luck when you were sneaking past the gate doors. Your brother having caught you just after you managed to pass by the gate entrance.

Luckily tonight, you were here to have fun. You promised not to be bounded by the standards of your status.

You wanted to celebrate your newfound freedom and feel comfortable in your appearance.

The brunette did not hesitate with his wandering gaze over your body. As much as he wanted to, he wanted to upkeep his appearance as a gentleman towards you of course.

Jessie wrapped his arm towards his friend and brings him closer to you. “This is my good friend William.” you tilted your head, confused by the feelings that consumed you when your eyes met and every moment leading up to this one. You had seen him before but you were unsure why and how he was so familiar to you.

“Names’ Y/n, Y/f/n.” you introduced, your mouth couldn’t help but to return his handsome smile.

Your heart fluttered and so did your lashes when you looked up in his eyes. You shared a moment of awe towards each other, you were lost in his captivating blue eyes.

Jesse stood awkwardly between you two, “Y’all know each other or sumn?” Feeling uncomfortable from the silence that your moment with Billy distracted you from. You shook your head no to answer his question.

Billy looked away and placed his hat back onto his head. “No, but sure would’ve been nice to know such a pretty girl like you.” You pressed your lips to a smile, feeling your heart sieze from his words.

“Luckily you’ve got lots of time to get to know me William.”

“Y’can call me Billy.” He offered. Billy’s usual cold and inscrutable demeanour was swept away when it came to you. A tender smile appearing across his face. “I’ll take you up on that cariña.”

“Well, I’ll leave ya two lovebirds to mingle.” Jessie chuckles, taking a sip of his drink before going in the direction Billy came from.

“So where’d you come from?” He quickly asks you before ordering a drink for himself. His own curiosity getting to him. He needed to know for sure that it was you, not necessarily in the right mind to feed into the thoughts that swarmed his head. It was only your answer that could give him the clarity that he was searching for.

“Damn Billy,” you giggled, “buy the girl a drink first.” You teased, nudging his arm and he grins.

“Hmm, well my family’s from New Mexico originally but we moved to New York for a bit where my daddy started a coal business back there.” You started and leaned your back against the counter, noticing Billy’s concentration on you and what you had say. You felt his sincere reverence towards you and his character seemed unlike most men- If not every man that you usually meet in the towns you had stayed in previously.

You exhaled, “Then we moved from town to town quite a bit to grow our business.” He nodded, his continued fixation on you starting to make you feel slightly nervous from how he acted towards you. “My brother and I are just followin’ my old man to take care of him wherever he goes and wherever the business takes us.” You exhaled before continuing. “Took us to here now, in Lincoln.” You explained, swirling the drink in your hand before finishing the rest of it.

“I see.” He finishes his drink before asking, “You like it here?”

You played with the cup in your hands. “I think so. I’m just startin’ to like it a lot more.” you flirt with a smile and his lips beam with shyness.

“Would you like another?” He points to your glass in your hands.

You grinned, “How could I turn down a drink from you?”

He smiles at you, ordering your drink for you like a gentleman. He grabs your drinks from the bartender, gesturing you to a seat beside him. You sit down on the barstool, Billy pushes your glass closer to you and you take it. “What about you, Billy?” You look to him beside you, swallowing his drink before clearing his throat.

“What’d you like to know?” He gazed at you with an inscrutable expression.

You bit your bottom lip, “Where are you from then?”

Your question didn’t come as a surprise but it still made his heart ache to know that you didn’t remember.

You didn’t recognize him. Which meant you didn’t remember the time you had spent together in your early adolescence. He tried to hold onto his hope but he had himself to blame for not reminding you of those memories sooner.

He drove away the doubts in his mind and turned to you. “My family immigrated from Ireland way back.” He answered shortly, in contrast to the plentiful conversation you gave him and you frown.

“What do you do? You a cowboy too?” You ask out of curiosity. But before he could reply, Jesse storms out of the saloon, he pushes the doors that start swinging hard and bang hard against the walls. The hinges squeak from the impact. “I’ll be right back.” Billy says to you before following after his friend outside the bar. You nod and let out a quiet sigh as you watched him disappear into the darkness.

“Hey beautiful, did Billy leave ya on your own?” A man said from behind you, making you flinch.

The man was Bob Ollinger. You turn to face him completely and you smelled a swift of liquor from his mouth. You tilt your head at the drunk man, “Y’know anything about what’s happening outside?” He looks at you for a moment, Ollinger seemed like he was still trying to comprehend your words. That was all you needed to confirm that he is way too drunk. You blinked repeatedly for a second before your eyes settle to the ground.

Ollinger ignores your question, “C’mon with me. I wouldn’t leave you here just by yourself.”

It didn’t matter anymore what little friendship you developed with the guy, you didn’t want to be disrespected due to his intoxication. “Best you go somewhere else Ollinger.” You drank the last of the alcohol in your glass as he stands there dumbfounded.

“Y’gettin smart on me girl, that it?” He challenged with a sour tone in his growl.

“You can go on your way to bother another poor woman with your vices.” You spat, earning chuckles from the men and women around you.

“Don’t be a fucking tease you little bitch.” There went the last bit of respect you had for him, along with your unrequited friendship. Ollinger definitely did not see you as your friend and to your trepidation, he grabs your arm and pulls you off your seat.

You wince from his hurtful grip, “Fuck off!” Tears starting to pool in your eyes and blur the corners of your vision. You came to the realization that no reaction or intervention would ever come from anybody that watched you struggle.

You scream as Billy abruptly strikes a punch across Ollinger’s face, his body falling to the floor on impact. You could see the blood immediately coming out of his nose when Ollinger picks himself up from the ground. A dark smirk appears across his face. “Sorry didn’t know she was your whore.” You watched in horror as Billy punches him once more. The two drunk men proceeded to attack one another with punches while you shouted for Billy to stop.

Ollinger’s words made your chest twinge in pain. You didn’t want to be just one of Billy’s sluts, although you reckon that they probably enjoyed it.

You tried your best to remember why he looked so familiar.

But what stuck out to you was the longing feeling in your chest of being in his presence and more.

However, that’s when you remember where you recognize Billy from. The same poster you saw prior to meeting Billy tonight was plastered along the pillar that stood next to the saloon doors.

A wanted poster for the outlaw, Billy the kid.

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thank you for reading <33 this is my first fic on tumblr

im also taking requests for any billy drabbles & oneshots ;)

this will be a short series, follow for pt2! it’s currently in the drafts and ill make sure to post it before finals lolol pls reblog it means a lot <3

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smut *

BILLY THE KID

apple pie*

save a horse, ride a cowboy*

sweet tooth, part 2*

nice and easy*

better than them*

only you (coming soon)

CORIOLANUS SNOW

the lying kind*

come here, dressed in black now*

FINNICK ODAIR

— coming soon

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

— coming soon

SEJANUS PLINTH

study buddies*, part two* (coming soon)

heavy*

RAFE CAMERON

— coming soon

STEVE HARRINGTON

— coming soon

JOHN “BUCKY” EGAN

— coming soon

THOMAS WEBB

photographer*

THEODORE NOTT

fresh cherries* (coming soon)

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AN: ugh guys billy the kid hyperfixation is so strong (did we see the tattoo tom got with the cast WHEW) i need more people to talk about him with. as usual this is chronically unedited so oopsies

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Billy the kid who teaches you how to ride a horse. He just kinda hoists you up with him so you’re sitting in front of him and he holds your hips!! And he’s constantly whispering praises against your ear when you get the hang of holding the reigns. (i’ve never ridden a horse in my life can you tell)

“yeah, just like that sweetheart. you’ve got it”

And eventually you can do it on your own with more confidence so you two go on rides together without him literally sitting behind you and playing backseat driver. He’ll take you to his favorite spots and he just loves going faster so you have to catch up, egging you on just to hear you laugh.

And when you get to wherever it is he wanted to show you, he gets the horses secured and holds onto your waist to help you down, but he doesn’t let go. He gives you that smirk once your feet are planted on solid ground and just kisses you senseless, and then the second he breaks away and grabs your hand and starts leading you along like your heart isn’t beating out of your chest.

Because he’s a gentleman after all!!

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(Billy The Kid) Gladiator AU 18+: Double-Edged Sword

A/n: Hey there! I hope you enjoy this short story 💖 I had to quickly write it down before the idea left me haha. Sometimes the best ideas hit you when you least expect them, right? 😅

I’ve created this AU where Billy the Kid is a gladiator, and it’s honestly been such a fun and emotional ride to write. Let’s just pretend that William/Billy was around in ancient Rome for this AU 😜. If you like it, let me know, cause I've definitely got a few more ideas up my sleeve!

That being said, I want to give a little warning—this story definitely dives into the angst. It was such a tearjerker to write, and I hope it brings you the same heartache (in the best way, of course 😭). It’s an emotional one but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! 💖

I truly hope this little adventure sparks some emotion and some excitement for what is to come for this future AU. Please drop a comment if you want more from this world! 😏🔥 And as always, requests are always open! 😄👀 Word Count: 6.4k Warnings: Roman Empire AU, violence, major character death (Not reader) weapons, light smut, blood, gore, emotional distress, loss of a loved one, grief, angst and dark themes.

The early morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of their modest Roman home, casting a warm, golden glow over the couple tangled in the sheets. The soft light seemed to paint the room with an ethereal quality, wrapping around them in a cocoon of quiet warmth. William hovered above Y/n, his breath warm against her neck, sending waves of warmth through her skin as he pressed gentle kisses along the curve of her collarbone. His movements were slow and deliberate, hips rolling with hers in a rhythm that was both tender and passionate, a silent dance that spoke volumes of their unspoken bond.

Her fingers, delicate yet sure, trailed through his dark, unruly locks, tangling in the small curls at the nape of his neck. She tugged lightly, pulling him closer, craving the feel of him, the warmth of his body pressed against hers. With a soft, deep sigh, his lips found hers in a slow, searing kiss, deepening as the moments stretched into eternity. The world outside seemed to fade away, the room echoing only with the soft sounds of their breath, their whispered words, and the faint creak of the bed beneath them. It was a sacred silence, an intimate haven they had carved out for themselves in the quiet hours of dawn.

"I love you," she mumbled breathlessly, her voice barely a whisper, a secret shared only between the two of them. She gently nudged her nose against his, the warmth of his skin igniting a shiver that cascaded down her spine. 

Her eyes fluttered closed as she savoured the feeling—the closeness, the love that seemed to pulse between them. In that fleeting touch, there was more than words could ever express, more than she could have ever hoped for. It was as if everything in her soul aligned with the gentleness of his presence, a silent promise that only the two of them could understand.

William paused, his lips hovering above hers, his breath mingling with hers as he kissed her forehead with a tenderness that made her heart swell. Then, his lips returned to hers, capturing them in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and filled with an aching depth. He poured all of his love, his devotion, into the kiss, his hands roaming gently over her curves, caressing her soft skin as if she were something sacred. His touch was reverent, guiding her hips with his, moving in perfect harmony as if their bodies were telling a story of love and longing that transcended time and space.

"And I love you, my sweet Y/n," he whispered against her lips, his voice low, laced with reverence and passion. His blue eyes—those eyes, like twin oceans—gazed down at her with a softness that left her breathless. There was a depth to his gaze that seemed endless as if they held the secrets of the universe, and yet, at that moment, they only held her. She felt herself drowning in those eyes, overwhelmed by the tenderness, the adoration he had for her. "Always and forever." His words, simple yet profound, filled the room with an unspoken promise that would bind them together for as long as time would allow.

Afterward, William collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms with a tender urgency, as if we both needed this moment of closeness to breathe again. Our breaths came in shallow bursts, trying to catch up to each other, to find a rhythm that matched the pounding of our hearts. As the quiet settled between us, he tugged me even closer, the warmth of his body enveloping mine. His lips, gentle and soft, began to scatter light kisses across my face—across my forehead, the tip of my nose, each one a sweet caress, a promise. With each kiss, his voice murmured in my ear, thick with emotion, attempting to fight off the fear that I could feel creeping up in my chest. He knew the storm that raged in my mind, knew the worry that I could never quite silence when he was about to face battle.

“I’ll be fine tomorrow,” he whispered, his breath warm against my temple, a soft but firm promise. “You know I always make it back to you. Every time, my love.”

I could feel my heart aching in the quiet of the room, a wave of unshed tears burning behind my eyes. I clutched him tightly, my fingers digging into the fabric of his tunic, as if I could anchor him here, prevent him from slipping away. “You promise?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, shaky with the weight of my fear. I hated the vulnerability in my voice, but I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop wanting to believe, needing to believe that he would come back to me, that he would always come back to me.

William cupped my face, his large hands gentle but firm, as if he could hold the world in them just to keep me safe. He gazed into my eyes with such unwavering devotion that my heart clenched painfully in my chest. "I swear it, my beautiful girl. No blade, no man, no beast can keep me from you. Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll fight, and then I’ll come home to you like I always do."

His words wrapped around me like a lifeline, each syllable a tether to the reality I so desperately wanted to hold onto. But still, the fear lingered, gnawing at the edges of my mind. What if this time, something was different? What if tomorrow he didn't come back? I buried my face against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. The sound was a soothing melody, grounding me, reminding me that he was here, that he was with me now. The soft, rhythmic pulse of his heart reminded me that he was alive, here, and promised to stay. For now, that was enough.

I curled deeper into him, my body instinctively seeking comfort in his warmth, in the solidness of his presence. His hand moved to my hair, fingers threading through it in slow, tender strokes. Each movement was a reminder of the safety I found in him, of the strength he provided just by being near me. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a lullaby, soothing me into a peace I knew I could only find when I was in his arms. His touch was grounding, each stroke of his fingers in my hair a promise, a soft whisper of love and assurance.

I let go of the world outside, surrendering myself to him completely. In his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat and the softness of his touch, everything felt as though it would be okay. His love was a blanket, wrapping me up, protecting me from the harshness of the world. I let my body relax, let the tension bleed away, and with a final, shuddering breath, I allowed myself to drift into sleep, the comfort of his embrace carrying me away.

The next day arrived far too quickly. The bustling sounds of the city outside their home were a harsh reminder of what lay ahead, a world so different from the quiet solace they had shared in their final moments together. William stood by the door, his posture tense, as he prepared to face the arena. Beyond the heavy wooden gates, the Colosseum loomed, its ancient stone structure towering like a monstrous sentinel, casting long shadows over the bustling streets. The vast amphitheatre stretched into the horizon, a circular monument to the cruelty and spectacle of the empire, its tiers rising like a sea of watching eyes, waiting for the blood to spill. The sun glinted off the stone, reflecting the promise of violence and glory in every crack and crevice of its walls, as the sounds of the crowd grew louder.

Dressed in his battle attire, William was no longer the man she knew, but a warrior of the arena. His tunic, simple yet functional, clung to his form beneath a gleaming bronze chest plate, intricately designed with ancient symbols that glinted in the light. Over his shoulders, a crimson cape fluttered, its deep red a symbol of both strength and sacrifice. His Roman praetorian helmet rested on a nearby table, the polished metal gleaming with an intimidating sheen, decorated with intricate etchings along its crest. He was the embodiment of an unstoppable force, every piece of armour symbolising a battle fought and a life at stake.

As Y/n adjusted his helmet, her fingers tracing the curves of its cold surface, she looked up into his cerulean sapphire eyes—eyes that had once held tenderness but now radiated a calm, silent strength. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a lingering kiss, soft yet desperate as if trying to memorise the feeling of her before stepping into the chaos. When they finally parted, he kissed the ring that adorned her finger, a small gesture that spoke volumes, a promise between them that transcended the violence he was about to face.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood there, my hands trembling ever so slightly as I adjusted his helmet. The weight of the moment settled over me, the quiet before the storm, the final moments before he stepped into that arena where I knew only one of us might walk out alive. I glanced up into his sapphire eyes, searching for the familiar warmth, the spark of life that had always calmed me, but today it was different—today, they held something else. Determination. Strength. A quiet, unwavering resolve.

"Stay strong for me, my love," he whispered, his voice soft but steady. His words felt like a lifeline, and yet, the fear in my chest threatened to swallow me whole. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it only seemed to grow larger. How could I stay strong when everything in me wanted to beg him to stay? To keep him here, with me, away from the horrors he was about to face? But I knew I couldn’t. Not for him, not for us.

"I’ll see you in the stands," he added with a faint smile, the kind that was both reassuring and bittersweet, as if he were trying to mask the looming weight of the moment with humor. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but there was a quiet confidence there that made my heart both ache and flutter. I wanted to believe him—wanted to believe that this would be like all the other times, that he would come back to me as he always did. But this time felt different. The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this time, something might change.

I nodded, but my voice betrayed me, trembling as I spoke. “Be careful. Please, William.”

His smile never wavered, and he straightened up, standing tall with the poise of a warrior, ready for the fight ahead. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way he faced everything with such unshakable certainty, that made him seem invincible. But I knew—he wasn’t invincible. None of us were. “Always,” he said, his voice thick with that simple, unbreakable vow. It hung in the air like a promise, but it was also a heavy weight on my chest, reminding me of the very real danger he was walking into. The gravity of it hit me harder than ever, and I could feel my heart sinking even deeper into the pit of my stomach.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but the words caught in my throat. There were so many things I needed to tell him, so many things I wanted him to know. I wanted him to understand how much he meant to me, how deeply I loved him, how terrified I was of losing him. But no matter how hard I tried, the words didn’t come. They felt too big, too overwhelming to say aloud, and I could feel the tears building up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. The ache in my chest was unbearable, a constant reminder of how little control I had over this moment, over the uncertainty that lay ahead. I didn’t want him to go. I didn’t want to watch him walk into that arena, into the arms of danger, where everything could be taken from us in the blink of an eye. But I had no choice.

A single tear slipped down my cheek, and before I could even react, before I could brush it away, his hand was gently cupping my face. His thumb swept over my skin with such tenderness, such care, that it felt like he was trying to erase the pain in my soul with nothing more than the simple act of loving me. His touch was deliberate, soothing, as if he could make everything better just by being here, just by holding me close. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth of his hand on my face, the softness of his touch, but the ache in my heart only deepened.

"Hey, none of that now," he murmured softly, trying to lighten the mood, his voice filled with a teasing warmth that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. "You know I always come back, don't you? No need to stress. I’ll be in the stands, waving to you, just like I always do. Besides," he added, with a playful glint in his eye that was almost too easy, "you’ve got nothing to worry about. If anyone can survive that arena, it’s me."

His attempt at humor, his gentle teasing, was the smallest of distractions, a fleeting reprieve from the whirlwind of my thoughts. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that this time, like all the other times, he would walk out of that arena unscathed, that he would be there with me again, alive, whole. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw the same uncertainty that tugged at my own heart. And I knew, deep down, that we were both holding on to that hope, that fragile thread, with everything we had.

"I swear to you, Y/n," he continued, his voice low and sincere now, his hand still holding my face gently, as though afraid that if he let go, I might fall apart. "No matter what happens, I always come back to you." His gaze softened as he brushed his thumb over the tear on my cheek. "You’re my world. I’ll fight like hell to make sure I see you again."

The sincerity in his voice, the unspoken promise behind his words, cracked something inside me wide open. I nodded slowly, trying to hold back the tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm me, to keep from breaking in front of him. But it was impossible to hide the rawness in my heart, the fear that twisted inside me like a vice.

He smiled again, this time a little more genuine, a little less forced, and pulled me into a brief but tight embrace. "Now," he said softly, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, "no more tears. You know I can't stand seeing you like this. I'll see you in the stands, and when this is all over, I’ll be back in your arms, where I belong." I attempted to speak to him once more but before I can utter a single word I get cut off by him.

"Shh," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur against my ear. "It’s going to be okay. I promise. I’m doing this for us, Y/n. For our future." His thumb wiped away another tear that I hadn’t even realised had fallen. "So we can have our home. So we can start a family one day."

The words hit me harder than anything else he could have said. I had always known that he fought for survival, but I had never understood the depth of his sacrifice until now. The thought of him doing this for us—so we could have a life, so we could build something together, tore at my heart. It was more than I could bear.

“I’ll come back to you,” he continued, his voice steady, but there was an emotion in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before—vulnerability, fear hidden beneath the surface. “I’ll come back, and we’ll build our life, I promise. All I need is a few more winnings and then I promise I’ll never touch a blade again”

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath as the tears continued to fall. I couldn’t stop them; I didn’t want to stop them. It was as though all the fear and love I had for him, everything I had kept hidden, was finally breaking free.

When I opened my eyes again, he was still there, his gaze never leaving mine. “I will come back,” he repeated, his words now a silent plea, a desperate need for me to believe in him, to believe in us.

I nodded, unable to speak, my chest too tight to form any more words. I wanted to be strong for him, to hold it together, but at that moment, all I could do was let my emotions flood through me. He gently kissed the top of my head, pulling me into his arms, and holding me close for one last, lingering moment.

“I love you, Y/n,” he whispered, and it was the most painful, beautiful thing he could have said.

“I love you too,” I replied, my voice hoarse, barely audible as I clung to him, afraid that if I let go, I would lose him forever.

You’re just being paranoid, I think to myself tying to calm my senses.

I clung to his words, to the warmth of his embrace, trying to etch every moment into my memory, knowing that it was the last one I would get before he walked into that arena. His words were a balm, a fleeting comfort, but they couldn’t completely ease the ache in my heart. Still, I nodded, pressing my lips to his one last time, a silent vow of my own: I’ll wait for you. Always.

With a final, gentle squeeze, he stepped back, his eyes meeting mine one last time before he turned toward the door. I watched as he walked away, his armour gleaming in the dim light, his figure growing smaller with every step until the door closed behind him, and I was left alone in the silence.

I didn’t know if I could be strong, but I had no choice. For him. For us. I would have to find a way.

As they were separated at the gates of the Colosseum, Y/n’s heart pounded so hard in her chest, it felt like it might shatter at any moment. Her feet felt heavy as she ascended the grand staircase leading to the stands, each step seeming to echo her growing anxiety. The roars of the crowd blurred around her, the deafening chants of excitement ringing in her ears, but all she could focus on was the hollow pit in her stomach and the way her hands trembled as she clutched the railing. The sun beat down mercilessly, casting harsh light on the arena below, but it felt cold to her, like the very air had turned to ice.

Below, through the wide opening of the gates, she saw him—William—being escorted to the preparation area. His broad shoulders squared with every step, his back straight, a figure of quiet strength amid the chaos. She could barely breathe as she watched him disappear into the shadows of the arena. She knew what was coming. She knew the violence, the brutality, that awaited him in the arena. And yet, all she could do was watch.

Her eyes followed his every movement as he donned his gladiator armor, the bronze plates glinting sharply under the harsh sun. The sound of metal scraping against metal filled the air as the armor was fastened into place. He wore it like a second skin, a familiar comfort—one that only served to remind her of the dangerous world he had to enter. His jaw was set, his lips pressed into a thin line of determination, and in his eyes, there was something she couldn’t quite place—a mixture of resolve and something else, something darker, like a man who had come to terms with the violence he was about to endure.

He gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles white as he held the hilt, as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded in a world full of brutality. The thought of him stepping onto that blood-soaked sand, ready to fight not for glory, not for the crowd’s adoration, but for her—for them—made her chest tighten. Always for her.

Y/n’s heart ached at the thought, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. She wiped it away quickly, not wanting anyone to see her weakness, but the pain was too much to hide. The anticipation in the stands was deafening as the announcer’s voice boomed through the air, the crowd roaring with excitement. Fight after fight came and went. Swords clashed, shields were shattered, and men fell, their screams echoing through the arena. Each brutal clash of weapons, each cry of pain, made Y/n’s stomach twist in knots. The blood spilt, the sweat and dust clinging to the combatants' skin—it all blurred into a horrific dance of violence. The crowd cheered, their hunger for blood insatiable, but Y/n could only feel a suffocating dread. It was as if each fight was a reminder of the horrors that awaited William.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away, even though her heart begged her to look away, to block out the chaos. She clenched her fists in her lap, nails digging into her palms, trying to steady herself, but the fear gnawed at her insides. She watched, powerless, as gladiators clashed in brutal combat, their weapons slicing through flesh, their bodies falling, lifeless. Every time a fighter collapsed, every time blood sprayed into the air, she felt like the world itself was crumbling around her. Her heart raced with every swing of a sword, every shudder of a body hit with a heavy blow.

Then, finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, the announcer’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding, slicing through the tension that had settled over Y/n like a thick, suffocating fog. This was it. Her breath caught in her throat, her chest tightening as the gates to the arena groaned open. The sound of them scraping against the stone seemed to reverberate in her bones, drawing her gaze to the entrance. Every heartbeat felt like a drumbeat against her ribs as she held her breath, waiting for him to emerge.

The instant her eyes locked onto him, her world narrowed, and everything else—the madness of the crowd, the roaring of the spectators, the bloodied battles before—faded into nothingness. He stood tall, unwavering, as though the weight of the arena, the weight of the fight, the weight of the world, meant nothing in the face of his resolve. His boots pounded heavily against the stone floor, each step deliberate, each movement measured, but to Y/n, it was as if time itself had decided to pause, to give her just a few precious moments to absorb the sight of him. The harsh sunlight glinted off his armor, casting golden highlights across the bronze plates, making them gleam like polished fire. His sword—his weapon, his lifeline—was gripped tightly in his hand, the hilt as familiar to him as his own skin.

She could feel the tension in the air, electric, crackling, as the crowd roared louder, but it was as if they were all distant echoes in her mind. She could only see him—his face set in determination, his jaw clenched in that way she knew so well. And for the briefest of moments, everything stilled. The world, with its brutal violence and unrelenting demands, seemed to hold its breath with her. All there was in that single, fleeting second was him—her William, standing at the edge of the arena, ready to face whatever challenge lay before him. Ready to fight for his life, for them.

And then, without warning, their eyes met.

It was a fleeting glance, so brief that she could have convinced herself she imagined it if it weren’t for the warmth that flooded her chest. In the space of that single moment, she saw more than just the steely determination of a fighter; she saw him—the boy—the man who had promised her more than this life of violence, who had sworn to always return to her. A slight, almost imperceptible grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and for the first time since she had walked into the colosseum leaving him below down there, Y/n’s heart lightened. Just as he had said to her he waved his arm in the hair up at her, even in this crowd of people up above he still saw her. A silent promise passed between them, one that needed no words: He would fight. He would survive. He would come back to her.

But just as quickly, the moment shattered like glass, the promise lingering in the air as the gates across from him creaked open, and her stomach dropped.

A figure emerged—his opponent.

The man was massive, his frame towering, covered in dark armor that seemed to absorb the sunlight, making him appear as a shadow against the brightness of the arena. The crowd erupted, a deafening roar of anticipation that shook the very stands beneath Y/n’s feet. She could feel her pulse hammering in her ears, each beat a painful reminder of the horror unfolding before her. Her throat constricted, a vice around her breath as she watched the two men face each other, the tension crackling between them like a storm about to break.

William’s opponent lunged forward with terrifying speed, swinging a massive battle axe with deadly intent. Y/n’s heart stopped as the axe cut through the air with a vicious arc, its edge gleaming like a promise of blood. William barely managed to dodge in time—his body twisting to the side, but the sheer force of the swing sent him stumbling back, his feet sliding in the sand. The sound of the blow reverberated through the arena, the impact ringing in Y/n’s chest like the strike of a hammer. Her breath was stolen from her, her chest tight as she watched him struggle to regain his footing, the strain visible in every muscle of his body.

The crowd screamed, a wave of savage excitement rolling through the stands, but Y/n could barely hear them. All she could focus on was him—the way his body moved with the raw power and desperation of someone who refused to be taken down. His face was set in a mask of concentration, sweat dripping down his forehead, his brow furrowed in determination. His sword, so familiar to him, was still gripped tightly in his hand, its edge gleaming as it glinted in the sunlight.

Then it happened. A single misstep. William’s foot faltered, sliding across the blood-slicked sand like a cruel twist of fate, and the arena seemed to hold its breath. His stance wavered, his balance thrown. Y/n’s heart stopped, her breath frozen in her chest as she leaned forward, gripping the edge of the stone bench so tightly her knuckles turned white.

No.

The word screamed through her mind, a desperate denial of what was unfolding before her. She wanted to shout, to warn him, to do anything to stop what was coming, but the air refused to leave her lungs. She could only watch in horror as his opponent’s eyes gleamed with vicious intent, his movements swift and merciless. He lunged forward, seizing the moment with a predator’s precision, and the blade glinted in the sunlight before plunging into William’s side.

Time shattered.

The deafening roar of the crowd surged like a tidal wave, but to Y/n, it was as though the world had gone silent. Her scream tore from her throat, raw and filled with a terror so consuming it drowned out everything else. The sound of her agony cut through the air, lost amidst the frenzy of cheers and applause. Her vision blurred with tears as she stood, clutching the rail in front of her as though it could anchor her to reality.

“No! No, no, no!” she cried, her voice cracking, but the scene below remained unchanged, a nightmare playing out in agonizing clarity.

William staggered, his body jerking violently with the impact. The blade had sunk deep, a crimson stain spreading rapidly across the bronze plates of his armor. He faltered, his knees buckling, and she could see the pain etched on his face—a fleeting grimace that was quickly replaced with something else. Determination. Defiance.

“Get up,” Y/n whispered, her voice trembling as her tears fell freely, streaking her face. She clenched the railing tighter, as if her sheer will alone could pull him back to his feet. “Please, William. Get up. You promised me.”

But his movements slowed, his sword slipping from his hand to the bloodstained sand below with a hollow clang that echoed in her soul. The cheers of the crowd grew louder, a sickening roar of approval that made bile rise in her throat. They were celebrating. Celebrating his pain, his suffering. His possible death.

No, this can’t be happening.

The denial pulsed through her veins, her mind refusing to accept what her eyes were seeing. He always comes back. He always wins. She shook her head violently, clutching the necklace he had given her, the cool metal digging into her palm as if to remind her of the truth she wanted to believe.

“Fight,” she whispered again, the word turning into a chant. “Fight, William. Fight.”

His opponent stood above him now, raising his blade for the final strike, and the crowd roared in anticipation. Y/n screamed, her voice breaking as she reached out as though she could bridge the impossible distance between them.

“Stop! Please, someone stop this!” she begged, but no one in the stands paid her any mind. They were too drunk on the spectacle, too consumed by the bloodlust of the moment.

Below, William lifted his head, his gaze finding hers one last time. His lips moved, but she couldn’t hear him over the din of the crowd. Yet she knew—she felt—what he was trying to say.

“I’m sorry.”

Her heart shattered.

As the opponent’s blade swung down, she turned away, collapsing into her seat, her body wracked with sobs. She couldn’t watch. She couldn’t bear to see the light in his eyes snuffed out. The roaring of the crowd, the brutal finality of the moment, pounded in her ears, but her mind refused to accept it.

He can’t be gone. He promised me.

The sound of the crowd blurred into a distant hum, their cheers and jeers blending into an overwhelming cacophony she couldn’t escape. Her vision tunneled, her mind racing with fragments of hope and denial that battled for dominance.

He’ll get up. He has to. He always does. This isn’t real—it can’t be.

The guards moved to clear the arena floor, their voices booming, but she barely registered them. Her body moved on its own, pushing past anyone in her path, stumbling down the stairs that seemed endless. The hard stone bruised her knees as she fell, but she didn’t stop, scrambling back to her feet and running toward the gates that led to the arena floor. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each one harder than the last, her chest constricting as if the air itself had turned against her.

She reached the edge of the arena, the iron gates separating her from him. The metallic taste of blood from where she’d bitten her lip filled her mouth, but she didn’t care. Her fingers curled around the bars, gripping them tightly as she screamed his name, her voice raw and broken. “William!”

The guards stationed at the gates stepped forward, blocking her way, their expressions stoic. “You can’t go in there,” one of them barked, his tone devoid of compassion.

“Let me through!” she pleaded, desperation dripping from every word. “Please! He’s hurt—he needs me!”

Her words fell on deaf ears. They didn’t understand. They couldn’t. This wasn’t just some gladiator to her—this was William, her William. The boy who had made her laugh on the darkest days, who had held her close when the world felt like it was crumbling around her. The man who had promised her a life beyond this nightmare.

But now that promise was slipping away.

“Move!” she screamed, her voice cracking as she pushed against them, clawing at the barriers that kept her from him. The guards didn’t budge, their faces stone-like, and for a moment, she felt utterly powerless. She sank to her knees again, her head pressed against the cold bars, her sobs wracking her body as the reality she had been denying began to seep in.

And then she saw him.

Beyond the guards, beyond the bloodied sand, William lay crumpled on the ground. His once-strong form looked smaller now, fragile in a way that stole the air from her lungs. The blood pooled around him, its dark red hue a brutal contrast to the golden light of the setting sun. She choked on her sobs, her hand reaching out through the bars as though she could touch him, as though she could bring him back to her with nothing more than her will.

“Let me go to him,” she begged again, her voice barely a whisper now, her strength all but gone.

One of the guards hesitated, his gaze softening for a fraction of a second before he stepped aside. The gates creaked open, and she didn’t wait for permission. She stumbled forward, her legs shaking, her hands clutching at the air as she ran to him.

When she finally reached the arena floor, she dropped to her knees beside him. The impact jarred her bones, but she didn’t care. Nothing else mattered but him. William’s breaths were shallow, his face pale, but his eyes—those impossibly warm eyes—still held that familiar love as they met hers.

“William,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she cradled his face in her trembling hands. His skin was cold beneath her touch, the warmth she had always known slipping away. Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling onto his bloodstained armor.

“I’m here,” she choked out, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “I’m here, my love. You’re going to be okay. You have to be okay.”

Tears streamed down her face as she cradled his head in her lap, her fingers fumbling to unbuckle the heavy, dented helmet that obscured his face. She finally pulled it free, tossing it aside with trembling hands. His features, once so strong and full of life, were pale and slick with sweat, his lips tinged with a haunting blue. Her thumb brushed gently over the streaks of dirt and blood on his cheek as if she could wipe away his pain.

“No, William. Please, stay with me. You promised!” Her voice broke, the words a desperate plea as the tears fell faster. She clutched him tighter, as if holding him close could somehow anchor him to her.

He coughed suddenly, the sound ragged and wet, and a dark crimson streak dribbled from the corner of his mouth. The sight made her stomach twist violently, and she frantically wiped it away with her sleeve, her hands shaking uncontrollably. 

“You’re okay,” she whispered, the denial in her voice cracking under the weight of her grief. “You have to be okay. We still have so much to do, William. Remember? We were going to leave this place—together. Just hold on a little longer, please.”

His eyes, glassy but still warm, met hers again. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, each word a struggle. His hand, slick with blood, rose shakily to her cheek. His touch was so faint, so fleeting, but she leaned into it as if it were the only thing keeping her alive. “I… love you.”

“Don’t say that like it’s goodbye!” she cried, her voice raw and trembling. “You can’t leave me. You promised, William. You swore you’d always come back to me.” Her tears fell freely, landing on his bloodied armor as her hands cupped his face, desperate to keep him focused on her. “I need you. Do you hear me? I need you. You can’t go—please don’t go.”

But his breathing grew weaker, each shallow inhale rattling painfully in his chest. His eyes began to flutter closed, and she shook him gently, her voice breaking. “No, no, no! Stay with me, William! Look at me! You’re not allowed to leave me like this. You’re stronger than this—we’re stronger than this.”

Her sobs wracked her body, her grip on him tightening as if she could physically hold him together, but his hand fell from her face, landing limply in her lap. The light in his eyes dimmed, and his head lolled slightly to the side. “No,” she whispered, her voice trembling as reality clawed at the edges of her mind. “No, no, no…”

She pressed her forehead against his, her tears mixing with the blood staining his face. “This isn’t real. It can’t be real,” she chanted under her breath, her voice hollow and shaking. “We still had so much to do, William. We still had so much time…”

The guards approached, their heavy footsteps thudding against the blood-soaked sand, but she barely noticed them until they tried to pull her away. “No!” she screamed, her voice raw and piercing as she clung to him. “Don’t you dare touch him! He’s still here! He’s still mine!”

Her fists pounded against the guards, her cries echoing through the now-quiet arena. She fought with every ounce of strength she had left, her body writhing as they pried her fingers from him. “You can’t take him! Please, don’t take him from me! Don’t take my William-not my Billy” she sobbed, her voice cracking as the fight drained from her.

They pulled her away, her arms reaching out for him as she screamed his name, her soul breaking with every step that separated them. The sight of his still body lying in the dirt seared itself into her mind, a vision that would haunt her forever. And as the gates closed behind her, the roaring crowd finally returned, their cheers a cruel mockery of the love she had just lost.

[wifeofsnowbaird]

MASTERLIST

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus Snow:

Believe in me, my angel [one-shot and a mistake 💀I messed up so bad man if u give me another chance i will make it better i swear pls]

He was my man, but now he's just a stranger [one-shot]

My little Deer [one-shot]

You Can't, You Can't Catch Me Now [Masterlist]*

SnowBaird x Reader:

The Songbird and Snake love their Ballad[coming soon]

Lucy Gray Baird: coming soon

Sejanus Plinth: none yet

Actors:

Tom Blyth: so long I've been out in the rain and Snow [part 1/part 2]

Charlie Bushnell: Charlie...I will never trust you again[one-shot]

Walker Scobell: coming soon

Billy the Kid:

You put a spell on me [part 1/part 2]

PJO:

Clarisse La Rue: coming soon

Annabeth Chase: coming soon

*: changed title

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[cowboyandasongbird]

there i was again tonight. forcing laughter, faking smiles. same old tired, lonely place. walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when i saw your face– all i can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. | a cowboy and his songbird. william h. bonney & lucy gray baird.

[milliesfishes]

How about modern reader encountering ghost Billy? Thanks

꣑ৎ౨ৎTender Is The Night꣑ৎ౨ৎ

[fem reader] contains: mentions of death/dying, angst, reader is emotionally neglected pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: fem reader x ghost billy the kid author’s note: (modern au) based partially on @goosita ghost billy au (which I've been dying for an excuse to write for) which is based on lisa frankenstein (love) Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

The graveyard was a desolate place for eternal rest.

Billy had wandered the hills, trailed through the forest in search of a better spot, but his fear had gotten the better of him. When one spends enough time in a place it becomes comforting, whether it originally was or not.

Time was a cruel wound, and it was never ending, which meant the pain of life's halt stretched long into the future; a destination beyond Billy's comprehension. He had hoped once the bullet stopped his heart that he would continue on into a next life.

Instead, he was stuck between worlds. A spirit ignored by the majority of the living, left to pace the earth until some higher power decided another fate for his soul. A century and some change passed, and he was hardly visited through any of it. Only a groundskeeper every now and then would come to tend to the tombstones, brush up the greenery a little, and then leave for decades.

His grave was unmarked by any name, his body below decayed into nothing. This was his resting place decided on by his enemies. The joke was on all of them though. They were just as forgotten as he was.

Occasionally a single person would come along to explore the land, maybe make note of it, but they never stayed and they never returned. Billy resigned himself to the fact that the years would slip through his fingers, and the world would continue to change except for one irreconcilable fact: that he was alone.

But that was all before you started to show up.

Pretty and full of sunshine, he'd been surprised when you appeared for the first time through the gates of the cemetery, surveying the space with curious eyes. At first, he thought perhaps you were lost, but then you ventured through the boundaries, examining each grave with interest.

Billy had perked up at that. You were the best visitor he'd had, and you'd hardly done anything yet. He waited with bated breath for you to stop at his grave.

When you did, not only did you look at it, you knelt down, brushing leaves and natural debris aside, seeming to want to read the name. A look of disappointment crossed your face when you discovered there wasn't one. All the other headstones had them. His heart sank and he expected you to move on.

Instead, you made yourself more comfortable, smiling softly as you did. Then your soft lips parted, and you whispered, "I'm sorry nobody wanted to remember you." Pressing your hand flat on the stone, you murmured. "I'll remember you if you remember me."

Billy moved closer to you, fascinated by you. Young and beautiful and kind. His heart rose from the depths like a sunken ship returning to the surface.

Maybe it was a good thing he hadn't been visited all these years. Because then you might never have come along.

After that first day, he hadn't expected you to return. Or maybe if you did, it'd be once in a blue moon. And he would have accepted it, been grateful for any glimpse of you he could get.

But you frequented his resting place, spending hours there in solitude. Often you brought a book with you or played music from your phone, just enjoying the peace. Sometimes you came bearing gifts; little flowers or shiny rocks you found on your way there. You left them surrounding the tombstone, and he admired them until you came the next day, touched that you'd thought of him.

Even though you couldn't see him, he always sat next to you, mirroring whatever position you were in. Sometimes you knelt. Other times you were sprawled on your back.

You sometimes spoke to him, and it made him happier than he could ever say. He learned more about you every time you visited, saving each piece of knowledge to try and form a whole picture about his lovely visitor.

"We moved here a month ago," you murmured, playing with one of the daisies you'd brought this time. A few were stuck in your hair, and more were lining the base of the tombstone. He felt decorated even though they weren't actually on him. "My mom died a year back, and my dad married someone new. She...I don't think she likes me very much."

He felt a pang of sadness at that. By now he was aware of how sweet and loving and gentle you were. How could anybody even dream of disliking you?

"She wanted my dad, not a daughter," you said, picking at the daisy's petal. Billy longed to tuck your hair behind your ear but every time he tried his fingers passed right through you. "But it's okay. I keep to myself. You're really the only friend I've made."

Billy reached out to you, not caring if his hand passed through. His fingers hovered over your knee, and he pretended to rub it gently. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said, wishing his words weren't falling upon deaf ears.

"Honestly, I kind of like being alone," you mused, leaning your head against the side of his tombstone. If he imagined it just right, your head was resting on his shoulder. "With you. I like being alone with you." Picking up your phone, you tilted your head, looking at the stone fixture as if it were him. "What should we listen to today? More Lana, or have you had enough of that?"

He shook his head even though you couldn't see it. Billy would have liked anything you played. You tapped a button and set your phone face down in the grass, stretching out on your back to stare at the blue sky. He laid down with you, listening to the melodic voice flowing from your little device.

Turning his head to the side, he looked at you with stars in his eyes. The sunlight was warming your skin, kissing the bridge of your nose the way he wanted to. The flowers in your hair made you look ethereal, like you somehow belonged in the cemetery, a place nobody was supposed to belong. Your hands fidgeted on your stomach, your eyelashes dipping to grace your skin as the lids closed. Billy could have stared at you all day.

It hit him like a freight train in that precise moment, when he took in the scene of you. He was falling in love with you. With someone who didn't even know he was there, who didn't even know who he was.

But looking at you now, and seeing your kindness shine from your insides out, he knew he was utterly helpless to your charms. You were a force he couldn't resist.

With that in mind he warily allowed himself to grow fonder of you. You were darling, a regular fixture in his not-life now. And even though he knew you would never be able to know of his existence enough to return his affections, he'd been so lonely for so long that even this was enough. Even feeling something other than hopelessness was all he needed to keep him going for the next forever.

As the spring bled into summer, you came almost every day. He worried slightly about how fulfilling your life was, but you had told him so often of your preference for solitude that he figured you would have done this anyway if he wasn't there. And he'd much rather you be alone with him.

On a bright evening, he was watching the trees, eyes following a bird nested in the branches when he heard the familiar sound of your soft footsteps. Lifting his head, his smile was immediate, but it dropped when he saw the state of you.

Tears were streaming down your face, taking a little of your makeup with them. He watched as you collapsed to your knees, chest shaking as you cried. Billy could have sobbed right along with you due to the fact that he couldn't hold you or comfort you the way he wanted.

He ghosted a hand over your hair, trying to make like he was smoothing it. "Oh, sweet girl...what happened? Whatsa matter?" Even though you didn't know he was real, he still thought of you as his girl. He might as well, because that was how much he cared, how much he wanted to protect you.

You cried for a long time, crumbling to the ground over where his body laid, knees curled up, head nestled in your folded arms. The place you'd fallen was right where he was kneeling, so it was like you had your head in his lap, right where he wanted it to be.

His hand hovered over your shoulder, and he tried to will his ghostly form the ability to brush your hair over your shoulder. "It's okay, darlin'. It's gonna be okay, whatever it is."

Somehow you calmed down enough to choke out what had happened. "I...was at...a party...and...and there was a boy who t-touched me...and I...I didn't want him to..." the rest dissolved into tears, and his heart smashed into a million pieces. Anger overtook his being; he wanted to tear whoever had dared to hurt his girl to shreds.

But instead, he sat with you, hoping you could feel his presence. You were akin like the statue of a fallen angel that had occupied the cemetery for a century before it was struck by lightning. Pure love seemed to beam from his being, and he could have sworn the hair he touched moved under his fingers.

When he tried again, this time it really did move. Billy's eyes widened in astonishment, and he stroked his fingers through your strands, hoping the motion was soothing and hoping you knew that someone was listening, that someone cared.

The last thing you uttered before slipping into sleep was, "I wish you were here."

Morning dew dripped onto your cheek, causing your fingers to flutter. You sniffled, stirring a bit and feeling the grass beneath your fingers. There was a little sunshine poking at your eyelids, and you made a little noise of protest, shifting in your spot.

The events of last night prodded your waking mind, reminding you of the fear and heartbreak you'd felt. You hadn't even wanted to go to the party- wary of beer splattered teenagers and loud music and the entire overwhelmingness of the scene. But you had been invited by one of the friendlier girls in your grade, and you weren't in a position to turn down kindness.

You had known it was a mistake to be there from the beginning, but persisted, trying to be normal. Most of your time was spent in a cemetery talking to a tombstone. Starting up a conversation with a more popular boy from your math class, you had gained hope. Maybe you hadn't completely lost whatever social skills you'd had before the move.

Then his hand was on your chest. Then you realized he hadn't been talking to you to make a friend. Pushing him away, you'd run to the one safe place you knew in this forsaken town. Your father and stepmother were on a cruise in the Caribbean, and you couldn't have confided in them anyways. The girl who'd invited you had long disappeared upstairs with her boyfriend. You were utterly alone.

So, in a moment of desperation you fled down that familiar path through the woods, collapsing in front of the tombstone without a name that had been your refuge for the past months.

You were angry for letting it go this far. When your mother died it had flipped your whole world upside down. Any hopes you'd had of being an ordinary, stable, emotionally well girl, were dashed. It had taken years to build your semi-acceptable image and now it was shattered. And now you were talking to inanimate objects.

Truthfully, you couldn't help it. Nobody paid attention to you, but here you were listened to. For the rest of the world, you hardly said a word, but here you poured your soul out. It was stupid, but sometimes you imagined there was someone there, the spirit of whoever's grave you sat atop maybe.

But now you were more upset than you'd ever been and cursing yourself for being too strange to make nice with actual people. Before it hadn't seemed a big deal, but here in your time of need, you were alone.

Opening your eyes, you surveyed the sight of the cemetery in the morning. It was just as peaceful as always; a hidden treasure in the forest. You hadn't been able to resist upon finding it. It was like the space had been saved for you, relatively untouched by common man.

Sitting up, you stretched and rubbed your eyes, cringing when some of your mascara came off. Oh well, it wasn't like you hadn't already cried most of it off anyways.

Turning to look at the tombstone, you got the shock of your life when you saw someone sitting beside it. A man, pale as snow, wearing a hat and clothes that looked like they were from another time. Gasping, you leaned back slightly, eyes wide as the moon. But as you studied him, you felt a familiar feeling creep into your being. It was so peculiar, but you felt like you knew him.

He said nothing, just watched you watch him. Your panic settled as the sun reflected off him. The man's body was almost clear, and you could see straight through him the blurry outline of what he was sitting in front of like a mirror of water.

Sure you were still asleep and dreaming, you whispered, "Who are you?"

The man shifted, lifting the brim of his hat. You could see his face more clearly now. His hair curled at the ends and there was a slight whisper of stubble on his jaw. Though it seemed impossible, you found him irresistibly handsome. "My name's Billy."

Billy. You repeated it once, softly. Looking from him to the headstone, you asked, "Are you...alive?"

He shook his head once. "No."

A ghost. That explained his appearance. Of course, you believed in them. But you'd never had a prayer of seeing one, talking to one. You straightened your posture, sitting on your knees. "Is this your...?" Gesturing to the gravestone, you looked up at him.

"Mhm," he nodded, resting an elbow on his bent knee. "'s unmarked, but this is where they put my body."

You felt a thousand questions come over you. The events of last night were promptly forgotten as this new discovery consumed you. But one stood out the most. "Billy," you started, and he nodded, eyes right on you. He looked so interested in what you had to say- you'd never been paid attention to like this before. "Have you been here all this time? With me?"

A crooked half-smile lifted the corners of his lips. "Yeah, sweetheart. I have."

Cheeks going rosy, you hid your face in your hands. "Oh! I'd have never said so much if I knew someone was really listening."

"Hey-" You felt something pleasantly cool on your arm and lifted your head to see Billy kneeling before you, his ghostly hand covering your skin. "What's wrong. Wasn't no bother. I enjoyed it."

"I was just letting out everything in my head with no thought to if anyone could hear," you said, mortified, not able to bring yourself to look at him. "I shouldn't have."

"Oh, sweetheart," he grasped your wrists in his cold hands, bringing them down from your face. When you finally looked up at him, his eyes were soft, expression tender. "I ain't had anybody talk to me in more 'n a century. It's been lonely here, and none 'f the visitors were half as pretty as you." He smiled when you blushed even more, moving to cup your cheeks in both palms. "You're the best company I've had in ages."

Billy's kind words warmed your heart, and you looked up at him, lips parting slightly. Yes, he was a ghost, but he was also a man. He had liked your chattering, your musing, your presence. Nobody since your mother had.

Smiling slightly, you murmured, "Did you like the music I played?"

His lips drew back to reveal his clear teeth. "I loved the music."

A smile nearly split your face in half, and you leaned into his touch. "I never had anybody to share my music with before."

Billy's thumb stroked your cheek. "I wanna hear all your music, sweetheart." The sincerity in his words melted you like chocolate in the sun. And you could feel your heart beating two times the amount it usually did, as if making up for the absence of the pulse from man in front of you.

The next hour found you lying side by side with Billy, tracing a hand over his ghostly form. Eyes following your fingers, you said, "I thought ghosts weren't solid."

"They're not," he muttered, his regard not leaving your face. "I couldn't touch ya at all before today. 'n you couldn't see me either."

"What changed?" you asked, blinking up at him.

"Dunno." Billy folded his elbow and rested his head on it, still letting you touch him. You nearly clocked stars in his eyes. "But 'm glad somethin' did."

"Me too," you breathed, resting your hand between the two of you.

Watching his outline reflect the sunlight, you felt something in you ignite. It was a conflagration of a something you'd never felt before, but that didn't make it any less real.

And looking at Billy, you could tell he felt it too.

[targwh0re]

Born on the coldest Christmas, in 1859, she killed her mother coming into this world. The effect; he named her Calamity.

Now don't get me wrong, her Pa loved that girl like no other. Now he might have had a bit of a drinking problem, but he ain't never raised no hand nor voice to her. Normally a bull seeing red in a china cabinet, you should've seen him with her. You would've thought that was the softest man alive.

And he did his best with her. She had aunts and women who were friends of the family to help her with some things, but when it came to others he raised that girl straight up as if she had been born a boy instead. Best horse rider I ever met, and I'd bet on that.

One day though, her Pa's luck caught up to him in an alley way after some poker game at the Saloon. So drunk off his ass, the man didn't have a chance to pull his gun before he was dead in the ground.

Calamity was alone, but she was okay. Well off enough since her ma's folks had been pretty successful apothecaries, and her pa had more than a few coins to leave her from all of the heads he'd brought in, he'll, the guy who'd shot her father felt so bad he give her to money for the bounty on that man's head.

And she had us to watch out for her, me and ma. But once my ma lyed down her head for the last time I flew away like "a whisper on the wind" in her words. We kept in touch, for a while, writing letters back and forth. I can't remember if she stopped being able to track me down or if I stopped reaching out to her. I vaguely remember something in her last letter about some man who was gonna make sure she got her due. Pretty sure I stopped writing after that, not wanting to get in the way of a good thing. She needed a good man, not to still hold out hope for me.

But God...Calamity Grace; a beautiful disaster.

[soulessjourney]

Vengeance Trail

Part 1

Paring: Billy the kid x Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: You and Billy had known each other during your younger years. However, following an argument, you departed to forge your own path, leaving things on bad terms between the two of you. Years later, circumstances led you back, having been recruited to assist John Tunstall. As the war drew nearer, tensions resurfaced between both of you.

Warnings: Some violence, language, Billy again not knowing what to do with himself

A/N: She's not perfect, but I hope this helps feed your hunger for part 2. I did decide to make a google form if you would like to be tagged in any future works of mine, so feel free to fill it out! Join the taglist!

You had been staying at Tunstall's ranch for about a week now, and during this time, contact between you and Billy had been minimal following the events of last week. Part of you felt grateful for this lack of interaction. You didn’t know how to face him anymore, especially after what had transpired that morning. Billy attempted to pull you aside and talk, but you consistently brushed him off, providing any excuse that came to mind. Fortunately, Tunstall kept you occupied with plenty of tasks, effectively keeping you away from Billy.

As you walked through the house, adjusting the gun belt delicately resting on your hips, you closed your eyes momentarily, letting out a small sigh. Upon reopening them, you stepped into the kitchen, where Charlie was busy preparing breakfast. “Good morning, Charlie. You’re here quite early,” you remarked, moving around the kitchen to assist him with the food.

“Well, you know me—I’m an early riser. Tunstall called for a meeting this morning to discuss plans with you and the others, particularly addressing the steps we’re going to take concerning Murphy. He's displeased with the current situation in town, especially the trouble that arose between you and Jesse,” Charlie mentioned, raising a brow.

Inhaling sharply, you chuckled softly. “That wasn’t entirely my fault. Jesse didn’t grasp the concept of boundaries, so I merely reminded him. It's not my fault that it resulted in me punching him in the face,” you grumbled, smiling as Charlie burst into laughter. Over your time here, you and Charlie had grown close, especially after he provided comfort following what happened with Billy. He had become a devoted friend, for which you were immensely grateful. “Let's serve the food to the boys. I assume they’re all in the other room?” Charlie nodded, leading you into the large dining area, where Tunstall, Billy, and George were seated.

Placing the plates in front of the boys, you took a seat next to Charlie, which unfortunately positioned you directly in front of Billy. As everyone began to eat, Tunstall glanced at you from his position at the head of the table. “Y/N, I heard about the incident involving you and Jesse the other day. I must say, I’m somewhat disappointed in your actions, but also oddly proud,” he remarked, and you beamed, noting the confused expression Billy shot your way.

“Well, as I mentioned to Charlie, Jesse simply needed a gentle reminder about boundaries, and you know I don’t resort to certain measures unless absolutely necessary, Mr. Tunstall.” You grinned, earning an approving nod from Tunstall and a thumbs-up from George. “But I do promise to be more mindful of my conduct from now on and steer clear of any further confrontations.” You offered the boys a soft smile. Tunstall nodded before delving into detailed discussions about what to expect in the coming days and assigning tasks to each of you.

“Finally, Billy and Y/N, I’m teaming you both up. I want the two of you in town with Charlie. Whatever it is—shopping or sitting in the saloon—I want the three of you to keep an ear on Murphy’s men,” Tunstall instructed. Charlie nodded and glanced between you and Billy. “I don’t care about your history. You both need to find common ground. I won’t tolerate your feud jeopardizing our efforts. You both have skills, and together, you can help achieve our goals.” Tunstall’s stern gaze was fixed on both you and Billy.

You nodded in agreement before Billy could interject. “Certainly, Mr. Tunstall. I’m sure Billy and I can find common ground. I wouldn’t want any of this to jeopardize our hard work,” you smiled before standing. Gathering the empty dishes, you made your way to the kitchen, tidying up the room. Someone entered, prompting a sigh. “I know, Charlie, I’ll sort things out with Billy. I don’t need a lecture,” you grumbled, looking up only to freeze in your tracks.

“Well, I hope you and I can reach an understanding,” Billy said, offering a small smile. “Now that I have you here, I really want to discuss what happened between us.” Dismissing him, you wiped your hands on your black trousers and pushed past Billy.

“There’s nothing to discuss, Billy. It was a mistake, and it shouldn’t have happened,” you stated, arranging the cans on the shelf. “Finding common ground means civil conversation, not me returning to you. I allowed myself to trust you again, even though I vowed I wouldn’t, and you took advantage of it,” you muttered, fiddling with a can in your hands. “I can’t forgive you for that, not after what you did.” Slamming the can down, you flung the door open and walked out, biting your lip.

Billy followed and grabbed your arm, turning you towards him. “Stop walking away, Y/N, and let me explain, please.” His eyes held a mix of sadness and fear. Sighing, you tilted your head back, jaw clenched. Meeting his gaze, you raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to speak.

“I want to be with you. Everything I said that night was genuine. I was just scared—I thought acknowledging our connection would make me vulnerable, especially with Murphy’s situation. I thought saying it was a mistake would protect you somehow,” he explained, his eyes softening more than you thought possible. He looked vulnerable, and all you wanted was to hold him close.

“You hurt me, Billy. I was willing to risk everything and admit feelings I’ve had since we were kids. Waking up next to you was all I wanted. I still care about you deeply, but you hurt me,” tears welled up in your eyes, and he cupped your face in his hands, wiping away any tears that fell.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was foolish, and I didn’t know what I was doing. I want you with me more than anything. Let me make it up to you and prove my dedication to you,” he whispered, receiving a small nod from you in response. With that, he leaned in and kissed you.

---

You, Billy, and Charlie strolled through town, observing kids running about and families engaging in various activities while vendors attempted to sell their wares. Billy walked to your left, his arm occasionally brushing against yours as you scanned the surroundings. Meeting his gaze, you offered a slight smile, which was reciprocated as he gently clasped your hand, giving it a tender squeeze.

“Why don’t we split up? We can cover more ground without drawing attention to ourselves. Y/N, you can wander the streets and listen in on conversations. We know Murphy’s men will be around to keep things in check. I'll hang around the Saloon and see what I can gather. Charlie, you know where you're needed,” Billy suggested, glancing between both of you. Charlie nodded, turning on his heel and departing. Before you could step away, Billy tightened his grip on your hand, causing your gaze to meet his.

“Please be cautious. If you and Jesse had a confrontation, he won’t take it lightly and might come after you. He’s dangerous, Y/N. I don’t want to see you hurt,” he murmured softly.

Smiling reassuringly, you reached up, gently caressing his cheek. “I won’t let him near me. Besides, I can hold my ground. That punch was just a warning. Trust me, Cowboy,” you grinned, leaning in to tenderly press your lips against his. Billy reciprocated before pulling back, smiling down at you.

Brushing a stray hair from your eyes, he leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I trust you. Go, but if anything goes wrong, find me. You know where I’ll be,” he murmured against your forehead. Stepping back, you squeezed his hand before navigating through the crowd. You could sense his watchful gaze on your back as you walked away—a small yet tender gesture.

Walking through the bustling crowd, a smile graced your lips as you observed a younger girl being playfully chased by a boy around her age. It brought back memories of you and Billy in your younger days, his playful pursuit as the self-proclaimed notorious outlaw, countered by your claim to that title. Chuckling to yourself, those innocent words seemed ironically true now. You and Billy had become the very outlaws you once playfully pretended to be, but this time, it was no game. Bounties were placed on your heads, and life had become a constant vigil, always watching over your shoulder.

Billy feared losing you, while you feared losing yourself in this harsh existence. You understood that while bounties hung over you, a normal life remained out of reach. The fear of walking an irreversible path haunted you, and it seemed like the only direction you were heading. Working for Tunstall had been your ticket out of this harrowing path, but as time passed, freedom appeared more elusive.

Lost in contemplation, you collided with someone, jolting you out of your reverie. Meeting the person's eyes, your gaze hardened upon recognizing Jesse. “Ah, Sadie Bennet, the girl who thought she could throw a punch and get away with it,” Jesse sneered, a sly smile creeping onto his lips.

Arms crossed, you stood firm. “What do you want, Jesse? Another reminder of our last encounter? Be grateful I didn’t reveal the full extent of what you did, or they wouldn’t just be after Murphy—they’d be after you too,” you spat, grimacing as Jesse tightly gripped your wrist.

“Oh, come on, Sadie. We had quite the time together. Last I recall, you warmed my bed,” Jesse taunted, causing you to scoff, wrenching your wrist free from his grasp. “Don’t deny it. You’re not angry about my advances. We shared quite a few unforgettable moments not long ago. But does your dear Billy know the truth about us?”

“Billy doesn’t know because nothing happened, Jesse. You took advantage of my vulnerability when I was ill. And let me remind you, I’m not yours to claim whenever you wish. I mean it, Jesse. Lay a hand on me again, and it’ll be a bullet in your head,” you warned, fixing him with a steely glare. Jesse let out a derisive laugh, taking a step back, nodding before addressing you.

Bending down, Jesse whispered in your ear, “Fine, Sadie. I'll behave, only because I know what you’re capable of. But I’ve got my eye on you. Step out of line, and I’ll spill everything to Billy and end you. Watch yourself, Ms. Bennet. You’re on thin ice.” He straightened, tipping his hat in your direction before sauntering away. Unable to suppress a snarl, you watched him depart, feeling the anger simmering within.

Your attention snapped to Charlie as he rounded the corner, his raised brows signaling his curiosity as he approached you. “Should I ask what that was all about?” he inquired, his gaze scrutinizing your every move as you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. Scanning your surroundings, you pondered how you would tell him, feeling his penetrating stare only intensify your unease. "Was there something between you and Jesse before Lincoln County?” he prodded, pressing for an answer.

Sighing, you dropped your arms to your sides and nodded. “Yes, but I wouldn’t really call it something happening. A few months prior to your invitation to Lincoln County, Jesse and his crew found me by the river. I’d fallen ill after being alone for some time. They took me back to their camp and nursed me back to health. Jesse misconstrued that as me owing him something and tried to pursue a relationship. Unfortunately, that led to him trying to share my bed one night. Nothing occurred, but he certainly aimed to leave that impression. I woke up the next morning and left. Clearly, he's still bitter about it and insists I owe him something, which I don’t,” you explained, shooting a glare in the direction Jesse had walked off in.

Charlie nodded along with your explanation, offering a gentle pat on your shoulder. “I suppose that's why you didn’t tell Billy about Jesse, as you mentioned. Billy's a good lad, but he sometimes doesn’t think rationally. I get why you've refrained from telling him. But considering whatever's between you two, don’t you think it’s best to inform him so he doesn't find out through the grapevine?” Charlie suggested, prompting you to focus on his words. He had a valid point; it would be wiser to tell the truth about Jesse to Billy before Jesse could manipulate his thoughts.

“You make a good point. Let's head back to the saloon. I didn’t catch much while walking, so we can all just unwind this evening, have a drink, and talk. It’s been too long since we’ve sat down for a relaxed conversation,” you beamed, beginning to move toward the Saloon with Charlie beside you. You knew you had to tell Billy, but the timing needed to be right. You didn’t want him constantly fretting about your safety concerning Jesse, especially with the ongoing tension between Tunstall and Murphy.

---

As both of you arrived, Billy emerged from the building, adjusting his suspenders, his eyes brightening upon seeing you. He nodded toward Charlie before glancing between both of you. “Did you find anything while you were out?” he inquired, reaching up to gently caress your arm. Charlie shook his head, diverting his gaze to you. You sensed his expectation for an explanation, but you couldn't bring yourself to disclose the truth just yet.

“Nothing much, just people expressing discontent with Murphy’s power,” you shrugged, noting the disappointment in Charlie’s eyes as he shot you a disapproving look. It felt wrong to withhold the truth about your encounter with Jesse, but revealing it to Billy without instigating him to pursue Jesse seemed daunting. “Let’s head back. We can update Tunstall on whatever little information we gathered tonight. Even though it was minimal, he’d like to be informed,” you suggested, glancing at the boys.

Billy's attention shifted over your shoulder toward the saloon behind you. “Just a moment,” he uttered, walking past you toward the Saloon. Observing his movements closely, Charlie moved to stand beside you. You noticed a carriage parked nearby. Shortly after Billy positioned himself against the saloon pillar, the door opened, and two women stepped out. One was older, while the other, quite beautiful, caught your eye. Glancing at Charlie for clarification, he shrugged and kept his focus on Billy. “Señorita Del Tobosco,” he spoke up.

Your eyebrows shot up at his nervous tone and fidgeting. “Who is she?” you asked Charlie in a hushed tone as the two conversed in Spanish.

“Her name is Dulcinea del Tobosco. She belongs to one of Mexico’s wealthiest families. Billy spotted her some time ago, around the time of your fallout, and seemed intrigued,” Charlie explained quietly, observing your reaction. You felt a twinge of discomfort at Charlie’s revelation and Billy’s interest. As they continued their conversation, Dulcinea’s confident demeanor exuded elegance in her burnt orange dress, holding an envelope as she raised her chin in Billy’s direction, almost challenging him.

Billy adjusted his posture, resting his arm on his holstered pistol. The interaction made you uneasy, and you were determined to understand Billy's sudden interest. “Who are you?” Dulcinea inquired, her gaze fixed on him, issuing an unspoken challenge.

“I’m Billy,” he replied, a sudden surge of confidence in his tone. “I just wanted to introduce myself.” You couldn’t help but scoff quietly, prompting Charlie to grasp your wrist and pull you away. Billy wasn't one to introduce himself casually, especially to other women, unless he had an ulterior motive.

Halting Charlie's attempt to pull you away, you shifted your stance, determined to catch the remainder of their conversation. “That’s hardly a reason to ambush someone in the street,” she remarked, prompting an eye-roll from you. Billy's approach hardly qualified as an ambush, and her overbearing confidence grated on your nerves. Deciding you'd heard enough, you pivoted on your heel, intending to leave, only to halt at her next question. “Do you have another motive?” she probed, causing your mind to race. Glancing over your shoulder at Billy, you hoped his response wouldn’t push you over the edge.

Billy remained silent for a moment, seemingly contemplating his next words to her. “I’d like to see you again,” he eventually stated. Anger surged within you at his words. Just hours ago, Billy had been pleading with you to comprehend his hesitation, yet here he was, asking to meet another woman as if the intimacy he shared with you earlier meant nothing. Turning to Charlie, you muttered about leaving, then mounted your horse, riding back to Tunstall's residence, refusing to listen to any further conversation.

---

That evening, you lay on your bed, gazing at the ceiling, lost in thought, replaying the recent hours in your mind. Between Jesse's confrontation in the street and Billy's interest in another woman, you wished you could simply vanish. Tunstall and the others had given you space, allowing you to return upstairs without a word, slamming your door shut behind you upon entering your room. Toying with the necklace around your neck, you rested an arm behind your head before dropping the locket onto your chest. Sitting up, you swung your legs over the bed's edge, running your fingers through your hair, when the door behind you creaked open.

"I was wondering where you went off to. Charlie said you left in a hurry," Billy spoke quietly from behind, gently closing the door.

Releasing a sarcastic laugh, you kept your back turned, tilting your head back to compose yourself. "Yeah, well, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand there as you asked for the time of another woman," you mumbled, your gaze fixated on the painting in front of you. Part of you recognized the hypocrisy of being upset with Billy when you were keeping something from him, but this felt different.

Billy remained silent for a moment before walking toward the bed. "It’s not what you think. I just want to gather information from her about her family. They’re powerful, Y/N, that kind of influence could be useful in the future, even you can’t deny that," he reasoned, prompting a scoff from you as you stood and turned to face him.

"That’s not believable, Billy. No man is that nervous to talk to a woman just to know about her family. You may be good at manipulating people, but you’re not that skilled of an actor to fool someone like you're trying to do now. Charlie mentioned your sudden interest in her, and how you tend to look for her whenever you’re in town," you challenged, even though the last part was an exaggeration, hoping to catch him in a lie. His avoidance confirmed your suspicions.

"Okay, you're not far off. She has a certain allure, and I want to uncover it," he admitted, reaching out to you. "I promise there are no romantic feelings involved."

Slapping his hand away, you moved around the bed, standing before him, projecting confidence. "Well, Billy, don’t expect me to stick around while you play games," you asserted, meeting his gaze firmly.

Billy nodded, trying to caress your cheek. "Then come with us. She wants to go riding in a few days. Why don’t you join us? Perhaps you’ll understand what I’m trying to do," he suggested, pressing his forehead against yours. Suppressing the urge to push him away and confront him further, you hesitated, unsure if his words were sincere or just another facade.

You relented, placing your hands on his chest. "Fine, I’ll come along, but remember, Billy, if you’re deceiving me, I won’t hesitate to throw you off a nearby cliff," you grumbled, drawing a soft chuckle from him, noting the rapid pulse under your hand.

Leaning down, Billy pressed his lips against yours, and foolishly, you reciprocated, succumbing to your desires. "I promise, you're the only one for me," he whispered after breaking the kiss. You responded with a small nod, pulling him closer. You felt young and naive, already regretting trusting his reassurances.

Tags: @andwhatofthelight @sabrinasbd @snowlandstop @obsesseddd @quicksilversg1rl @runningfrom2am @weeeoosworld

[simpsalot]

Tempora Mutantur- Part 1 | Billy the Kid | 7k words

Time travel; Real or not real?

Well, considering her and her dad, Conway, had been in the 1800s for three years now, Rowena Radcliffe would like to say it’s a hundred percent real. Neither one of them had any idea how it happened, she had her private theories that would involve her working with quantum mechanics and spacetime models. Something she doubts she could even do without a calculator. Rowena was smart, but not that smart.

Not to mention the implication towards the history of scientific discoveries should someone find her calculations. No, her and her dad were perfectly happy in the past…if you ignore their yearning for modern conveniences or their grief for her mom.

Personally she tended to rail against the lack of respect she got as a doctor simply because she was a woman. Ignoring the fact that she was a genius that had graduated high school–admittedly in the 21st century, but if anything that should count for more–by the age of fourteen. Had been pre-med by the time she was sixteen, and, had they not been shunted to the 1800s, was on track, in the next two years, to start her residency at eighteen years old. One of the youngest ever. It really was lucky her father, a renowned surgeon in modern times, had been thrust back in time with her since he was able to, in general, teach her what would have been taught during that time. He gave her a level of protection that most women in this time need, while also respecting her thoughts and feelings no matter what he felt about a subject himself.

Three years ago, the two of them were just driving home from a camping trip in the Virginian wilderness they were taking before she would start her next year of college when they’d pulled over to sleep and watch the starts. Camping had been something she did with her dad since she’d been young, her mom skipping out on the excuse of ‘hating the outside’ so once a year the two of them would take a father-daughter trip to the wilderness, no matter what either of them had going on. They’d fallen asleep under the stars on a couple of blankets and their supplies packed up and ready to head back right when they woke up.

It was waking up that was the problem. Well, more like when they’d woken up. Instead of a car or anything familiar, the two of them had, somehow, woken up in 1873. No noise, no lights, just one moment they had been sleeping in their time and the next, it was 1873. Luckily they were still in Virginia with all their stuff, sans car of course. After getting over the shock, they made their way into the nearby town, Henrico County, the exact place Rowena had grown up in before she moved to go to college in Richmond. They’d been able to sell some of their trinkets–nothing too modern though–for a decent price so her dad could start up a practice. Thank you Capitalism, and your need for quick cheap items that too anyone not of modern times, comes off well made.

That practice had lasted until some local doctor hired some thug or outlaw to trash the place, including all the medicine and herbs Rowena herself had been creating and growing for the past six months. That was when they decided to move West. Halfway there they had been robbed, luckily only robbed, and that was when Rowena had suggested robbing a bank.

Her father had opposed the idea, not wanting the two to become wanted, until she explained that she meant to rob them at night, when they could just sneak in, grab the money, and go. The thing about this time is most criminals were rather simple in their plans since there wasn’t anything like cameras, fingerprinting, DNA, or anything. They rely on eye witnesses and guards. If they watch a place for a couple of days, they’d get the guard pattern down.

Plus, Rowena knew how to pick locks.

Thus, the father daughter duo of bank robbers was created. Not taking much, they didn’t want to deprive a town of all their wealth. They took what they assumed amounted to half a year’s salary at each bank. They continued the pattern, watching and hitting banks randomly and in no pattern of where until they had a decent amount of wealth.

That’s when they rolled up on a little town called Silver City, New Mexico. It was a less developed town, but was starting to pick up speed. Plus a smaller place meant less chance that someone would question how they got their fortune. Sure they’d never gotten caught nor spotted even, but in this time you could never be too careful, especially in the Wild West.

“Doctor Rowena! It’s Beth. She’s in labor at the new restaurant in town. She’s bleeding, ma’am, come quick.” A voice called from her porch, dragging her from her memories. Quickly grabbing her medical bag, she cursed to herself. Of course, Beth Mayfield would go into labor while her dad was on a house call. This couldn’t wait for him to get back though. They had told the Mayfield couple not to get pregnant again with the last child but Thomas Mayfield was determined to have a boy.

Snatching an apron from the coat rack, Rowena hurried outside, annoyed she’d worn a dress today. If she was right, it was going to get bloody; apron or not. Trousers would have been a much better choice for this. Outside was an acquaintance of hers, Carmen. She was standing on the stairs of her porch, biting her lip in worry. “Take me, quick. Do you know how far apart her contractions are?”

“No, señorita. Me acaban de decir que viniera a buscarte.” Carmen replied, sticking to Spanish in her worry. They just told me to come look for you.

“That’s okay, Carmen.” Rowena comforted her. “Now let’s hurry.”

As Carmen led her through the streets to the less developed part, Rowena hurriedly tied her apron around her. While they sped through, people started moving out of the way when they saw it was her. Her dad and her were well known as the best doctors in town, so if she was running someplace; they moved. Quickly they came up on a building that had wooden walls halfway up then it was left open with only beige tarps acting a ‘window’ coverings surrounding the place. She could see in the back was an open kitchen area, much like the dining place. Above the door was a sign saying ‘Kathleen’s’. There had been decent talk about the place among the lower class people. It apparently had good food for a decent price.

But currently, she could see a crowd of people surrounding what she suspected was Beth in the middle of the area. There was a woman’s voice trying to get people to back up, but people want a spectacle. A woman giving a bloody painful birth in the middle of a restaurant was definitely a spectacle.

“Outta my way! Now!” She yelled, pushing people until she was greeted with Beth, already a sweaty mess with her graying hair sticking to her forehead, sitting on the floor, thighs spread and bloody. She was leaning on a pretty older woman with her hair up in a braided updo. “Out! All of you. If I see one person that’s not an owner or a worker in here I’ll remember the next time you need medicine.”

There was some grumbling but most people stepped out of the door, though, due to how the windows were, could still stand outside and watch. Figuring she could use this for a moment, she called to the crowd. “I need one of you all to head to Louis Henning’s place and inform my father what is going on.”

That done, her eyes flittering across the dining area before landing on a boy around her age, clinically she noted the curly brown hair and blue eyes that were currently filled with surprise and worry, but he wasn’t her patient so instead of comforting him, she just gave him an order. “Close those tarps. This is going to be a bloody and painful birth as it is. Not a show for nosey people.”

Blue Eyes nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Finally she could focus on her patient. She walked over to the two women, smile on her face despite the trepidation she felt towards this birth. “Beth, looks like this little one is coming a bit early and a lot quicker.”

Beth gave a painful chuckle. “Guess so, Doc. Is your father coming to help?”

“Naw, just me today. But considering you’ve been my patient since day one, I didn’t think you’d mind” Rowena replied, nodding at the woman behind Beth and she settled between her legs. In the back of her mind she recognized that Blue Eyes had gotten all the window tarps down and was nervously standing in the corner. “How far apart are your contractions? Do you know?”

“Near constant, maybe a minute or two in between. I thought they were those false ones I’d gotten last time so I didn’t think, oh god it hurts.” She stopped to clinch the hand she was holding, breathing deeply as she did. Finally, she let up and continued. “So I thought I could run my errands today. Thomas had heard about the restaurant and wanted to try it so I was getting something to take home when my water broke and I started, well, this.”

This was the blood that coated her thighs. Rowena kept her face passive and asked if she could check her out. Consent, especially with anything health wise, was important. Getting a nod from Beth she checked under her dress, using her scissors she kept attached to her chatelaine to cut her small clothes away. Checking the dilalation she noted that Beth should be pushing pretty soon. The blood, from what she could see, was from her tearing due to the speed of the labor. All her other labors had apparently been long ones so such a fast labor hadn’t prepared her body enough.

Feeling around the woman’s opening to check the position of the baby, Rowena mouthed a curse to herself. Head popping up from Beth’s skirts, she delivered the bad news. “The baby is breached.”

The woman behind Beth gasped in horror, something Rowena would have seconded if she could without frightening her patient. Breached birth was near enough a death sentence for this day and age. Lucky for Beth, Rowena wasn’t a doctor of this day and age. “I’m going to try and move the baby to the correct position. You’re the owner, yes?”

“Yes, I’m Kathleen. That’s my oldest, Billy. How can we help?” Kathleen offered, gripping a crying Beth’s hand and rubbing her back with the other one.

“You’re going to need to switch places with your son. Someone is going to have to hold Beth steady because what I’m going to do is going to hurt like a bitch. I also need water and clean towels or blankets.” Rowena ordered. Glancing over at Billy, she noted the rather comical horror expression he had. Most men in this time didn’t even stay in the birthing area, and here this poor boy was getting a front seat to one of the worst types of birth.

Kathleen nodded, calling out to her son. “Billy, switch with me, please.”

“Are you sure, Doctor? I don’t exactly know what I can do.” Billy said. Despite his words he did walk over and grab Beth’s hand, smiling at her as he did. “Hello, Ma’am. I’m Billy. I’m apparently going to be supportin’ ya for now.”

Beth grimaced a type of smile back at Billy before her face scrunched up in pain once more. They didn’t have time for niceties. “Kathleen? That water please? We need to hurry. If she tears anymore I fear the amount of blood she’ll lose.”

Kathleen quickly nodded as Billy slid into her place. Beth settled back down in between his legs, using his torso as a back rest. She wasn’t too pale, so Rowena was super worried about her blood levels right now, but the minute she started trying to reposition the baby, she knew that would change.

“Now, I’m going to need you to hold her as steady as you can. If her torso moves too much I can damage her or even the baby, okay?” Rowena stressed. Billy swallowed, before nodding slowly, tightening his grip on her shoulders. “Beth, what I’m going to do is going to hurt more than anything you’ve ever experienced. You cannot fight me too much, okay? I’m going to try and save you and your child.”

Beth gasped but agreed through her tears just as Kathleen came back with the water and towels. Pushing her sleeves up, Rowena wet her arms, and using a bit of soap from another compartment on her chalateine, washed down her arms as best she could. Rinsing the soap off, she asked Kathleen to replace the water if she could.

Kathleen grabbed the pot just as Rowena went back under Beth’s dress. Over the next few moments Rowena focused on moving the baby around, trying not to do it too quickly and injure Beth more than she already was. The breaching of the baby had torn her more than she thought, so she needed to get the baby head first as quickly as possible without doing too much damage.

Beth screamed, legs clenching around Rowena’s body, heels kicking into her back–definitely leaving bruises–but Billy was able to keep her from moving her torso too much. Only a few thrashes escaped his hold but none strong enough she thought she’d hurt Beth. Finally, after what felt like forever even to her, she had angled the baby head down.

Sighing, she popped her head up to both check on Beth. Eyes skating over Beth’s face, she frowned. She’d lost a lot of her color and was sweating more than Rowena felt comfortable with, but at this point there wasn’t anything she could do. If she’d left the baby breached, they would have torn her open and killed her. Flipping the baby was her only option. “Beth, I know you’re tired, but I need you to push now, okay?”

“I can’t. I don’t have the energy.”

“You totally can, Sweetpea. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Now just a couple of pushes and you’ll be done.” Rowena encouraged. Beth tightened her grip on Billy’s arms before yelling as she pushed. And pushed. And pushed. A full head of dark brown hair like their mom’s came first, then the shoulders–the worst part any mother could agree–before the rest of the baby. Glancing down, Rowena let out a sigh of relief. It was a boy, meaning hopefully Thomas Mayfield would leave his wife alone and not make her carry another baby.

Using her fingers she cleared the airway just in time for the little guy to let out a loud cry. Despite being a couple weeks early, there was definitely a set of lungs on the kid.

Within seconds Kathleen appeared next to her with a towel in her arms to wipe the baby down. Thanking her, Rowena took those same scissors and cut the umbilical cord to detach him from the after birth. “One more push Beth. Gotta get that after birth or else it could make you sick.”

Beth was pale and weak, even an everyday person could tell, but she gave a final push like she was asked. Rowena was hopeful she’d survive if she got her stitched up quick enough. Which was exactly what she started to do once the after birth had passed, bloody hands dug out her silk thread and needle. More stitches than she wanted went into sewing her patient up but she got it done quick enough that the bleeding was stopped before she thought Beth had lost too much blood.

“Ma’am? She’s passed out!” Billy called from Beth’s head.

“Fuck,” Rowena cursed, head popping out as she tied off her stitches. Fingers grabbing Beth’s wrist, uncaring of the blood she got on the woman’s arms, she sighed. Despite being weak, her pulse was steady. “My father should be on his way to transport her to the clinic. He’ll be able to help with setting an IV which should handle the blood loss.”

“But she’ll live?” Kathleen asked, eyebrows tight with worry as she shushed the newborn boy.

Rowena nodded. “As long as she survives the night and no infection sets in, she’ll live.” As her words sent a shock of relief through the three of them, a knock on the door jolted everyone. Her dad’s voice echoed through the empty restaurant over the murmuring of the yet to disperse crowd. Asking Kathleen to let him in, she watched as her dad’s large frame came through the door.

Her dad was a handsome man despite the more prominent aging living in the 1800s had inflicted. Standing at a whopping 6’6 he towered over most people, especially in this time. His hair had gone grey around the temples but the rest was still the jet black of his youth. There were noticeable laugh lines and crows feet but any more aging was hidden behind the short beard he kept on his face. All in all, Conway Radcliffe was a man, even in his 50s, a lot women found appealing.

Most people, when they saw them together, didn’t really expect them to be father and daughter until you looked into their eyes. They had the same warm brown eyes. Everywhere else she took after her mom; blonde straight hair, pale skin that freckled in the sun way too much in her opinion, and curves that in this day and age got her some looks that she didn’t particularly like.

“Hello, sorry that my daughter and our patient have taken over your restaurant, ma’am. Hopefully we can be out of your hair in a few moments.” Conway greeted Kathleen, head bowing in greeting. He wasn’t wearing his normal black wide brimmed hat. She assumed he’d left it at home in his hurry to get over here. His eyes swept over her and Beth, completely ignoring Billy, eyebrow quirking in silent question.

She nodded to let him know she thought Beth would live. She hoped Beth would live, or else the absolute ass chewing she was going to give Thomas Mayfield was going to be a lot worse and possibly include the threat of death.

Kathleen giggled a bit overwhelmed. “Oh it’s no problem. It's not like anyone planned this. It was just an unfortunate situation.”

“All the same, I feel an apology is necessary.” Conway said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out some money and handing it over to the shocked Kathleen. “I believe that should cover the cost you’ve lost with having to close for the day.”

Kathleen and Billy gave the man shocked looks as Kathleen waved her only free hand trying to reject the money, something Rowena knew her dad wouldn’t allow. They had shut down the relatively new restaurant. Doesn’t matter to him or her that it wasn’t intentional. “You don’t need to do that. Truly.”

“You might as well just take it. He’s not going to take no for an answer.” Rowena said, a tired smirk on her face. Kathleen sheepishly grabbed the cash, sliding it into her dress pocket with a quiet thank you. “Now, Father, as much as I love you, could you maybe do your job and get Beth to the clinic?”

“But you handled it so well, Daughter of Mine, you don’t want to finish it out?”

“I will kill you.” She glared, tone mostly joking. She had maybe a half a year of solo experience under her belt and that included mostly injuries and illnesses. Births? Not so much.

Her dad just laughed and opened the door behind him to let the helpers they hired for the clinic to come in and load Beth onto the stretcher. With another apology to Kathleen, Conway followed the stretcher out towards the clinic to do his own diagnosis on the woman. Rowena during that time, had grabbed a rag to start cleaning the blood off her arms. Her dress and apron were a loss cause. The blood from Beth’s birth had pooled under her knees and soaked right through the apron onto the blue dress leaving the front completely stained.

After a few moments a callused hand grabbed the rag from her. Head jerking up, she raised an eyebrow at the boy that had helped her. “Let me help ya, Ma’am. You shouldn’t have ta clean yourself up on your own after doin’ all that. ”

Narrowing her eyes, Rowena studied the man. Now that she wasn’t worried about a woman’s life, she could admit he was rather handsome, especially when he smiled like he was doing right now. Sigh, she let go of the rag. “Thank you. You don’t need to do that, though. This isn’t the first time I’ve been covered in blood and, as a doctor, it won’t be my last.”

“Don’t mean you don’t need help once in a while, though. So let me help ya.” Billy said, kneeling down as he softly wiped the blood from her arms. Occasionally he’d dip the rag into the only clean pot of water to rinse the blood out.

Smiling, she ignored the warm feeling of her cheeks. Adrenaline crashes like this made her emotions wonky all the time. “Alright, you can help me. I won’t fight you.”

“Good, cause I reckon I’d win.”

Before she could reply, Kathleen came back in, cooing at the bundle in her arms. She’d wrapped the baby boy in a plain tan sheet, but even from her place in a chair she could see the strong arm movements. Good, that meant that even at three weeks early, at their best guess, the baby was healthy and would, hopefully, live through infancy. Kathleen looked up at the two of them and smiled. “I miss having little ones this age. They’re so cute and sweet.”

“Ma?” Billy said. “You’re not wanting a baby now, are ya?”

“Oh, no, Billy. I’m just saying babies are cute.” Kathleen shook her head. In front of her Rowena noticed Billy heave a tiny sigh. “I suppose you’ll be taking this one to his parents then?”

“Yes, though I’m not looking forward to seeing his father, but with the condition Beth was in, it’s inevitable.” Rowena complained before a thought hit her like a train. “Oh damn, I never introduced myself, did I? I barged into your restaurant, took over, and didn’t even think to tell you guys my name! I must seem so rude.”

Billy shook his head quickly. “No, honestly, it’s understandable considerin’ the circumstances.”

“Well, then.” Rowena started to stand up, Billy sliding back and onto his own feet as he did. “It’s nice to meet you folks, I’m Doctor Rowena Radcliffe.”

Billy dipped his head, smile widening to show his dimples again. “Pleasure to meet you, Ma’am. I’m Billy Antrim and this is my mother Kathleen Antrim.”

“It's very impressive. You being a doctor at such a young age.” Kathleen commented as she handed over Baby Mayfield. “I didn’t know that someone could become a doctor at your age.”

Doing a quick scan with her eyes over the baby, Rowena was happy to not see anything overtly wrong with him. Sure he’s a bit small, but nothing notable. Done with that, she shrugged at the two people. “It wasn’t easy, especially since I’m a woman. We had to appeal to the governor and everything to get me even admitted to do the test. All my schooling had to be done as a self study under my dad since no school would admit me.”

“It’s good that despite all tha’ you were able ta still become a doctor.”

Rowena shot him a grin. “Thanks, I near thought I’d have to give it up after a while.”

“For Beth’s sake, it’s good you didn’t.” Kathleen said.

There was a beat of silence as the conversation naturally closed before Rowena decided it was time for her to get Baby Mayfield to his parents. “I better go. I’m sure Thomas Mayfield is already having a conniption about where this little one is.”

Billy started forward, arm coming out to rest on the small of her back. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Thank you.” A frown formed as the two of them passed the large puddle of blood. She shouldn’t just leave it to them to clean up. “I can get some of our clinic helpers to come clean that up for you guys. I don’t want to just leave it to you two to clean up.”

Kathleen shook her head behind them. “No, no need. We can clean it.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I did make the mess…sort of.” She hesitated to just leave them such a mess.

“Not the first time Ma and me have had ta clean some blood up. Don’t think nothing on it.”

“Okay, okay. I know a losing argument when I see one.” The duo was pretty independent from what she could see. Insisting on helping people like that is a choose your battle type of decision. This was not a battle she would win. Not after they saw her deliver a baby most in this time wouldn’t have been able to handle. “But if you change your minds…”

The two of them left Kathleen in the restaurant. Rowena blinked a couple times as the bright sun hit her face. With the windows closed the restaurant wasn’t that bright, so the sudden light stung a bit. The baby in her arms gave a annoyed coo, but luckily didn’t wake from the nap he’d fallen into. Turning to Billy, she was struck by how pretty his eyes were in the sun. Sure, she’d noted that he was very much a pretty boy in the building but in the sun it was even more evident.

The man was really fucking pretty. Clearing her throat, she tried to ignore her revelation. “Thank you for the help in there. Really. A lot of men wouldn’t have helped seeing it as a ‘woman’s job’.”

Billy couldn’t hold in the snort at that. “If all women’s jobs are like that, its a wonder how y’all don’t run this country by now.”

“Bold of you to assume we don’t.” She winked at him before saying her goodbyes.

She had just stepped off the steps into the place when he called for her again. “Doctor Rowena?” She turned around, questioning look on her face. In front of her he took a deep breath as if to gather some courage for some reason. “I’d like to see you again, if that’s alright with you?”

Her eyebrows raised in surprise but Rowena couldn’t keep the smile from her lips. Billy had shown he had a respect for women she suspected was rare in this time; that alone was attractive to the modern woman. “A friend of mine sings at the saloon every Thursday night. I generally go to support her. I wouldn’t be opposed to some company if you happen to show up.”

“Thursday night? Good, good, great actually.” Billy’s dimpled smile from before showed back up just in time for the baby to let out a cry. He must be hungry. Beth wouldn’t be awake currently but hopefully her father had called for a nursemaid. “I’ll let you go, the little one must be ready for his first meal.”

“Most definitely.” She agreed, turning to start her walk back to the clinic. Behind her, blue eyes watched, amazed, until she turned the corner.

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Buttoning the last button on the top portion of her outfit, Rowena smiled. The ensamble was a bit different than what most wore around here, but nothing completely out of the ballpark of acceptable. Instead of matching top and bottom portions to create a dress, she had commitioned a warm brown button up vest with a pretty pink skirt portion. Under the vest she wore her linen long sleeve button up with woven lace inlays around the upper arms allowing her skin to peak through just a little.

It was a lot more girly than her normal wear which was generally a pair of black wool trousers–something that had gotten her more than a few dirty looks and suggestive comments–and a red button up vest. Both colors good at hiding the blood and other grosser fluids she dealt with as a doctor. Her dad was much the same, walking around in a nearly all black outfit except for his undershirt tended to be either white or a brighter color.

Of course, she did own dresses. She had to in this day an age. Some events it was just seen as rude to dress in trousers. While acting as a doctor people don’t particularly mind since they know the job is a lot, but to social events or nights out? It was expected for her to wear dresses and skirts no matter her occupation.

Then, like tonight, there were days she wanted to wear the dresses.

An impressed whistle came from behind her, her dad’s cheeky grin on his face. “Don’t you look pretty, Pumpkin.”

“Thanks, Dad.” She said, spinning around to grab her chatelaine and attach it to her belt. On her ankle was a small holster she had holding a small gun and strapped to her thigh was a duo of throwing knives. The shooting was something she had been taught from a young age, admittedly not with the revolvers used now a days, but it wasn’t too hard to adjust. Normally she wore a belt with a side holster but in a dress or skirt that just didn’t work. “How was Beth? She settling in at home?”

“As well as she can with four little ones and a new baby.” Conway rolled his eyes remembering how Thomas Mayfield had acted the whole time he was there. “Thomas is still a piece of work but I think I stressed that his wife shouldn’t be made to do all the work while she recovers.”

Rowena scoffed. “Please, we both know he’ll probably be out at the saloon tonight.”

“Well, if you see him, kick his ass home. Beth could die if she pushes herself too far.”

Saluting, she tied her purse around her wrist and passed her dad. “Will do. I’m not sure what time I’ll be home, meeting some friends tonight.”

Conway raised an eyebrow at his daughter, amusement streaking through him. “These friends don’t happen to include that restaurant owners son I saw?”

“If it does?”

“Then I’m just going to remind you that this isn’t the 21st century, try not to treat it as such,” He paused seeing the apprehension enter his daughter’s eyes. “But have fun. If anything comes of it, I’ll back you up.”

There was a knock on the door, signalling her friend had made it right in time. Kissing her dad goodbye on the cheek, she waved at him as she hurried down the stairs of their house. At the bottom of them was their clinic. Currently they didn’t have any long term patients, Beth being the last one that stayed with them for a total of two nights.

They had three seperate rooms. One with a few chairs that they handled what they called ‘in and out’ patients; people that they could treat quickly. The other two rooms were bigger, both having four beds in them. One for overnight patients but nothing too serious, then in the last room with doors that could close and lock, was their version of ICU. Patients they doubted would live but weren’t lost causes yet would stay in that room. It was generally kept pretty dark with the curtains drawn and lamps only on when people were in there.

Their house that they lived in was kept all upstairs, kept seperate by a large locked door. One her and her dad had a key. When illnesses get really bad and they need to bring on a nurse or two they generally also get a key but only during their stay. That had only happened once in the year and a half they lived here. And their clinic had only been up and running for a year.

Hurrying to the door, she pulled it open with a grin, blonde fly aways floating around her face as they escaped her braids. She’d done twin braids and crossed them atop her head in a mock headband. “Hola, Stella!”

“Hola, Rowena, how’re you?” Stella, her first friend she’d made in Silver City, asked. Stella was an adorably short latina girl. She was the middle child of five so she tended to dress in handowns from her older sisters and mother, not that you could tell. Her seamswork was amazing and half of Rowena’s own closet was commisioned from Stella herself.

“Good, especially after the start of the week.” Rowena locked arms with her friend as they made their way down the road. Occasionally someone would wave or say hello to her. Mostly people her or her dad had helped, but some were just people she knew from being a regular at places.

Stella let out a giggle, bumping her a bit as they walked. “Your big save of Mrs. Maryfield is about all people can talk about this week. A woman doctor keeping both the woman and the baby alive with a breach birth? You’re going to become a legend at this point.”

“I was doing my job. It’s nothing special.” It wasn’t, not to her. The techniques and medical information she knew was only because other people in history discovered it. If anything, she was cheating just a bit being from centuries in the future. “But, what about you? How’re you? Excited for your set?”

“I’m ready for it, if that’s what you mean. Hopefully Jenkins won’t be there. He’s always such a downer with his comments.”

“I think you mean he’s a pendejo.”

“Rowena!” Stella scolded but couldn’t help but laugh at her words. “If my mother heard you she wouldn’t care you weren’t her’s, she’d wash your mouth out with soap.”

Rowena giggled as they reached the saloon. Opening the door for the two of them, she replied as Stella walked through the door. “It’s a good thing she’s not then, huh?”

The two girls laughed a bit before they seperated. Rowena claimed an open table a bit close to where Stella tended to set up while Stella went to let Clark, the bartender, know she was there and to order them a drink. Settling down in the seat, Rowena’s eyes scanned the room, somewhat to note who was where but also in an effort to see if Billy had indeed come.

Not seeing him, she ignored the pang of sadness. It was still early and they didn’t exactly say a time. He could still come later. Stella came from the side of her, a glass of whiskey and one with just drinking water in it. “What’s the sad face for? You expecting someone?”

“It’s nothing, Stel.” Rowena waved the question off. “What time are you going to start? We got here a bit later than we normally do.”

Stella downed the shot of whiskey after setting her water in front of her and winked as she walked towards the stool that had been claimed by her some weeks ago. In the corner sat the guitar they kept for anyone that wants to play. Settling down, Stella started to strum, bringing eyes to the noise. As people noticed who was playing chairs scraped as they turned to watch.

Music flows through the saloon, Stella’s warm drawl seemingly crawling under everyone’s skin. She was good, really good. Rowena had tried to get her to travel, maybe see if she could make it as a singer in bigger places but every time she denied it. Saying she had to stay near her family and help them.

Occasionally Stella and her would make eye contact while she sang. It was a comfort to her friend for Rowena to be there. Her nervousness still there even after weeks of performing. It was why she still came every week. That and it was a nice change from the grossness that was being a doctor, especially in this day and age.

It was about halfway through the third song that Rowena heard the saloon door open again, but figured it was just another one of the men coming in from their work at some ranch. It wasn’t until a warm presence was next to her that she looked away from her friend and into a pair of happy blue eyes. “Billy, you came.”

“Of course, I did.” Billy smiled, taking his hat off as he bowed his head to her. “I’ve been looking forward ta this all week.”

Rowena grinned, a warmth filling up her stomach at his words. Something about the man was different. She was drawn to him, more than she’d ever been drawn to anyone. She gestured for him to take the seat next to her. “Sit, I’m sure Stella won’t mind you taking her seat.”

“Thank you,” Billy said, sitting his drink he’d was carrying on the table next to his hat. “You look beautiful, I was near struck silent when I saw you sitting there as I walked in. It’s nice ta see you not covered in blood.”

Smirk taking over her face, she figured she could have some fun with him. “You know, Billy, some women would be a bit offended, you talking about me being covered in blood.” His eyes widened a bit but before he could try and back track, she chuckled, saving him from his panic. “Luckily, I’m not one of them. Especially since half my life I am covered in blood and other strange liquids.”

“You had me worried there for a moment, thought I’d put my foot in it before I even had a chance.” Billy said, ignoring the relief that he felt.

“If you really offended me, you’d know. Trust me.”

“Well, let’s home I never find out.” Billy flirted back. As he went to say something, Stella got a bit louder, hitting the cressendo of her song, bringing the eyes of the saloon back to her. “Your friend is good. Better than the guy tha’ tries to sing Friday nights at least.”

She giggled, ignoring the embarrassment that hit her when she did. With the way Billy’s smile widened, she didn’t think he minded the girly sound. “Lewis, right? Yeah, I can see how he’d leave a bit wanting with his singing.”

“Ya know him?”

“Sort of. More like I’ve treated him a few times after a drunken spat gone wrong.” She shrugged. She knew most of the town that way; either they’ve treated them or they treated someone they know. “How’s the restaurant? You guys didn’t have any problems after I left, right?”

Billy shook his head. “Oh no. The opposite, really. People wanted to come in and see the place, stayed an’ ordered a bit ‘f food when they did.”

Snorting, she sipped her water. “People love a spectecle, that’s for sure.” Stella finished up her set and was going to take a break when their eyes met, question in them as she passed. Tapping her ring she kept on her third finger against her glass three times, Rowena saw her friend grin, message recieved.

“What was that?” Billy asked, looking between the two girls.

Her eyes flew to him, teeth biting her lip as she throught over explaining. Figuring he wouldn’t be the type to be offended if she had been reading him correctly, she bit the bullet. “A little message between girls. Coming here sometimes sends the wrong message to men, so we’ve developed some gestures to mean either ‘come save me’ or ‘no, I’m happy with this.’ A women saving women thing.”

“And which one did you tell her?” Billy inquired, smirk on his face. He had an idea, considering her friend had settled herself down at the bar instead of coming back over.

“Oh, Handsome, I’m quite happy with this.” Rowena leaned a bit forward.

He matched her movement, leaning closer to her until the world became only the two of them. “Good, because I’m quite happy bein’ here.”

The rest of the night the two of them just sat there and talked, flirted really, until it was later than Rowena had ever stayed out since coming to Silver City. Stella had left with her brother, a semi regular at the saloon, a bit earlier after checking with Rowena that she didn’t need walked home. Finally, after literal hours, the place was closing, pulling the two of them from their little bubble they’d created.

The pair stood outside the doors, main street dark as most lights were shut off for the night. “I suppose we should probably be getting home. Father’s probably worried about me.”

Billy offered his arm to her. “Why don’t I walk ya? I’m tha one that kept you out this late after all.”

“Are you sure? It’s literally the opposite direction to your place.” She fretted. He had mentioned earlier, like her and her dad, he lived in the house that was ajacent to the restaurant.

“Ma would have my hide if I left you to walk alone, let alone what I’d think of myself.” He assured her.

Sighing her acceptance, she took his arm as they began to walk the dark streets back to her clinic. A comfortable silence decended on the two as the strings of fate changed course all because one misplaced girl connected with a sweet boy that made her heart flutter.