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um someone explain why there are almost no drover fics?! and yes, i am talking about hugh jackman's character in the movie 'Australia' because i fear i have fallen in lust love ☺️
so are we just not gonna talk about it? 🤨
COWARDS.
LIKE HELLO?!!!!! are we seeing what i am seeing?! someone recommend me some good fics pls or i fear i will just have to do it myself 🙂
apologizes for acting feral on main
camping the night
the drover x gn!reader
notes: so guys like WHY ISNT THERE ANY FAN FICS ABOUT THE DROVER??? I SEARCHED BOTH AO3 AND TUMBLR IM SO MAD. i feel like thanos “fine. i’ll do it myself 🗿” type shit. i'm also writing this while im watching the jimmy kimmel interview with hugh and ryan- you can tell im obsessed
warnings: the scene of him bathing only i’m gonna rewrite it sorta?, the sexual tension omfg, hugh jackman (he’s a warning in and of itself in the good way) im not even going to try to attempt to use over the top australian slang since i am NOT australian myself and i do not want to get anything wrong
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“aight, let’s rest up here for the night.” the drover said as you two approached a large tree. it was a frequent spot to stop at on long trips like these to the city.
you followed him, leaving the small group of cattle to graze the little amounts of grass that was around. hopping off your own horse, you hitched him on the tree.
“let’s see about starting a fire- wake up early tomorrow to get a head start.” the drover unpacked his things. you had been accustomed to this life ever since you were a child. your father—joined the war, died. your mother, gotten sick from TB, died. so, this life adopted you instead of the other way round.
luckily, you met the drover at the local bar. who helped you pick your life up and start new—start fresh. he saw your skills on horseback- knew how to herd cattle from your father before he went off to war. you had many skills, as one does, but droving was your strongest.
“hey.” he snapped his fingers in front of your face, which brought you out of your thoughts. “quit horsin’ around. start collecting firewood yeah?" he ordered. "alright- quit your shouting." you protested, "i don't want to hear it, just get to work."
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time passed and night fell quickly. you two spent the night chatting, sharing a meal and everything in between. you always enjoyed the moments you and him had together--small or big. from then on, your feelings for him only grew. which wasn't a surprise. he was caring in his own way- always looked out for the people around him.
you were in your own thoughts watching the cattle--making sure they don't wander off. leaning against the tree while sitting on the floor, barely keeping awake.
you yawned, turning back to the camp to check on drover--you found him bathing. this usually doesn't happen. you've seen him shirtless countless times but nothing like this.
you quickly looked away--leaning back against the large tree. thinking to yourself and processing the sight before you. from what you saw at the sudden glance--he was lathered in the soap, chest to hips. you couldn't help yourself and peeked again, this time you watched each and every little detail.
he picked up a bucket of water he filled earlier--tipping it over his head and letting it pour over his body. you couldn't look away this time. it was like you were forced to watch every second and you didn't mind at all. you barely noticed the heavy breathing coming from your mouth.
the drover turned around but before he could see you taking a peek you returned to your position sitting against the tree. then, footsteps started approaching you, “oh crikey…” you sighed.
the drover was leaning against the tree using his arm, he looked down at you. “you rest, i’ll watch em” he said in a low voice. you looked up and was greeted by his dripping wet frame.
the water soaked the top of his pants, you watched as droplets were still trickling down his chest and over his abs. you were in your own world and you didn’t hear anything he said.
but of course, he noticed. “oi. what’s wrong- ya burnin up?” kneeling down, he held his hand to your forehead—likely because he saw how red you turned in the face. he was so close you could barely function properly.
“i- uh-“ stuttering only escaped your mouth, you needed space. the mere proximity of him overwhelms you. “no- i’m just…” you stood up and he did the same. you were face to face with him again—your plan to distance yourself for air was futile.
you felt his breath on your face, his own body heat adding to your own. “i’m just tired.” avoiding his eye contact, he held your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. “i’m sure it’s more than that.” he said softly, he placed his hands on your exposed arms, the drover felt how the rest of your body was affected by him.
“need a bath of your own to cool down, hm?”
Hugh Jackman - rare HD publicity stills
Australia (2008)
Save a horse, RIDE A COWBOY logan
The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the rolling hills of the ranch. Sweetheart stood by the corral, watching Logan from a distance as he worked with the horses. The man was all muscle and grit, the worn denim jeans clinging to his legs, the sweat-drenched shirt stretching across his back as he moved with ease. He was wild, untamed—just like the land they lived on.
Logan glanced up, catching her watching him. A slow grin spread across his face, and he tipped his hat, the smirk on his lips telling her he knew exactly what she was thinking. She blushed, even though she tried not to. Logan had that effect on her—he always did.
He sauntered over, his boots kicking up dust as he approached, his swagger unmistakable. When he reached her, he didn’t say a word at first. He just looked at her, his gaze lingering on her lips before sliding down her body, taking in every inch of her like he had all the time in the world.
“Been thinkin’ about you all day,” he finally murmured, his voice low and husky as he moved closer, his body towering over hers.
Sweetheart swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. “Is that so?” she asked, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. Logan’s presence always made her feel off balance, in the best possible way.
He grinned, a hand reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch sent a shiver down her spine. “You know it is, sweetheart.”
She could feel the heat between them, a tension that had been building all day. Logan’s eyes darkened, his gaze hungry, full of desire. Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on hers. The kiss was hot, demanding, full of everything they’d both been holding back.
Logan’s hands were rough as they slid down her back, pulling her against him, pressing her body to his. Sweetheart’s hands found their way into his hair, tugging lightly, drawing a low groan from his throat. His lips trailed down her neck, his stubble scratching deliciously against her skin, making her gasp.
“I want you,” he growled against her throat, his voice rough with need.
Sweetheart pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. “Then take me,” she whispered.
Logan didn’t need any more encouragement. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the barn, kicking the door open with his boot. Inside, the hay scattered on the ground cushioned their fall as he gently laid her down, hovering above her.
His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her dress higher as his lips claimed hers again. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them in that moment, their bodies tangled together in the heat of their passion. Logan’s touch was rough, but his movements were tender, every brush of his hand, every kiss, setting her body on fire.
Sweetheart moaned as his lips traveled lower, his hands exploring every inch of her. The barn walls echoed with the sound of their breathless whispers and quiet gasps, the intensity between them growing with every passing second.
When it was over, they lay together in the soft hay, Logan’s arm wrapped possessively around her waist. The stars twinkled through the cracks in the barn’s roof, casting a soft light over them. Sweetheart rested her head on his chest, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their love.
“You’re somethin’ else, sweetheart,” Logan murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back.
Sweetheart smiled, feeling completely content in his arms. “And you’re trouble,” she teased, looking up at him with a playful grin.
Logan chuckled, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?”
She laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “No,” she admitted, her voice soft. “I wouldn’t.”
And in that quiet moment, with the stars shining above and Logan holding her close, Sweetheart knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.
"Just take what you need princess..."
Please, I want to ride him into the sunset 🌄
I meant to post these earlier but whatever.... Unfortunately they're not Logans (don't worry I still have the need/attempt to draw him everyday) but two of Hugh's other characters that I love‼️‼️ Drover was me practicing painting and Vincent was expression practice
Good afternoon
it's happening. i've started working on my first Drover fic (smut). i can't wait to feed all my fellow Drover girlies (gn)!!!! 🤗
