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Guilty || Billy the Kid x oc!reader

Summary: For the longest time you've felt like you have always been second to your older sister, Dulcinea. That however, soon changes when an outlaw, William H. Bonney—known to many as Billy the Kid—comes to town.

Warnings: smut!

Wc: 2,930

A/n: please send through more requests for Billy please! also the smut scene is lowkey inspired by the bathroom scene in euphoria season 2 with nate and cassie....

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"I'm Billy. I just wanted to introduce myself," You hear a man spoke as you near the door. Your sister lets out a small scoff, "Well that is not a very good reason to ambush someone in the street," Dulcinea quipped.

"You have another motive," You hear your sister say as you press yourself against the door to listen more closely to the conversation. "I'd like to see you again," At his words, your eyes widen. Who was this mysterious man? "Why?" And there was a gap of silence.

You stepped out from your previous spot as all eyes were now on you. "Are we ready to go?" You ask your sister as she gives one final look to the man named Billy. You take your chance to look the man up and down.

He was a very good-looking cowboy. Your eyes roam around his body before you snap out of it as your name was called out, "Sofía, let's go” Billy watches you, his lips parting as he drinks in your appearance, he put two and two together and figured you were Dulcinea's sister.

You looked very similar to Dulcinea, more prettier perhaps in his opinion. Billy tips his hat slightly to you as you give him a small smile before walking towards the carriage. Dulcinea stares at you as you sit beside her, she slams the door shut and the carriage begins to move.

You couldn't help but look back to where Billy still stood. "Don't even think about it," Your sister firmly says as you roll your eyes. She was directly telling you to back off with Billy. Something that she has always done with every guy you and her have come across.

While Dulcinea was looking away, you sneaked a look and found Billy looking straight at you. Your cheeks begin to warm up as you send him a little wave to which he smiles before mounting his horse.

The next day, you decided to accompany your maid into town to buy a few things. You were secretly hoping to see that man again, Billy was his name. He looked unfamiliar to you, so you wanted to find out more about him.

"Isabel, have you heard of a Billy here?" You ask her as you inspect an apple in your hand. There was no response from the older woman. Isabel continued to look through the assortments of fruits laid out in front. "Isabel." You put the apple down as she sighs.

"Yes. I know of a Billy. And you should stay away from him, he is bad news, mi hija." She shakes her head whilst muttering incoherent words under her breath. Your eyes suddenly begin to look around, hopeful that you would get a glimpse of him. And you did.

He was across the street, tying his horse to the post. "I'll be back," You didn't bother waiting for a response before you pick up the fabrics of your dress and walk across the street.

You stop when you see your family carriage pull up in front of him, your view of him blocked. You furrow your eyes in confusion as to who else came into town. Mother and father were away and only you and Isabel left the house this morning, which meant that it was your sister.

What was she doing here? Dulcinea said she had no interest coming into town today saying she was too busy. Just as quickly as the carriage came, it quickly left. Billy's eyes were glued onto the carriage before his eyes begin to wander around, eventually landing on you.

You probably looked strange just standing in the middle of the streets, staring at him. Billy freezes slightly, his eyes looking you up and down. A smile makes it onto his face before he tips his hat at you once again.

"Sofía!" You move your attention away from Billy and see a friend of yours, Lucía, walking your direction, a huge grin plastered on her face. "What are you doing here?" She gives you a funny look as you clear your throat, your eyes flickering to where Billy was, only to find his figure disappearing into the building.

"I'm shopping, with Isabel." You give her a smile. "And where is she?" Lucía looks around as she links arms with you. "Right this way," You say as you walk with her. "Do you know of a man named Billy?" You suddenly ask her.

She would know. She knows basically everything about everyone in town. "Billy?" She says to herself, "I've heard of that name, can you tell me what he looks like?" Lucía looks at you.

"Well he's tall. Very tall. He looks like he's my sister's age. Brown hair, blue eyes and- oh- very good looking," You jokingly fan yourself as Lucía laughs, you joining along.

You stop in your tracks when you see Billy mounting his horse. You quickly nudge Lucía, "Look! There he is, that's the man I was telling you about," You cock your head over to where Billy was. Lucía's mouth hangs open, her eyes moving from him to you. "What?" You raise an eyebrow at her weird behaviour.

"You're talking about Billy? That Billy?!" Her voice begins to become louder as you slap your hand over her mouth. "Shh! He can probably hear you," You whisper yell at her as the two of you watch Billy ride off.

"So you know him?" You ask your friend as she gives you the 'really' look. "Of course I know him! Everyone in this county knows about him, except for you apparently," Lucía shakes her head. "What? Why? Who is he?"

Confusion was etched into your face as Lucía facepalms herself. "Sofía, haven't you heard of Billy the Kid? The famous outlaw that has been travelling from town to town? Surely you have heard of him, mi amiga."

Now that you thought about it, his name was familiar to you. You recall your parents talking him at home, but it never clicked in your head that that was the Billy they were talking about. "Yeah, I have," You kick a rock infront of you, your eyes watching where it lands. "Why do you wanna know about him anyways?" She asks you as you shrug.

"Dulcinea was talking to him last night, just got curious, that's all." Lucía didn’t buy it one bit but chose to leave it alone. “You’re not wrong you know,” She breaks the silence as you turn your head to her, a puzzled look on your face.

“About Billy being attractive,” She cracks a shy smile before you nudge her and the two of you start laughing out loud. “Sofía! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on, hurry up.” The old woman scolds you, pushing you towards your carriage as Lucía chuckles, waving you goodbye.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. How could you not? The fact that he was a notorious outlaw further fueled the fire that was ablaze in the lower pit of your stomach. A sudden knock at the front door of your house made you pause your train of thoughts.

You were slightly confused at the idea of a visitor today. Mother and father were gone and you weren't expecting anyone over. You stand still in your spot before you hear footsteps leaving Dulcinea's room. Quickly walking out of your room, you grab ahold of your older sister's arm.

"Who's here?" You ask her and a smile you knew all to well crept onto her face. "Billy. Remember that guy you saw a two nights ago? I invited him over," She says nonchalantly. Your eyebrows crease in bewilderment.

"You know who exactly he is right, Dulcie?" Her nickname slips out of your mouth as she faces you front on, arms crossed. "Yes, I do, Sof," She points her chin up the tiniest bit, something she did whenever she was questioned.

"Then what the hell is he doing on our doorstep? Father would kill you if he ever found out that an outlaw stepped foot into our house-" "Which is why you will keep quiet." Dulcinea interrupts you, her tone sharp. You could see it in her eyes, rage brewing.

You loudly scoff, examining her features. "You know father would never allow it, plus, you already have someone you’re forced to marry soon," You narrow your eyes at her as she rolls hers. "Oh please, father will come around. Billy is not what people perceive him to be. I think father will like him," Is all she says as she turns around, making her way to the front door.

You exhale from your mouth before you make your way back to your room. You were dying to see Billy, but knowing Dulcinea, she would not let you be in the same room with him because you knew she liked him. And whoever Dulcinea liked, was off-limits to you, her innocent, little sister.

For the next couple of hours, you entertained yourself in your room. It was late at night when you figured that Billy had already left. You walked out of your bedroom, turning the corner before you collide with somebody.

You lose balance and readied yourself for the harsh impact but you were pulled back up by your forearms. "Fuck- I'm so sorry, sweetheart-" "It's fine. It's fine." You screw your eyes shut knowing whose voice it belonged to as you blew a loose strand of hair out of your face.

"What are you doing?" You ask him, your eyes looking around for any sign of your sister. "I- uh was 'bout to leave," Your lips form an 'o' before you slowly nod your head, silence following.

Your eyes were on everything but him. And his eyes were on you, studying your features that were similar to Dulcinea in some ways. "You're real pretty aren't cha, doll?" Your eyes snap to his after the pet name he just gave you, your mind slightly going blank before you process his comment.

"Am I?" Your voice dripped with playfulness as you tilt your head at him. You knew damn well Dulcinea could walk this way at any moment and see the two of you; she would let hell loose. "Mhm, prettier than your sister, I'd say. But don't go telling her I told you that." He winks as you furiously blush.

Your eyes falter down to your dress as you adjust the skirts of it slightly. "Y'know, I actually wanted to talk to you when I saw you in town earlier today," Billy's words make you look up at him.

"Really? Why didn't you?" You tilt your head at him as he kisses his teeth before opening his mouth, "Your sister, had me occupied for a bit and when I saw you, you were talkin' to someone else." He shrugs as you slowly nod.

"Well, I'm right here. What did you wanna talk about, Billy?" Your voice all of sudden was quiet. Billy smiled in satisfaction at his effect. "You uh- married?" He steps closer to you as he slightly cranes his neck to study your features.

You gulp. "N-no," You shake your head. He slowly nods his head, tucking his hands in his pockets. "You seein' anyone?" He asks, though his tone had a tinge of possessiveness in it. "No." Billy stares at you, his mind all over the place.

You were only 2 years younger than him but surely such a pretty, respectable, young lady like yourself would be married off to someone already, or seeing someone at least. "Good," He mutters as you couldn't help but smile. "Why's that, Mr. Bonney?" He looks around before he does something that catches you off guard. He grabbed your jaw and kisses your lips. Hard. You take a second to process what was happening.

He was kissing your so feverishly as if you were going to disappear. You stumble back at his rough force before he leads you down the hallway, his lips never leaving yours for a second. "The door on the left," You manage to say in between the kisses as he pulls you into your room.

Hands frantic, Billy skillfully undid the laces of your dress yanking it down to expose your chest as he wets his lips at the sight. He barely got your dress off before his hand grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his waist.

He pushed you back against the door as you gasp, his mouth latching on to your nipples, your head thrown back at the sensation. Your hands toyed with Billy's hair as you tried containing your moans knowing your sister was still in the house.

"Don't keep quiet darlin'" He says against your skin before you feel him ripping your underwear. Your jaw dropped but you soon let out a loud moan as he slid into you. He groans against your neck, allowing you to adjust at the size, and when you do, he pumps into you at an almost inhumane speed.

You let out quiet moans as Billy grunts. Your hair was all messed up from being pushed up against the wooden door. "Oh my- Billy-" You breathed out, pushing him further into you with the heels of your foot around his waist.

""Fuckkk, feel so good baby" He grunts in you ear as you couldn't help but smile. A sudden knock on the door made you gasp in terror. Billy slapped his hand over your mouth at lightning speed to shut you up. "Sofía?" Dulcinea calls out from behind the door, another knock.

You stare wide eyed at Billy who quietly curses. "Sofía, are you in there?" Your sisters calls out for the second time as you panic. "Y-yeah?" Your voice was shaky. If Dulcinea found out that you fucked Billy, it would be over for you.

Although you were more free to do things than your older sister, you don't think your parents would be too happy to know their youngest daughter had sex with an outlaw, in their house. And you don't think Dulcinea would ever forgive you. She must be serious with Billy since she invited him over, something she never did with any of the previous guys.

"Why is the door lock?" The door handle rattles as you shut your eyes, feeling the tears coming. "Uh just a s-second! I'm changing!" You call out to her. Billy gently lets you down, zipping his pants as you attempt to tidy your appearance but fail miserably when the laces on your dress become tangled.

"Billy! Help me!" You whisper yell as tears were brimming your eyes. Billy's features soften when he sees you, quickly untangling the lace. In a matter of seconds, it was undone. He cupped your face in his big hands, your cheeks wet from tears.

"Shh, don't cry, sweetheart," He hushed, wiping your tears as you cover your mouth to quieten the sob that escapes. "She's my sister, she'll kill me!" Your voice was shaky as he pulls you into his chest, his hand in your hair.

"Sofía!" Dulcinea yells out, banging on the door as you flinch. You pull back from Billy as your eyes look around your room for a place to hide Billy. Settling on the panel room divider you push him behind it, "Wait here until she leaves, then you can sneak out of the window." You quickly say as he nods.

Before you turn back around, he grabs your hand. "Hey- it's okay," He assures you, his hand caressing your cheek as you slowly nod. "Finally!" Dulcinea exclaims as you didn't dare to make eye contact with her. She takes in your appearance.

"You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon," She raises an eyebrow as she touches your forehead but you pull back, a confused expression on her face.

"I'm fine, I just don't feel well." You gulp, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ears, clearing your throat. "Right... Go tell Isabel and she'll give you something." Dulcinea says, you could tell she wasn't fully buying it.

"What did you want me for?" You finally meet her sharp eyes, "Oh. Have you seen Billy around? His horse is still outside and he was supposed to leave about an hour ago," She folds her arms, leaning against your door as her eyes wander around your room.

You clear your throat, slightly moving in front of her to block her view. "No, I haven't seen him. He probably went to take a look at the other horses in the stable," You lie through your teeth as your sister stares at you suspiciously.

"Okay," She says as you discreetly let out a sigh of relief. She gives you one final look before pushing herself off of the frame and walks down the hallway. You shut your door, locking it just as Billy comes up to you making you jump.

"I think you should go," You say to him. His hands rest on your shoulders, "I wanna see you again," He says softly, lifting your chin up to look him in the eyes. "Me too," You smile before he leans down to place a final kiss on your lips.

"What about tomorrow? Come see me in town," He suggests as you open your window. "I'd like that," You both smile at each other as he readies himself to leave. Just as he leaves through your window, he tips his hat at you. "Bye, Sofía," "Bye Billy," You chuckle lightly before he leaves and you shut your window.

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buckypascal · 4 months

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Tom Blyth as William H. Bonney - Billy The Kid 1.04 (Part 4)

#a purely self indulgent set 😏#i didnt know what set to stick that first gif in but i figured the rest of these fit with it #tom blyth #billy the kid #william h. bonney #tomblythedit #billythekidedit #btkedit #snowcone

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gtgbabie0 · 4 months

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-William Bonney x reader

{Billy comes home to you, always}

Hope you enjoy my lovelies!! 💕

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If you could curse Billy into the ground you would, right in this moment at least. He’s not the type to break promises he makes to you, always keeping true to his words so perhaps that’s why this feels even worse than it would normally.

Billy promised he’d be back before dinner, his hands clasped around your own as he pressed kisses against your knuckles, trying to soothe the worry in your eyes, “I’ll be back for’dinner, promise baby” he said, before riding out of the safety of the Ranch.

That was just after breakfast, the sun had now settled, and the moon had taken its place, engulfing the horizon with a thick darkness. You couldn’t shake the growing pit of dread that settled in your stomach, your mind ran wild with worry, carried away with questions about his safety, whether or not he was even alive.

You squeeze your eyes shut trying to stop the spiral of panic. You couldn’t handle not knowing, you couldn’t handle the silence and the pitter-patter of the rain against the windows certainly wasn’t helping.

The dinner was stone cold by now, not that you could even stomach it, besides that was the least of your worries. You take a seat on the wooden chair, it creaks underneath you as you lean forward resting your elbows on your knees, waiting on baited breath for his return.

Your leg stops bouncing with nerve as the door opens and your trail of thought comes to a complete halt when you lock eyes with his. “M’so sorry” he sighs catching his breath as he closes the creaky door behind him. He’s drenched to the bone. Locks of wet brown hair curl against his cheek as water droplets run down his face.

You stand up, throwing the kitchen towel you had clasped in your hands at his chest, and it falls to the ground silently. “You fool- where the hell have you been?” The tears in your eyes begin to fall, worry starts to ebb away and in its place is a harsh mixture of relief and anger churning inside you.

Billy can’t stand it, the pain that contorts your face and it doesn’t take long for the guilt to catch up to him. “Sweetheart I was-” You don’t let him finish his sentence as you fling your arms around him, tugging him close to you. Overcome with conflicting emotions, you were so glad he wasn’t on death's door that it was hard to care about anything else.

His clothes are soaked by the rain, seeping onto your own as he holds you against him tightly. “I’m sorry” he whispers into your hair. There’s sincerity in his tone and shows in the way his hands begin to soothe against your back gently.

He repeats the words once more before pressing a kiss to your forehead and then another to your cheek. You pull back slightly, eyes studying him for any injuries as his rough hand's cup either side of your face, his thumb gently wipes away your tears.

“M’fine- I’m alright angel” he says and it’s only when your fingers curl around his wrists, bringing his hands away from your face do you notice the cuts and scrapes along his knuckles causing you to gasp, tugging him further into the kitchen as you scramble to get the first aid kit.

Billy knows better than to stop you, so instead he shuts up and lets you clean the dried blood and tend to the small cuts. There’s a silence that wedges between the pair of you, thick with tension as you hold his hands in your trembling ones.

“I thought you died… you silly man” you mumble, wincing when your voice trembles slightly. Billy leans forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyes as your arms circle around his shoulders.

“I’ll always come back to you… always” he promises with a soft whisper, peppering gentle kisses against your shoulder. He pulls back and you can’t help but completely melt at his loving eyes. “Nothin' can keep me away” he flashes you a sheepish smile, and the pair of you let out a breathy laugh.

“M’being serious… I’ll always find my way back to you” he trails his fingertips along your jaw, words whispered for only you to hear and the sudden seriousness in his tone reminds you just how much you mean to him. He’s already lost too much, he refuses to lose you too.

Billy’s hand settles against your cheek, his fingers curling around the base of your neck as he softly pushes you closer to him. “I love you” he whispers against your lips, noses bumping against each other as he kisses you with such a loving desperation.

“I love you too Billy… so much” warmth blooms within your chest at the way his eyes light up at the words, how he can’t control the bashful smirk that adorns his lips.

You help him wash up with lukewarm water and a cloth, sharing soft kisses and loving touches. He makes up for the lost time by helping you prepare dinner and sitting by the fire as you both eat, never once leaving your side just as it should be.

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AN/ I'm trying to figure out how to write for him but requests are open!

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anni-secret-account-75 · 4 months

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Snow did land on top 🎀

Tom Blyth 2018

#billy the kid x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #the hunger games #the hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes #billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid #billy the kid imagine #tom blyth icons #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow imagine #william h. bonney #abosas #thg series #tom blyth x you #tom blyth imagine

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enviedear · 5 months

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modern!farmhand billy bonney...

—fic coming soon, shoutout nonnie that requested it! here's a moodboard until i get it finished <3

#billy the kid x reader #billy the kid #billy bonney #billy the kid 2022 #william h. bonney #henry mccarty #tom blyth

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lqveharrington · 3 months

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how do we feel about billy the kid fic?? i made one 😋

#august’s thoughts 🐢#billy the kid #billy the kid smut #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid angst #billy the kid drabble #billy the kid x you #billy the kid x y/n #billy the kid blurb #billy the kid mgm #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #william h. bonney #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x fem!reader #tom blyth x yn #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction

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goosita · 5 months

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william h. bonney

william h bonney playlist (spotify)

billy loves to call you petnames billy's hands billy when reader is stressed billy meets singer!reader

billy goes back to see singer!reader

singer!reader writes a song for billy what billy likes for you to wear

riding billy’s thigh (nsfw!)

billy taking care of sick/hurt/post-surgery reader

billy rescues kidnapped!reader

billy and reader’s little daughter

billy x chubby reader

billy antrim is smooth (nsfw!)

playing in the snow with billy

billy’s kisses

sucking off virgin!billy (nsfw!)

#billy masterlist #william h. bonney

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whumpypepsigal · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | No. 26

Alternative Prompt No. 3: Dazed and Confused

Billy the Kid s01e04: “One of the boys found you on the trail. You were flat out, and like to die, he said, but recognized you and brought you here.”

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xymeeforyou · 5 months

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TOM BLYTH for Numéro Netherlands.

(Photography by Debora Brune)

#Tom Blyth #Numero Netherlands #Photoshoot #The Hunger Games #The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes #Coriolanus Snow #Billy The Kid #William H. Bonney

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 4 months

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The Fight || Billy The Kid x reader

Summary: Billy involves himself in a physical fight over you.

Warnings: violence, swearing, blood

Wc: 1,347

A/n: uh- this is my very first time writing a Billy fic so pls bear w me (especially w how they talk and stuff) bc in the the series I don’t really find Billy talking like how ppl write abt him (absolutely not hate whatsoever to those who do, I absolutely love ur fics find you all so talented 😭) so I’ll try my best to be as accurate as I can. Do let me know if I make a mistake so I can improve :)

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"I'd fuck her any day if she wasn't whoring herself for him," Ollinger slurs, throwing his head back to let the contents of the bottle run down his throat as the men around him laugh. Billy's head pikes up at the sound. Typical Ollinger, talking about some woman as if she was an object.

Billy watches from the other side of the room as he continues to talk to them, his voice becoming louder by the second. "hot for a fucking gringo, and that's saying something," He shakes his head his eyes half close by how wasted he was.

"Wonder how Billy would feel if I had her, don't think he's too keen on sharin?" He nudges the guy beside him before bursting out laughing. Hearing this, he realises that Ollinger was talking about you. Calling you a whore.

He slammed the bottle in his hand down on the table making a loud noise. Pat Garrett and Jessie slightly flinch before they look up at Billy who was already standing, fuming.

"What's goin' on?" Pat asks, his eyes trying to follow Billy's line of gaze. Billy doesn't answer, instead, he storms over to where Bob Ollinger was and his friends. They were all laughing until one of the guys ushered everyone and tapped Ollinger to face Billy.

He slowly turned around, seemingly not bothered by Billy's presence or the fact that he towered over him. "Have something to say 'bout my girl Ollinger? Hm?" He stands his ground, taking another swig of his alcohol as he maintains eye contact with Billy. Everyone in the room had quietened down, eyes trained on the two who never got along.

"Maybe. Wanna hear what I gotta say Billy?" He smirks as Pat Garret and Jessie had already stood up from where they were. Billy narrows his eyes at the man. "I think she's a pretty little gringa you got there, but she needs a real man, not some kid like you-" "You're fucking pathetic, y'know that?" Billy spat, venom laced in his words.

Ollinger seemed to have sobered up when he said that. He looked at Billy with pure rage. "What’d you call me, boy." His blood was boiling at this point. "I said." Billy steps closer, "You're fucking pathetic." He threw a punch at his jaw as Ollinger falls back from the impact and his lack of balance.

At this point the room was cheering the two on as they throw punches at each other. Ollinger swings at Billy but misses, he was glad he wasn't drinking as much that night. He then lunges and aims towards Billy's stomach, knocking him onto the table as all its contents fell on the floor. "C'mon Billy get up!" Garrett pushes him back up.

Billy had a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow as a trail of blood fell down the side of his face. However, it was nothing compared to the damage he did on Ollinger. "Call a whore one more time, I dare you," Billy yelled, throwing punch after punch as he was on top of him. "Billy! Billy stop!" Billy heard your familiar voice but didn't stop. All he could see was red.

From the moment you stepped foot out of your carriage that dropped you off in front of the pub, you knew a brawl of some sort was going on inside by the way you could hear cheers and the noise of furniture being knocked over.

You hurriedly walk in. You couldn't see what was going on over the tall people who stood in front of you. Weaving your way through the crowd to try and see what the commotion was about, you bumped into Jessie. "Woah there-" "Jessie, what's going on? Where's Billy?" You quickly ask him before your eyes fall onto him.

He was on top of Ollinger, throwing punch after punch. Your eyes widen in horror as you try to go to him but was held back by Jessie who had an arm around your shoulder. "Let me go! I need to stop him Jessie!" You struggle against his iron like grip. "Can't have you get involved in fight, sweetheart. Can’t let you goin' home with a scratch on your pretty face now can I?"

He says against the side of your face as you squirm, helplessly watching the fight. There was blood everywhere and you feared that Billy had killed Ollinger. "Jessie!" You thrash in his grip before he gives Garrett a look who nods and quickly breaks up the fight.

"That's enough, Billy. You got what you wanted," Pat and few other guys pulled Billy back who was breathing heavily, blood covered his shirt and hands. Billy spits on the ground. "All right, show's over!" Jessie yells as people start leaving. Ollinger gets pulled up by a few others as he's dragged away, his body limp.

"Don't you fucking go near her! You hear me Ollinger?" Billy yells before he spits more blood out. "Enough, Billy!" You exasperated, kneeling beside him to take his face in your hands, inspecting it.

Thank god there wasn’t much damage, only a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow. “For god’s sake Billy! What happened now?” You search his eyes as he stares back at you, blankly. You catch Pat and Jessie looking at you before their eyes find the floor rather interesting. You stand up, dress already spotted in crimson as you brush the loose strands of your hair behind your ears, “What happened here?”

You made a beeline to your bathroom. Billy closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of her bed, he let out a groan before falling back onto the soft mattress. He starts to sit up when he hears you walk back in, a first aid kit in your hands.

You hadn't spoken a word to him since the two of you left the pub and came back to your house. You were grateful that your parents were away for the week, they would have thrown a fit if they saw you covered in blood and Billy batted up.

Moving to stand in between his legs, Billy lifts his hands up to rest on your hips but you slap his hands away. "Darlin'-" "I don't want to hear it Billy," You say, annoyance dripping from you voice as he hisses at the contact of disinfectant on his cut.

Billy lets out a sigh, his eyes trained on your angel like face as you attend to his face. "I'm sorry, I really am-" "Five times. Five times you've gotten into a fight because of me." You scoff, tilting his head firmly as you go over his eyebrow.

"You told me you would stop Billy. I can't keep playing nurse with you because you can't bite your tongue," You make eye contact with him. "You expect me to just sit around and do nothing when some guy is calling you my whore?" Billy's voice gets louder as he furrows his eyebrows at you.

You gulp, eyes looking everywhere but him. "Look at me!" He grips your chin with his thumb and index finger, "You've known me long enough to know I ain't that type of guy," He spoke, his eyes darkening.

"And you've known me long enough to know that I can handle whatever they call me. I don't need you getting into a fight every time someone foul mouths me," Your eyes begin to water. You hated seeing Billy like this. You hated how most of his fights revolved around the topic of you.

"They're all worth it, doll. You're worth it." Billy wipes away the singular tear that managed to escape. You sniffle lightly before he pulls you onto his lap, your arms securing themselves around his neck as he strokes your hair.

"Try not to get into another fight because of me," You mutter, your fingers drawing random shapes on his back as you hear him chuckle, "Can't keep any promises, darlin'" He kisses your hair as the two of you hold each other.

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buckypascal · 5 months

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Tom Blyth as William H. Bonney - Billy The Kid 1.02 (Part 3)

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astralbondpro · 1 year

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Young Guns (1988) // Dir. Christopher Cain

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on-plvto · 10 days

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Can someone please tell me good cowboy books??? 🙏🏼.

I need to get back to reading real books, and I want some good old western romance 🥲🌝.

Just something sweet, and cute 😭🙏🏼.

Needa think of my man when I read 🌝😭.

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ain't it a gentle sound, rolling in the graves

⤷ billy bonney

౨ৎ synopsis— an outlaw on borrowed time finds solace in the gravedigger's daughter. she's the flowers growing underneath the stones marking the place fit for his overdue remains.

౨ৎ warnings— talks of death and the dead, unresolved ending, billy being sad and lonesome, and a bunch of flowery language. 2.1k words

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the grounds of the dead feel more like home than the adobe brick walls you've always known. rarely, does anyone else stop by to visit. your heart harbors no blame for their apprehension.. the graves attract the worst of beasts— and not the kinds such as coyotes and wolves— desperate men.

it's not uncommon for sacred remains to be unearthed times over by the forlorn. those with debts, twisted needs, and cruel intentions shovel away the sanctity of the decaying.

you've attended every burial and thus, every re-burial. sometimes the bodies are gone, never to be returned, but still the hole in the earth is filled and laid with stones. your father mutters prayers to the spirits that remain, wandering lonely without their last tie to the living.

he opts to leave as soon as possible afterward, but you never seem to find the will. just you alone with the dead.

all your time spent here, and yet, tonight is marked the first of another breathing figure standing above the graves just as you. his back faces you, legs long, hair umber, and clothes well-worn.

you're too slow to notice the pistol at his side before you make a noise, prompting him to turn to you. the wind is a quiet whistle but you only hear the thump of your frightened heart.

his pale blue eyes pierce through the fade of sunlight, sweeping across every inch of you in one swift motion before straightening, "i'll be gone soon. i apologize if i wasn't supposed to be up here this late."

there's a flash of recognition in your mind, a small sliver. the young man ahead of you is known to offer men up to early graves, a true laborer of the devil and his reapers.

you swallow hard, trying to find your voice amidst the surge of fear and curiosity, "who are you?" you manage to ask, your words barely audible.

the young man's lips curl into a faint smile, "names don't really matter in this place," he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice, "but you can call me william. or billy, if you prefer."

"billy?" the name ushers in recollection, sharp and eerie, down your spine, the weight of its significance settling heavily on your mind.

you've heard stories about him, whispered tales of his destructive deeds. a known gunslinger, killer, and outlaw alone with you. if he wanted, you could join the bodies below your soles and no one could relay the tale.

"what are you doing here?" you inquire cautiously, keeping a safe distance between yourself and him.

his eyes narrow slightly as he scans the graveyard, his gaze lingering on the weathered tombstones and wooden crosses, "i came seeking comfort," he answers cryptically, "the dead make for fine listeners."

the air grows heavy with tension as you contemplate his words. your instincts scream at you to flee, to escape from this unholy meeting. but something about him draws you in, a morbid curiosity that refuses to be ignored.

"why did you bring that?" you pause, hesitant, "the gun." nodding towards the weapon strapped to his side.

billy's expression shades for a moment before he shrugs nonchalantly, "protection," he states simply. "not t'smart to go without one. not here."

a chill runs down your spine as his words sink in. you've always known of the monsters traversing this land, but for some reason your mind refuses to place billy alongside them. you draw closer to him instead, "are you... someone i'd need protection from?" you venture to ask, your voice weak.

he chuckles softly, a sound that echoes eerily through the graveyard, "m'no different from those who wander these grounds," he says, his voice dripping with an unsettling mix of melancholy and dismay, "but i won't hurt you, sweetheart. m'just a wandering soul."

silence settles over the graveyard, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. you study billy's face, trying to decipher the true nature behind his enigmatic words.

as the setting sun dances upon his features, you find yourself captivated by the depths of his eyes. they hold a sadness that no words could adequately convey, and yet, a glimmer of hope lingers within them. as if he carries the weight of the world upon his shoulders, but still possesses the strength to bear it.

the wind whispers through the graveyard, carrying with it the scents of flowers and freshly turned earth. you take a step closer, unable to resist the gravitational pull drawing you towards him. his presence is both intimidating and alluring, like a force of nature that you cannot help but be drawn to.

"do you have someone laid here?" you inquire softly, your voice tinged with curiosity.

billy's gaze meets yours, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of sorrow and longing, "no," he replies, his voice as gentle as a whisper on the breeze, "but i've been looking down at graves my whole life. suppose i know the dead better than the living now."

a gust of wind rustles through the trees, causing leaves to dance in the air. the atmosphere charged with a heat that seems to swelter between the two of you.

"tell me, stranger," billy says, his voice filled with an irregular vulnerability, "do you know who i am?"

you pause, the seriousness of his question sinking in, "there are posters around town," you reply honestly, "but i imagine you're just fine. probably just best left unprovoked."

a wistful smile flickers across billy's face. "yeah, something like that," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on a distant horizon. "i don't want to..." he trails off before cursing, "i won't hurt you, swear. you can come closer."

curiosity takes hold of you once more as you inch closer to him, "necessity? is that what led you down your path?" you inquire, your voice laced with compassion. he looks about your age, and you find it hard to believe he created this life for himself in earnest.

billy's eyes meet yours, filled with remorse, "desperation more like," he confesses, his words woven with regret, "i was born into a world that offered me no chances, no opportunities for redemption. so i became what they expected me to be— easier that way."

you can't help but feel a pang of sympathy as you observe the anguish etched onto his weathered face, "you seem quite soft of heart, despite it."

billy's lips twitch, a fleeting semblance of a smile before he turnes his gaze away from you. "appearances can be deceiving," he mutters, his voice tinged with bitterness. "you don't know the things i've done, the lives i've taken."

a heaviness settles in the air as silence drapes over both of you like a suffocating shroud. the wind is steadily dying down, leaving behind a bizarre calmness that mirrors the abyss of outlaws' past.

"but people can change," you offer softly, your words floating on a fragile hope, "no one is defined solely by their mistakes. not unless they want to be."

he scoffs, the sound dripping with contempt, "change is a luxury i can't afford, sweetheart" he replies, his voice carrying a bit of resignation, "some paths we tread on have no way out."

your heart aches at the defeat in his words, but a stubborn determination blossoms within you. you refuse to accept that someone stood beyond redemption, especially someone with a soul as bright as his.

"everyone deserves a chance at redemption," you press, voice infused with conviction, "no matter how far they've wandered their path."

billy's eyes flicker with an unfamiliar glimmer as he turns to face you once more, "you really believe that?" he asks, searching for sincerity.

"i do," you answer firmly, "sometimes it takes just one person to believe in us for us to find our way back."

he furrows his brows, "and how'd you figure that?"

you shrug, "my daddy digs all the graves. sometimes the entire town comes out for someone's burial, but most of the time it's just us." you sigh, taking a glance at him, "but even those with only our eyes to witness their descent get a prayer of hope. they may never know it, but the man who dug their grave offers redemption. a belief of good in the after."

"and what if i don't deserve that?" he asks, his voice laced with uncertainty.

you reach out and place a hand on his shoulder, "deserving or not, redemption isn't earned through perfection," you explain softly, “it's found in the willingness to confront our mistakes and strive for something better. all the small acts of kindness we give and a genuine desire to change."

he hums in contemplation before replying, "you're real smart, you know that? probably too smart to be wastin' your time on me."

you smile gently, your hand still resting on billy's shoulder, "maybe i am smart," you say, amusement in your tone, "but that doesn't mean i can't see the good in people." a breath, "and for wasting my time on you? i don't see it like that at all. you've given me no trouble."

billy looks at you, his eyes searching for any signs of deception. after a moment of silence, he sighs and shakes his head. "you don't know what you're getting yourself into," he warns. "i'm not the kind of man a nice girl should be redeeming."

"i'm not naïve," you reply, your voice steady and unwavering. "i won't play the part of the fool, but, i don't see fault in offering friendship."

billy's face softens as he listens to your words. it's as if a spark of hope ignites within him, one he thought had long been extinguished. "you remind me of someone," he murmurs, his voice tinged with nostalgia, "but they faded away a long time ago."

your grip on billy's shoulder tightens slightly as you lean in closer. "no one ever truly fades away," you say.

a twinge of sadness tugs at your heartstrings as you observe him. despite his reputation as an outlaw, there was something vulnerable about him that drew you in. something desperate for connection and understanding. you couldn't help but wonder what sort of troubles led him down a path so different from your own.

without thinking, you reach a hand towards him, offering a small gesture of comfort and camaraderie—or perhaps just to touch flesh to flesh after so much time among the remains.

he hesitates before slipping his own hand into your grasp, palms meeting under the fading light of dusk, "if i were a devout man i'd call you an angel," he murmurs softly, squeezing your hand gently.

you're glad that the moon is just starting to rise, casting a silvery glow over the graveyard. it makes him look almost… sacred, despite being a wanted man. you can't help but to feel safe in his presence.

your eyes drift to his hand in yours, suddenly nervous by your forward action. caught between pulling away and wondering what his touch feels like elsewhere—his skin rough, as expected, calloused from hours and hours of holding a gun.

but there's a warmth to his touch that surprises you, a sense of humanity that contradicts the tales you've heard about him. you look up to find him studying you, his eyes scanning every inch of yours while he holds onto your hand. the air thick with anticipation and something else, something unknown but suddenly intoxicating.

in this moment of solace, a large part of your mind is wrought with contemplation. the gunslinging stranger is tame as a loyal dog, but he also defies the boundaries of both your respective futures. as much as you want to hold onto him, reality begins to settle in and you reluctantly release your hold of him. the moon has risen higher in the sky, the air colder.

"i should go," billy says regretfully, cutting through the silence between you.

you nod, understanding that he needs to keep moving, "i hope to see you again, when things settle down."

it's a hopeful thing to wish for, to ask of him, but he gives you a grin, "you will. i have a bad habit of stickin' around where i'm not wanted."

as he turns to leave, you watch him go with a mess of sentiments swirling inside you. part of you wishes he could stay a little longer, but another part knows that it's for the best. his lifestyle is dangerous and unpredictable, and being around him would only put you in danger. still, you let that hopeful ember spark with the indelible nature of his words.

you take one last look at his retreating figure before turning back to the graves. finally time for you to say goodbye your solemn sanctary. as you pass stone markers and crosses, a final glance back at the graveyard where billy disappeared into the darkness and a demure prayer for the backsliders' gunman not to veer too far away.

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