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Hi Millie 😊 Hope you're doing okay 😊

I'm sure you have lots of things to write so it's okay if you're not interested in this, but if you want to I would love to read your thoughts on timetraveler!reader and Billy?

Like, she's from our era but accidentally travels to the past. I think he would be so amazed and amused by her at the same time, observing her behaviour and realising she's so different but in a fascinating way... idk I would love to read your thoughts on it or whatever you decide to write related to this idea, but only if you want to 😊❤

⋆౨ৎ𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮-𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂'𝓼 𝓮𝓻𝓪⋆౨ৎ 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭

It had been a day as ordinary as any other.

You were relaxing in the clean expanse of a field near where you lived, soaking up the sunshine beaming down upon the earth that created shadows you laid just at the edges of. The day was new, and you were determined to get some Vitamin D in before the air became sticky with heat.

Lying flat against the cool grass with your eyes closed, feeling yourself warm as the rays kissed your skin. It was simple pleasures like these that propelled you through the week's mundane tasks. You were a daydreamer by nature, and sometimes you thought that if you weren't, the banalities of life would have turned your spirit grey by now.

Endless fantasies filled your head now as you basked in the fingers of sunlight, their romantic nature making you glad you were secret. It was a shameful thing to you- the things you wanted in terms of love. In this day and age, women were supposed to secretly want things, supposed to meet men who teased the notion out of them and thrust them into a supernova storybook love. It confused you to your core, and so you avoided it outright.

Romanticism was your friend in everyday life. You had no one person to give love to, and so you found it everywhere you went, from the way you dressed to the books you read. And lying stretched out in a meadow a ten-minute walk from home, kissed by wildflowers, you felt the earth was loving you in return.

You'd discarded your top, bra the only thing covering your upper half. The little shorts you wore were cotton and clean, comfortable for a day of leisure. Here you were safe from the prying eyes of single-minded men, free from the demands of being a young person in this world. This is where you were at your happiest.

The heat slunk over you like an embrace, and you felt the siren song of sleep overcome you. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to slip into such a vulnerable state when you were alone like this, but it had been such a long week, and you were wholly exhausted.

Humming to yourself, you folded your arms under your head. Though the threat of a sunburn loomed, you didn't move, feeling the shade of a nearby tree begin to cover your legs like a blanket. As the sun continued its charted course, you'd be fully covered by the shadow when you woke up. Your shirt, a cute white thing with tiny bows at the base of lace edged thin straps, was bunched between your fingers, nearly a comfort object as the callings of sleep drifted over you.

There was a rustling nearby. Your eyes flew open, head turning frantically as you searched for the source. This area was secluded, you were sure of it. After all, this wasn't the first time you'd come out here to relax, at one with nature.

The crackly noise stopped for a moment, but before you could breathe a sigh of relief, it started up again, and then the head of a horse appeared from the bushes. Perplexed, you tilted your head, eyes going full as the moon when the rest of the creature appeared, a man sitting atop it.

You were stunned by the sight of him. Though a hat was perched on his head jauntily, his dark hair peeked out of it, curling at his neck. His clothes were awfully strange, a long-sleeved blue shirt with suspenders pulled up over his shoulders. When you saw the belt around his waist, gun sheathed in it, you froze, heart pounding in your ears.

Mind scurrying like a squirrel, your eyes darted from side to side, trying to grasp for a way to get out of here. The stranger's intentions were unknown, and it frightened you. Did he come up here to kidnap defenseless young women who sunbathed all by themselves? You never brought your phone up here since there was no service anyways, and right now you cursed the habit. At least if you ran down the hill you'd have hope of calling for help.

In your muddled tangle of worries, you hadn't noticed the man ride closer, and your body gave an involuntary jolt when he called out to you. "You alright miss?"

You were hardly able to tear your eyes away from him as he came closer. Now you could see him more clearly, see how handsome he was. Brows dark, drawn up in what appeared to be concern, hat shading his eyes, but you could see clearly the piercing blue of them. They seemed to reach inside your soul and grasp something in them, wholly disarming you before you remembered your fear. Lots of serial killers are good-looking.

He crouched before you, eyes roving over your figure and seeming to catch at your midsection, before they hastily skirted to the side. You were suddenly aware of your state of undress, hands holding your top flying to your chest and covering it. "I'm alright."

"Are...are ya sure?" Now he was looking into your eyes, and right then you had the oddest feeling that he wasn't going to hurt you. Softening before you could question it, you nodded.

"I come out here all the time...really, I'm okay," you assured him, offering a little smile. It was a challenge to tear your eyes away from his face, and you found you didn't want to. There was something magnetic about this man that filled something in you like a missing puzzle piece, now slid into its place.

"Where's your horse? I can escortcha back to town if you want," the man offered, his wrist adjusting where he was bent on one knee. "Ain't safe for a woman to be out here by her lonesome."

Your brow furrowed at the comment. He was talking like everybody had a horse. "I walked here."

Now it was his turn to frown. "Must've been quite a journey. Nearest town ain't for miles."

"No, I live-" you cut yourself off. Something wasn't right. Looking at the man, the way he dressed and spoke, then to his horse, equipped with a saddle and bags, and then to the gun at his hip, carried so casually, something seemed to dawn on you, the sun rising on a new mindset. It was impossible. Truly impossible. But the thought probed the corner of your mind, imagination run wild.

Taking in a shaky breath, you stared at him, the inconceivable notion invading your mind like an army. He was your only lifeline now if it was true. Seeming to notice the change, the man's lips parted. "You okay? Looks like you saw a ghost."

"What year is it?" The words burst forth from your lips like water from a crack in a dam, panic washing over you for an entirely different reason.

"Eighteen seventy-eight."

Your heart stopped, frozen as ice as the information hit you. A look of horror crossed your face before you could stop it, and you nearly dropped your shirt as your body grew taut with worry. It was pointless to wonder how this had happened- your mind couldn't even comprehend the science behind it.

But what were you going to do now? You had no money, no family, no friends. For the first time in your life you were truly, utterly helpless and there was nothing to do about it.

A warm hand found a place on your shoulder, and you looked back up at him, feeling tears sting the corners of your eyes. He wouldn't believe you if you told him. Nobody from your time would believe you if you told them.

Your distress must have been palpable, because the man's lips pulled down, a troubled spark in his eye. Oh how kind his eyes were. It was a look you weren't at all used to seeing in men. His roughened thumb smoothed over your skin. "You were robbed, weren'tcha? Took your horse 'n everything?"

Lips parting slightly, you saw a lifeline. Here he had provided you with an out. Slowly nodding, you whispered, "Yes." The lie was bitter on your tongue, but you didn't have a choice. If you spoke of unwilling time-travel who knew what he'd do? Would he leave you here, sure too much sun had inspired your ravings? Or drop you off at the nearest asylum? You didn't want either to happen, and he was the only soul around here for miles, likely, and a kind one at that. "I don't have anything."

"Lemme help you out." He stood, offering you a hand. "I can take you into town, we'll getcha situated...it'll be okay. You got any family round these parts?"

"Not anymore." At least that wasn't a lie.

"Hm." His lips bunched to the side as he thought. "Well...that's alright. We'll figure somethin' out. You're gonna be okay."

He re-extended his hand, and you hesitantly put yours in his, getting to your feet. Remembering your state of dress, you quickly turned to the side, pulling your top over your head and pushing your hair backwards. It wasn't much in the way of dress, especially for this time, you gathered. But it was something.

His eyes seemed to linger on you, but it wasn't in a way that had you shrinking back. You took his outstretched hand again, the warmth of his palm a comforting thing as he led you over to his horse. Shyly, you looked up at your rescuer. "What's your name?"

"William H. Bonney, ma'am." He stopped briefly, tipping his hat at you in a way that spread a smile across your cheeks. "Billy."

"Billy." You tried it out and found it suited him.

He almost seemed amused. "What's yours?" When you told him, he nodded. "Pretty."

A tiny blush colored your cheeks, and you looked at your feet. The sandals you wore probably weren't great for horseback riding, but they were better than going barefoot. At the saddle, he held out a hand to help you up, but you were already hoisting a foot over, swinging the opposite leg to sit on the other side. A surprised smile crossed him, and he quickly did the same. Now your back was snug against his broad chest, and you bit your cheek at the feeling.

"Hope you don't mind we're ridin' like this," he commented, grasping the reins in front of you with one hand, securing the other around your waist. "It'll be faster 'n walkin'. Figured you've been out here long enough."

"It's okay," you managed, ignoring the flutter in your heart at the placement of his hand. It was obvious he was trying to be a gentleman, but still trying to keep you steady on the horse, which you found gentlemanly in its own way.

You had no sense of how long the ride was because of how lost you were in Billy's touch. He grasped your waist, careful not to touch any of your skin that was uncovered. You were fascinated by all that surrounded you, by the same world you resided in, ripened by another time. It was more lush, fuller. This was the way you'd seen the world in your head before, now come to life.

Once you got to town, your fascination doubled. All the women were in long dresses, the men in similar dress to Billy, though his remained slightly different. You were suddenly self-conscious of your clothes. They were certainly attracting strange looks, and you slid your arms around yourself.

Noticing this, Billy patted your side. "I'll find ya somethin', don't worry. If they knew what you'd been through they'd understand." That caused another twinge of guilt deep in your being, but you shook it off. This is necessary to survive.

He helped you off the horse, carefully setting you on the ground. You closed in on yourself, eyes roving over the space, avoiding the gazes of passerby. It was funny. A while ago in your time you wouldn't have a problem being out and about in your current clothing. But the stipulations of the time had worn in on you within only minutes.

There was a shuffling behind you, and then Billy was pressing fabric into your hands, putting a careful hand on your shoulder. "Wear this for now. It's okay." His words comforted you, and when you looked up, there wasn't even a trace of judgement in his oceanic eyes. Your shoulders relaxed, and you realized he'd given you a man's shirt. One of his. It was more touching now than anything anybody had done for you. You certainly weren't used to men doing such things.

Sliding the fabric over your shoulders, you pushed your arms through the sleeves, feeling better about your coverage now. The shirt fell to your upper thighs, still not covering enough, but it was better than before by far.

He guided you into the shop with an arm around your shoulders, helping you through the doors. Calling out to the shopkeeper, Billy greeted her with a smile. "We need a dress. Hers has...gotten lost."

Eyeing you, the shopkeeper nodded, beckoning with a hand. "We have a few options already made here."

You flushed a little at the way she looked at you, aware that your appearance must be rather odd. Making sure to smile plentifully and be enthusiastic about her assistance, you selected a blue dress, wanting to make the process as quick as possible. She ushered you to the back to change into it, giving you proper undergarments and shoes as well. Kindly, she laced up the back of your half-stay and left, gifting you some privacy.

The buttons on the dress were thankfully situated in the front, and you were able to do them up in a timely manner, slipping your new shoes on as well. You were unsure to do with your old things and Billy's shirt, as you didn't know when or if at all you would be returning to your time.

The shopkeeper solved that when she gave you a canvas bag for your things, a brief smile crossing her face. You returned it, happy she'd warmed up.

Billy was waiting at the front, hands folded behind his back, eyes trained on the ground. When he heard your footsteps his head lifted, an expression of pleasant surprise crossing his face as he took you in. You demurely smoothed your skirts, tucking hair behind your ear. "Does it look alright?"

"Yeah," he breathed, a slow smile entering the planes of his face. Something in his eyes lightened, and he held out a hand for you. "You're...it's pretty."

Truly, you hadn't been one to blush so easily before meeting Billy, but now you seemed to redden with every look he gave you. It was a new thing, though not entirely unwelcome.

As he led you out of the store, your arm hand nestled in his arm, you felt brand new. Leaning up, you kissed Billy's cheek, the scratch of his stubble a pleasant sensation. "Thank you for the dress. That was lovely of you to do."

"'s no problem," he grinned, looking down at you. "A lady needs a dress, hm?"

"Oh!" you smiled brightly, leaning on him. Already you were growing comfortable. There was just such an easy way about Billy that made you feel safe. This was strange for you in a way. Never before had you met a man who'd given you such a sense.

Everything outside was bustling, a low hum of chatter filling the air like music. You found yourself turning your head excitedly, entranced by the life of it all.

When you turned your head to Billy, you discovered an expression of endearment on his face, as he watched you watch everything. It hadn't even been a day since you'd met him, and already there was something there. A connection, a hint of a feeling. It was brand new as you explored the old world.

Arm in arm with your guide, you felt your heart come alive for the first time in ages. Everything was bright and new and you could feel yourself stitching into the lines of it all like embroidery. Maybe you weren't a mismatched piece here.

Maybe with Billy you could fit perfectly.

billy asking you to marry him please

⋆౨ৎ𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓱𝓲𝓶⋆౨ৎ 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭

The ring was gold. It had been stowed safely on his mother's finger on the journey by ship to Ireland. Billy had fuzzy memories of her leaning on the railing, salt spray in her eyes, stroking the band and murmuring a prayer for their safe arrival.

Now it was sitting in the palm of his hand, looped on a ribbon so he wouldn't lose it. Tossing and turning in the throes of a fever, his mother had pressed the circlet into his hand, wearily telling him to save it for a special girl.

He liked to think that up in heaven she'd pulled strings to send you his way. She would have loved you, with your easy smile, cheerful nature, and warm eyes. Billy could hardly believe you were real most days, let alone that he got to hold you. It was nothing short of a miracle. A miracle that got him believing in a higher power again.

For all he had suffered, he'd hoped there'd be a good thing at the end of the road to comfort him and tell him what a wonderful job he'd done, that all the misery was over. He found it in your arms, or when you were in his, pressed up against him in the later hours of the day, eyes closed, breathing soft as you slept. The fact that you could find safety in him, a man people fled from when they heard his name, was nearly unbelievable.

You'd taken one step into his life and brightened it beyond what he thought was possible. The world was more beautiful with the knowledge that you were in it. He'd thought people like you were a myth, like the folk tales his mother used to put him to bed with. But here you were, lively and breathing, putting your heart in his hands as though you trusted him not to break it.

It was only logical that he take this next step. As far as he was concerned, there would never be another one for him. Love had burst into him like a firework, colored his vision in an impossible way. Billy didn't know much, but he did know that a woman like you only came around once in a lifetime. And he wanted to grab on and hold you tight while he could.

With this in mind he was walking hand in hand with you, a little bounce in his step as the two of you trekked through tall grass into the nearby forest. You were curiously giddy, wide-eyed as you looked around. "Where're you taking me, Billy?"

"'s a surprise, sweetheart," he chuckled, noting your excitement. His girl was happy no matter the circumstances, and he hoped he'd be adding to it now. Squeezing your hand, he made sure you didn't trip over any rocks studding the dirt, or any sneakily placed tree roots.

Once he saw his landmark, he stopped turning to you. with a smile that made you tilt your head. "Close your eyes, honey."

You did, a little hesitantly. He was touched by the simple act of it. The way you trusted him warmed his heart more than anything else. In a clean motion, Billy swept you up into his arms, one hand bracing under your knees, the other at your waist. Giggling, you said, "Billy-"

"Keep 'em closed!" he insisted, spinning around once to make you laugh again. Billy chuckled too, brightened by your sunshine presence as always. He carried you steadily, ducking under branches to get to where he was going.

Arriving at the spot, Billy carefully helped you stand on your feet, making sure your eyes were still closed. He slid his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, not wanting to let go of you for even a moment. "Open."

Your gasp was gift enough for him as you realized where you were. A blanket of wildflowers bloomed before your feet, as if they'd been planted in anticipation of this very moment. A rainbow of color was laid across the field, fresh with springtime. Bouncing on your heels, you exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!"

"Pretty flowers for my pretty girl." He nosed against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. "Knew you'd love it."

"I do. Oh, I do." Turning around, you threw your arms around his neck. "You found this spot just for me?"

"Just for you, baby," he grinned as though he'd planted every bloom himself. "C'mere. Got somethin' else to give ya."

Smiling excitedly, you let him pull you deeper into the field as he said, "Just over here baby-woah-!"

You tripped over a stray rock, tumbling into Billy and sending him to the ground. He'd been caught off guard or he would have made sure to hold fast and steady the both of you. Instead, he was sent backwards to the ground, sprawled on his back. Despite his surprise, he made sure to fall under you, so you had a place to land that wasn't the hard earth.

"Oomph," Billy grunted, lifting his head with a wince. He looked down at you, lying sideways across his chest. "You okay, baby?'

Giggling, you nodded, and he couldn't help his smile. Only you would laugh at falling facefirst to the ground. Billy was sure when he looked over you later you'd have a bruise or two. Before he could ask, your eyes widened, and you reached for something on the ground. "Billy...what's this?"

He had to do a double take. Between your fingers was the ring, previously stowed in his pants pocket. It must have fallen out when he fell. Billy cringed at the sight, knowing his grand plan was ruined. When you turned to him for an explanation, he squinted, exhaling through his nose. "It's...you weren't s'posed to see that yet."

"Yet?" Then your face lightened, lips parting slightly. "Oh!"

"Oh," he teased, sitting up and bringing you with him. Billy couldn't help the brief laugh that escaped him at your expression. "Was gonna do it all proper 'n everything."

Your eyes were wide as the centers of daisies. Quickly, you shoved the ring into his hand, covering your eyes with your hands. "I can pretend I didn't see it!"

Laughing again, he reached for your hands. "Don't be hidin', sweetheart. C'mere." Prying your hands from your face, he found a guilty expression.

You pressed your lips together. "I ruined it, I'm sorry."

"Didn't ruin a damn thing," he insisted, pulling you close so you were sitting sideways across his lap. Giving you a reassuring smile, he kissed the side of your head. "This feels more like us anyways, huh?"

"Yeah," you giggled, leaning into his kiss.

"Alright then." Billy gave you a pointed look. "I'm still gonna ask you."

"Ask away," you lifted your chin, smile beaming.

Holding the ring between his fingers, Billy wrapped the other arm around your waist, holding you steady. "I've wanted to marry you for a long time. Ain't nobody who brightens my world just by bein' in it the way you do. I wanna build a life with you at the center. I-" he swallowed. "I want to call you my wife."

You looked as though he'd stripped every star from the sky and strung them on a necklace for you to wear. He smiled, bouncing you once on his thigh playfully. "Will you marry me-?"

"Yes!" You threw your arms around him, sending him backwards into the flowers again. He hugged you tight around the waist, kissing your hair.

"That ain't everythin' I wanted to say," he murmured into your head, and you laughed, watching him slide the ring onto your finger.

Lifting your head and shifting so you laid directly atop his chest, chin resting on your folded arms so you could see your new ring, you murmured, "You've got a long time to tell me."

Leaning in, you kissed him softly, and he muttered against your lips. "Yes I do, Mrs. Bonney."

╰┈ 𝓲 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 ┈➤

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 : as billy is running from town to town, he hears singing along the stream. he soon discovers the west's best kept secret, you.

𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : tooth-rotting fluff, billy taking a shower, love at first sight, yearning

𝓪/𝓷 : i love sleeping beauty and this was inspired by prince phillip and aurora's meeting. this will also have another part so hope you enjoy!

Billy was exhausted. 

He had been riding for hours on end, running from town to town once he saw those damned posters of his face. Everywhere he went the posters haunted him, reminding him of the corrupt justice system in New Mexico. Endless sun beamed down on him as he rode as fast as he could away from town after town. The sheriffs were all under the thumb of men like Thomas Catron and the Santa-Fe Ring. So of course, he had to flee with his noble steed whenever he saw the slips of paper with an exceptionally unflattering depiction of him.

But everyone had their limits and Billy had just about reached his. Even his horse had reached his limit. Of course, Billy cared deeply for his steed so he set off, slowly, riding away from the town into the bordering forest.

He finally found salvation when he found a darling little thicket right by a cool stream, a deliverance from the never ending heat and exhaustion that hounded Billy. He started to clear an area, setting down his saddle and guns to let his horse drink the cool, fresh water of the stream. He looked around, listened carefully for even the tiniest sound of hooves galloping. Then, he quickly took off his clothes and stepped into the water, silently praying that no one was downstream. The cool water flowed slowly against his form, the cool water relaxing his aching muscles. 

Still, Billy was restless, nervous. By the time that he had finished showering, hunting, feeding his horse, even cooking and eating his dinner, the sun still was high in the sky. He decided to scout out the area, leaving everything behind besides his trusty revolver.

Whenever your aunts rode into town, often a week at a time, you had the time of your life. No aunts nagging at you to learn how to embroider, no aunts 'asking' you to fetch eggs from the chicken coop outside when they know that you'll never say no to the women who raised you, and especially no aunts telling you off about walking downstream. Of course, as your aunts had raised you, you were careful. You made sure you locked the doors, closed all the windows, and even watered the plants before you left. 

You had put on the new dress you had sewn that week in hopes that if anyone spotted you, they wouldn't question it and walk, or ride, away. As you walked downstream, you had started humming as the birds around you started to tweet. You had started to dance and sing, even stopping to pick flowers whenever you found pretty ones. You then had found a lovely little clearing filled with beautiful flowers which you started to pick as you sang.

"I wonder, I wonder," you had sung when Billy heard you. And he could’ve sworn that the entire world stopped.

He walked closer upstream, closer to where you were piling flowers into your basket. His hand drifted to his holster yet for some odd reason, his hand stopped at the handle of his gun. His eyes trailing at your hair, your hair. It looked magical underneath the golden glowing sun. And your dress had looked princess-like, or at least as princess-like it could to a man who's never seen a princess before. You had stood up, and spinned in a circle, continuing to sing that sweet melody that flooded Billy's ears. 

"I wonder why each little bird has someone,” you paused.

“To sing to, sweet things to," your voice held out the note. Perfectly, two birds had landed next to you, turning their heads towards each other. And Billy could've sworn that you had chuckled lightly. "A gay little love melody."

Billy had committed the sweet tune to memory, afraid to forget the moment he had met an angel. The sunlight illuminated the birds and gave your hair a halo. It screamed innocent, fragile, and beautiful, everything Billy wasn't. He was rough, desolate, a murderer. Yet, you were so entrancing, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you hummed more, inviting the birds into your hands.

"If my heart keeps singing, will my song go winging," You turned your head slightly, eyes closed as your voice was steeped in emotions. Coincidently, that was when Billy had fallen in love. 

He had finally seen you, and he was wrong. You weren’t an angel, you were a goddess. Your hair which framed your face perfectly, accentuating your beauty. Your innocent beauty. Your eyes were magical, gleaming bright with curiosity and love. Love Billy wanted all to himself selfishly. Your hair framed your face perfectly, the soft strands accentuating your face, your lips. Lips Billy wanted to taste, to savor. He was a hungry man, and you had graced his life with a feast. He wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever, never forgetting the light you had brought to his blood-soaked and muddy life.

“To someone who'll find me, and bring back a love song to me." You slowly finished the song to the birds in your hands, completely unaware of the outlaw hiding behind the bushes not even ten feet away from you, hand at his very lethal gun. You smiled sweetly to the birds, letting them fly off together, standing up and cleaning yourself. You turned to grab your basket full of flowers when you saw Billy.

 Your eyes had glanced over him before doubling back. Your breath had hitched, you had thought that no one ever came into the forest, so what was he doing here? Your aunts had warned you of the town and its inhabitants. Cruel and vicious people who wouldn't think twice about shooting you down the minute they saw you. Yet, this man hadn’t even drawn his gun, much less shot you. How long had he been there watching you anyway? 

You smiled brightly at Billy, hoping he would step into the small clearing so that you could look at this cruel, dangerous man. You tilted your head, like an owl, Billy had noticed, before you had truly done him in.

“Why, hello there.”

Three words from your mouth and Billy found himself falling further in love.

Billy finally came to when you spoke sweetly and gently to him. You were polite and darling, something Billy never thought he could find again after his endless life of darkness. He slowly stood up and made his way over to you, hand clenching as his nerves got the best of him. His hand was now no longer at his holster now, just tensing as he finally walked up to you.

As Billy stepped into the golden light, you finally got a good look at the first human you’ve ever seen besides your aunts. You noted his dark chocolate hair that was messy and damp, his clothes which were dusty and blue like the water flowing through the stream. But it was his eyes that held you there, staring at him with your head turned, mouth slightly opened. You felt like you were drawing. His eyes were magnificent sapphires, so deep and hurt? You could see the pain in his eyes, it was like no other. 

You wondered who had hurt him, wondering if this was fate and love like in the books your aunts brought you back from the town. Would he be the one to return your love song?

Billy watched you with a fascination that mirrored yours. Even then, nothing could stop the onslaught of worry he felt while you stared at him, at his face. All Billy could do was pray you wouldn’t recognize him. You slowly took steps towards him, slowly and carefully as if you were nervous to startle him like a bunny. He took a step forward, meeting you in the middle.

“Howdy ma’am.” His voice softly responded. Your eyes widened, taking a step back.

You were startled, his voice was so deep. It was smooth yet rugged like the feel of the amber drink your aunts had hidden in the kitchen when you thought you weren’t looking. Your aunt's voices were all airy and scratchy, while his was dreamy and prince-like. You pleaded that he would choose you as his princess. 

“Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” Your voice was small and sweet. 

Billy was confused, you surely have seen those infernal wanted posters of his, right?

“Am I supposed to know who you are, cause you sure are staring at me like I should.” You chuckled.

“Sorry, the names William H. Bonney, ma’am.” He smiled, holding his hands in front of himself, still near his gun just in case.

“William H. Bonney,” you smiled, “nice to meet you Mr.Bonney.” You told him your name in return, holding your hand out. Your books had taught you as much but seeing as Billy had looked at you endearingly, it was safe to assume those books were a little dated.

Yet he still took your hand, shaking it. When you thought he was going to let go, he brought your knuckles up to his lips, kissing them gently. Your hands were tiny compared to Billy’s rough and calloused hands. His hands were weathered to the rough feel of rope and the work of a cowboy. Your hands were soft and pillowy in his own. Billy swore then and there that he would do anything to keep it that way.

“Please, I’m no Mister, just call me BIlly.” He let go of your hand and you mourned the feel of his hands against your skin.

“Then It is only fair that you don’t address me as ma’am, I ain’t that old yet,” you giggled. Billy looked at you, the urge to keep talking to him bubbling up inside of you.

“Well then, what’s a darlin’ like you doin’ out here in the woods?” He drawled, shifting his weight.

“Well I just happened to be out on a stroll when I stumbled upon this lovely clearing filled with the most wonderful flowers. I decided to stop and bring home some flowers when I felt a tune bubbling up my throat so of course I just had to sing!” You started to hum the song again, swaying to the sound. Billy chuckled, stepping closer to be near you.

You truly were intoxicating, Billy found himself addicted to you. Your voice, your smile, even the clothes you wore. He loved it, reveled in your presence.

“What a lovely song for a lovely girl.” He smiled, actually smiled. BIlly hadn’t done that in a long time.

“Now, the real question is, when did you happen to stumble on lil ol’ me?” 

“When you were singing. It was a truly lovely song darlin’.” He smiled again, starting to hum along with you. The two of you harmonizing, fully in sync. It was as if you two had known each other forever and not just strangers who had a chance meeting in the forest. He held his hand out to you, urging you with his ocean eyes to take it and dance with him. 

Of course, how could you ever say no to a prince like Billy.

You both started to hum, sing, and sway, laughing as you two danced the rest of the day away. The sky had turned dark by the time you two started to walk back upstream. You had continued to hum as you led Billy back to the cottage that was your whole world.

As your wooden cottage came into view, you turned to Billy to see his reaction. Everything about Billy entranced you, from the way his lips moved when he hummed and spoke to the movement of his hands as he moved.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” 

“And, what a lovely abode it is, princess.” Billy smiled, looking down. He knew what this meant, you were going to go inside and this whole dream would end. He’d never see you again and he would continue his life on the run like nothing had ever happened.

You noticed his eyes stewing, like he was biting his tongue. You aunts always did so when they were hiding something from you. You didn’t want this dream to end either. You didn’t want Billy to leave, leaving you alone in an empty cottage and an even emptier heart. Which is why as you slowly approached the door, you also slowly grew the courage to finally ask him….

“Well, wanna come in?”

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and stay tuned for part two because there is just so much i have planned for this

001 and eleven be like

Art by me lmao

big thank you to eddie munson and steve harrington living in our minds rent free.

finn: “b…i…t..ch”

michael: “what does that spell?”

finn: “piano” *grins proudly*

arthur:…

john: *tries to hide laugh*

tommy: *gets up and leaves*

you: if two plus two equals four…

tom: yes

you: and five plus five equals ten…

tom: uh huh

you: then wtf is this?

tom: a horcrux

t.m.r.—imagine action duo tom and y/n…

Tom struggled against the hold of the two hooded death eaters on either side of him. his usual perfect front curls were damp, and stuck to his forehead. he bit down on his teeth as he stopped his fighting, accepting that he could not escape. it hurt to see him like this.

the snake-like man picked up Tom’s wand that slipped out of his hand during the capture and clicked his tongue.

“tsk tsk tsk…i am disappointed to hear that you don’t like what the future holds for you mr. riddle…” voldemort inspects the familiar wand in his hand, taking a step in toms direction. your breath caught in your throat as the inhuman looking figure stood toe to toe with his past self. the death eaters tightened their grip on you.

“you of all people should know i am not one to anger,” tom seethed, holding his head higher. their noses were nearly touching now—well, toms nose and voldemort’s…face.

“i have years of experiences lived on you riddle. i am powerful. i have an army. i am immortal and soon will have the elderly wand, and i won’t let the teenage version of myself stop me.” the soulless man boasted, barring his rotting teeth. “what would little, orphaned tom riddle do?”

you exhaled sharply through your nose, eyes darting to tom. his head only lifted higher, staring through the man.

“i will eat that ass.”

….um what?

your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. the hooded figures on your right nearly broke his neck, turning to the death eater holding onto tom, who only shrugged in just as much lost.

“what?” voldemort retreated his face from toms and leaned back. but the young man’s look was unwavering. “you heard me”

“beat, you mean beat that ass.” you coughed.

“oh, right…i will beat that ass.” tom grinned. within milliseconds, he used the window of opportunity to headbutt his captive in the face. an elbow came flying to the his companions groin, both of them releasing their hold.

distracted, the man on your right cried out as you pulled his fingers back. pivoting off the ball of your left foot, you sent a round house to the other death eater’s stunned face with just enough momentum for him to fall unconscious.

the other three men groaned in agony, as they struggled to find their wands on the wet pavement. priorities shifted as soon as the sight at the edge of the skyscraper caught your attention. your partner, tom riddle had voldemort cornered, backing into what seemed like a 20 story drop.

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‘you all over me’ Michael Gray x Reader

PAIRING: Michael Gray x Reader

WARNING: Michael Gray being a complete dick, then making up for it in the end, swearing, and drinking

SUMMARY: you were childhood friends turned lovers, but as the boy you once knew became unfamiliar with each visit to the countryside, you reached a breaking point. until you find yourself entrapped by him, all over again. 

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Nothing More // T.M.R.

This is for @crazytwentythrees​​​ because you wanted a 200 word flash fic and this idea was kicking around my head recently. Not a full post/fic per se but hey this is where I’m at tonight 😘💖💖💖

“I’d kill for you,” he promises one night.

This is the sort of untethered, unbridled, almost juvenile passion you’ve come to expect from him. He’ll be calm and quiet and gentle like this, his fingers trailing lightly down your waist and back up again, your head resting on his shoulder, your arms bundled against his chest, and then he’ll just say these things with dark, steady eyes like he’s speaking some natural truth into the world that he needs you to know, something fundamental and unyielding that works on him the same way gravity sinks him into the bed beside you. Immutable.

“I don’t want you to kill for me, Tom,” you smile patiently, taking a drowsy breath and settling closer into him. He’s unimaginably comfortable and your leg slides up his to rest on his hip, it’s hopelessly addicting to sleep pressed up against him like this.

“But I would,” Tom says quietly, his fingers brushing your hair.

“Don’t,” you murmur, sleep coming fast. “There’s about a billion better things you could do.”

“Like what?”

“Just live.”

There’s a second where, even with your eyes shut, you can tell that his brow furrows. “What?”

“Just live. Just you and me living. It’s enough.”

His head dips, his mouth presses to the slope of your shoulder, and when he takes in a long, slow breath you sink with his chest as he exhales. “I’d like to do more than that.”

“There’s nothing more than that,” you mumble.

Tom’s lips appear gentle against your cheek and you’re slipping into sleep, his hand glides up your thigh and he draws you closer against him, stomach to stomach, heart to heart.

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ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

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im not even gonna cap the silas-syphilis line is what inspired this whole fic 😂

instant family (t.m.r.)

parent figure tom? pretty short with a lil sum sum at the end. there’s not enough dad!tom content so I tried to make my own. dad!tom makes me think of two people– edward father cullen (first part) and Klaus daddy michaelson (second part). anyway…

“hand me the child.” you would have happily obliged if the crying baby wasn’t already seized from your arms. you were about to go off on him, but the site in front of you softened the crease in between your eyebrows. strong forearms cradling the length of the baby’s body, and a hand impressively supporting the neck and head. you have never seen tom so delicate, yet protective. it was almost funny seeing tom and his tall ass self with such a small little thing.

“you do small bounces,” tom demonstrated, the infants cries lowering to heavy breaths of sniffles.

your pride usually would’ve gotten the best of you, pushing you to say something along the lines of not needing toms help. the first two days he avoided the child like it had the plague. he didn’t even want to take in silas in the first place.

“please tom, walburga is my friend, and you know how her family is. the Black family won’t have a scandal. the baby has nowhere to go!” he finally agreed, but made it clear he wanted nothing to do with the baby. you knew what you were getting into. tom not being the biggest fan of children was never news. he didn’t hate them, but he didn’t seem like one to volunteer at a nursery either. maybe it was because he was forced to be around them growing up at Wool’s…that’s what you figured.

“and white noise, they like that,” he added, voice no louder than a whisper, eyes focused on silas’ face the whole time. you stood there mouth gaping like a fish. the baby had been bawling for hours. you tried feeding him, shaking his one toy left from his mother, and nothing seemed to satisfy him for more than two minutes. he did seem to have fun pulling on your hair until he nearly scalped you, forcing you to open his little hand. that’s what really upset him. and here comes tom riddle who apparently not only talks to snakes but also speaks baby.

“how are you so good at this?” you spoke softly, mimicking toms tone. you gently placed a hand on his shoulder to take a peek at the baby who was fighting sleep as if he had other places to be.

“at the orphanage, there was a newborn named gabriel.” the words came out of toms mouth effortlessly. the few times he talked about his time in london were not of detail. and he was usually much more guarded and careful with his delivery. “because of the war, the orphanage didn’t have the staff to take in another child, especially an infant. so i looked after him,” silas coo’d and stretched his small arms, twisting in toms arms. he settled down soon after, sleep winning.

you were lost at words. tom didn’t like sympathy he saw it as pity. you didn’t want to push more questions either. his vulnerability to talk about Wools was enough really.

“thank you for sharing that with me my love,” the best you could do, as you leaned into his arm watching the baby’s sleeping form. tension released from toms shoulders.

“rest now, syphilis,” he whispered, running a hand over the infants small head. you smiled at his affection, then lifted your head abruptly to look at your partner.

“tom, his name is silas…”

“oh.”

bonus headcannon 

in another life where tom is not so experienced and has a son

tom as a new parent was interesting. he may have read every book in the library on parenting, but let’s be real, nothing could ever fully prepare one for a baby. “oh no, no stop crying. y-y/n! come here! it’s crying!” he panicked, relief crossing his face the moment you walked in.“it??”

but seeing tom not being perfectly good at something was amusing. well, maybe not for him though…“it’s not going on,” tom says says in between grunts. he was currently trying to twist the baby’s foot into the shoe. his son just sat there like a sack of potato’s staring down at his father helplessly. “and he’s not even helping!”

although he did get frustrated at times, tom riddle discovered that parenthood is not a task, but rather a journey. and there were definitely rewards in addition to being a dad. “you should’ve seen it, he was crawling!” you dropped your bag onto the couch and walked toward him. “really?! where i wanna see!” tom grinned excitedly. “right over…oh no where did he go…” tom whipped his head around looking for the toddler. the familiar mop of curly black hair was spotted near the staircase, crawling at superhero speed. “no no no stairs is next week’s lesson!”

of course, what is a riddle heir without a father that wishes nothing but success for their child? “my son, one day you will rule the masses…” he spoke softly to the one year old passed out in his arms. “tom…” you warned.

ahh i love you queen !! papa tom for da win 😩

instant family (t.m.r.)

parent figure tom? pretty short with a lil sum sum at the end. there’s not enough dad!tom content so I tried to make my own. dad!tom makes me think of two people– edward father cullen (first part) and Klaus daddy michaelson (second part). anyway…

“hand me the child.” you would have happily obliged if the crying baby wasn’t already seized from your arms. you were about to go off on him, but the site in front of you softened the crease in between your eyebrows. strong forearms cradling the length of the baby’s body, and a hand impressively supporting the neck and head. you have never seen tom so delicate, yet protective. it was almost funny seeing tom and his tall ass self with such a small little thing.

“you do small bounces,” tom demonstrated, the infants cries lowering to heavy breaths of sniffles.

your pride usually would’ve gotten the best of you, pushing you to say something along the lines of not needing toms help. the first two days he avoided the child like it had the plague. he didn’t even want to take in silas in the first place.

“please tom, walburga is my friend, and you know how her family is. the Black family won’t have a scandal. the baby has nowhere to go!” he finally agreed, but made it clear he wanted nothing to do with the baby. you knew what you were getting into. tom not being the biggest fan of children was never news. he didn’t hate them, but he didn’t seem like one to volunteer at a nursery either. maybe it was because he was forced to be around them growing up at Wool’s…that’s what you figured.

“and white noise, they like that,” he added, voice no louder than a whisper, eyes focused on silas’ face the whole time. you stood there mouth gaping like a fish. the baby had been bawling for hours. you tried feeding him, shaking his one toy left from his mother, and nothing seemed to satisfy him for more than two minutes. he did seem to have fun pulling on your hair until he nearly scalped you, forcing you to open his little hand. that’s what really upset him. and here comes tom riddle who apparently not only talks to snakes but also speaks baby.

“how are you so good at this?” you spoke softly, mimicking toms tone. you gently placed a hand on his shoulder to take a peek at the baby who was fighting sleep as if he had other places to be.

“at the orphanage, there was a newborn named gabriel.” the words came out of toms mouth effortlessly. the few times he talked about his time in london were not of detail. and he was usually much more guarded and careful with his delivery. “because of the war, the orphanage didn’t have the staff to take in another child, especially an infant. so i looked after him,” silas coo’d and stretched his small arms, twisting in toms arms. he settled down soon after, sleep winning.

you were lost at words. tom didn’t like sympathy he saw it as pity. you didn’t want to push more questions either. his vulnerability to talk about Wools was enough really.

“thank you for sharing that with me my love,” the best you could do, as you leaned into his arm watching the baby’s sleeping form. tension released from toms shoulders.

“rest now, syphilis,” he whispered, running a hand over the infants small head. you smiled at his affection, then lifted your head abruptly to look at your partner.

“tom, his name is silas…”

“oh.”

bonus headcannon 

in another life where tom is not so experienced and has a son

tom as a new parent was interesting. he may have read every book in the library on parenting, but let’s be real, nothing could ever fully prepare one for a baby. “oh no, no stop crying. y-y/n! come here! it’s crying!” he panicked, relief crossing his face the moment you walked in.“it??”

but seeing tom not being perfectly good at something was amusing. well, maybe not for him though…“it’s not going on,” tom says says in between grunts. he was currently trying to twist the baby’s foot into the shoe. his son just sat there like a sack of potato’s staring down at his father helplessly. “and he’s not even helping!”

although he did get frustrated at times, tom riddle discovered that parenthood is not a task, but rather a journey. and there were definitely rewards in addition to being a dad. “you should’ve seen it, he was crawling!” you dropped your bag onto the couch and walked toward him. “really?! where i wanna see!” tom grinned excitedly. “right over…oh no where did he go…” tom whipped his head around looking for the toddler. the familiar mop of curly black hair was spotted near the staircase, crawling at superhero speed. “no no no stairs is next week’s lesson!”

of course, what is a riddle heir without a father that wishes nothing but success for their child? “my son, one day you will rule the masses…” he spoke softly to the one year old passed out in his arms. “tom…” you warned.