part two will be posted eventually TRUST im just so preoccupied w the holidays and work right now my mind is moving at snail pace when i have downtime😭
I LOVE your writing I get so excited when you post! Could you write something about rivals taking Billy’s Girl and him going CRAZY till he gets her back? And then the comfort after that🥹
ooo ough oh my god he would go insane like i truly mean he would level an entire city for you if he had to
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the moment he finds you in the back of the house, bound to a chair and gagged, his emotions begin a war inside of him. he’s so filled with rage that his hands shake and his teeth with ache in the morning from clenching them so hard. blood is splattered across his shirt, flecks drying on his cheek from the men he’d gunned down and fought just to get in here, and here you finally were.
he lost track of how many rounds he’d fired. all he knows is that he’d dropped several bodies. if he counted, he would realize he’d taken out the entire gang who had plotted to take you and hold you for ransom with the eventual goal to turn in the famous outlaw. there was no way in hell billy would ever let that happen; he’d lay his life down in a heartbeat to keep you safe and sound.
“baby,” he breathes, voice trembling. he rushes over and makes quick work of untying you, releasing the handkerchief tied around your mouth to keep you quiet.
“oh, baby i’m so sorry,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms. he can feel you shaking like a leaf, but you hug him so tight he thinks his ribs might crack; not that he’d care anyway. “i should have been faster, i should have known sooner that you—“
“shhh, billy. i’m okay. i’m fine, you’re here,” you soothed, clinging to him. he can feel your fingers digging into his back hard enough to bruise. he hopes they do, honestly. he wants any mark you leave on him.
“m’gonna get you home, okay? never gonna let you out of my sight. never, you hear me?” he shrugs off his outer flannel shirt, dressing you in it and pulling you in again to press a long and lingering kiss to your forehead. billy keeps you tucked into his side, leading you to the front door.
“i need you to close your eyes, darlin’,” he says, stroking your hair. “don’t want you to see…any of this. okay?” he doesn’t want you to see any of the trail of gore he’s left. you’re too sweet, too innocent to ever be subjected to the sight of such violence.
you nod and squeeze your eyes shut, but as he leads you outside, the sharp metallic scent of blood hits your nose and you suddenly understand just why exactly he doesn’t want you to see. things had gotten very intense, you knew this. billy was a dangerous man. he had been since the day you met him, but it never bothered you. you weren’t even sure if it bothered you now, when he was so kind and gentle with you.
he helped you up onto his horse and climbed on behind you, slipping his arms around your waist and clicking his tongue to get the animal to turn and head the other direction. after a few minutes, you felt his nose nudge your shoulder.
“you still got those eyes closed?”
you nodded, leaning back into his chest even more.
“you can open ‘em now, pretty girl. nothing bad to see out here,” he promises, kissing your cheek. your eyes flutter open and the sky above is a deep navy blue, clouds just beginning to glow with the promise of a sunrise.
“never gonna let anything bad happen to you ever again, i promise. i’m so sorry,” he whispers. you shake your head and turn to glance up at him behind you. billy stops his horse and drops one of the reins, lifting his hand to hold your chin gently.
“it’s okay, billy. i’m okay. you got there just in time,” you assure him. your eyes scan his face, now noticing the dried blood in a splash pattern on billy’s jaw. the way his bright blue irises looked stormy still, the tension in his body still tight. his thumb caresses your bottom lip, his face softening.
he looked down at you for a long moment before dipping his head, resting his forehead against the back of your shoulder. your violent man, your outlaw, your gunslinger. william h. bonney, billy the kid, wasn’t afraid of anything. that’s what most people assumed; but he was terrified of anything happening to you, his sweet angel. his darling girl who kept him sane.
“billy?” you whispered. you felt him him, his chest vibrating against your back. “take me home.”
oh im sick. oh im sobbing writhing on the floor because he would so do this. and now im thinking about how he lost his mom and brother and dad and just how batshit insane he would be if something happened to his girl goodnight
You need to get home before your parents start to question what you’re up to in the hours of night but Billy’s eyes are staring at you with the most sincere and sickeningly sweet look.
Billy knows you love his eyes and his deep eye contact and unwavering gaze makes you feel weak in the knees.
You can’t resist his plead for more kisses before you go so of course you give in.
You’re tucked away in his little cot at the camp him and his boys set up, a few more moments of privacy left between you as you gently cradle his face in your hands, giving him a small peck.
He raises his brow at you, “you I didn’t mean a kiss like that, sweetheart,” his voice is low and a little scratchy, his hand placed on your side and gently nudging you forward until your nose bumps against his.
“I know,” you say, kissing the corner of his mouth and billy realizes you’re toying with him.
He dips his head to your ear, kissing it softly and whispering, “I’ll beg ya if I have to, sweetheart.”
You smile, feeling your face heat up and you gently pat his cheek, locking eyes with him once more. “Billy? Beggin’? I gotta hear it.”
He lets out a small chuckle and leans back to your ear, kissing below it, “please kiss me, babydoll…i need it…’m gonna miss you so much tonight…need somethin’ to dream about…please…” he kisses your earlobe then moves back to face you, a smile playing at his lips.
“Well? Was that good enou-“
You kiss him hard, holding his face firmly in your palms, and relaxing as he wraps his arms around you tighter, tugging you close to him.
Billy kisses you like he’ll never see you again. He’s pouring everything he has into it, nipping at your bottom lip, consuming every single part of you from just the kiss until you break away for a breath, leaning in one more time to capture your lips on his. For one more taste.
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