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Billy the Kid x b!woc reader
Being the pastors daughter meant you had to always be on your best behavior, never stepping off the right path, walking the straight & narrow path, and her eyes towards heaven. That was until a certain outlaw rode into your life, and taught you sometimes it okay to have a taste of hell with a little bit of heaven.
AN: readers last name is Bennett.
Word count: 1.3k
Hereβs the link to part 2 & part 3
Divider by saradika
It was the same schedule: Wake up, pray, work, eat, give thank, sleep, repeat. It had been the routine for 20 years. Well, maybe just for you. The family consisted of her mother, father, 2 brothers, Michael and John, and then yourself. Father raised the 3 of you to have unwavering faith and trust in a higher power no one would see while you were still alive. In a way, if offered stability to your family, and yourself.
But it also came with rules, which in your case, sucked, especially being the only girl in the house. You werenβt allowed to go out late, while your brothers could come home as late as early morning. Your father wanted his βlittle girlβ to be, as he said βthe gem of the Bennett nameβ , and for the most part, you didnβt know what else to be, other than a farmer.
The town you resided in had enough fertile soil for people to grow their food, there was even a lake not too far from town with a few trees close by. You used to swim there, before some men decided to ransack the town. That night everyone met in the church since the raiders burnt the town hall to the ground. That very night the leaders of the community, including your father, all agreed to hire mercenaries to keep the town safe.
If this wasnβt desperation, you didnβt know what else it could be.
When everyone got back to the farm, you and your brothers questioned your father. His only excuse was βThere are some times in which we canβt wait for God to save usβ, and there was no further argument. βThis is something we canβt pray our way out of, child! Maybe one day youβll understand.β He shouted, making you shrink.
The next day you woke up early on the property and walked over the kitchen, where Michael was packing up a bag along with your other John. βWhatβs the occasion?β You asked. βPa told us weβre going with him to meet the mercenaries the next town over.β Your brother, Michael said in a rushed tone, sitting down to stuff his belonging in a bag. βYou never told me that.β You said, walking towards him. βWell youβre not my mother.β He said, not looking up at you. βBut I am your sister, and older than you.β You added.
βBy 5 minutes.β He said, smiling up at you. Your mother had given birth to you first on a winter day, and then Michael a few minutes later. You didnβt know if it was the fact you two were born on the same day or being twins, but you were closer to Mike then you were John.
βAre you two bickering again?β Your mother said, walking in. βWe were just saying our goodbyes, Dove and I.β Mike said, putting on a smile and slinging his arm around your neck.
You had adopted the nickname Dove after your 10th birthday by your father. To him, the name symbolized what he wanted you to be: pure, innocent, peaceful. For the most part, you were pure, you didnβt have a choice to be anything but, being the pastors daughter and all. A part of you didnβt mind being stamped as βHolyβ but that also meant you didnβt have the same freedoms or privileges you wouldβve loved to have.
You were snapped oh of your train of thought when your father came from outside and called for your brothers. Three horses were already set up, belonging to them. None for you. βWeβll be back by the end of the week.β He said, kissing your mother goodbye, and then waking to you. βBest behavior, my dove, as always.β He said, kissing your forehead before riding away, your brothers behind him.
The next few days were full of chores, errands, and work. And boredom. Then came the day they were expected back, your mother stood next to you. βPenny for your thoughts, honey?β Your mom asked, making you nod. βHe means the best for you.β She said, putting her hand on your shoulder, trying to stick her point. βHe just doesnβt want to see you-.β βAct out of line? Have fun? Have a real life?β You interrupted, looking at her. βYou know thatβs not what I meant, love.β She said, putting some of the vegetables that were grown in a basket.
βHere, take this, throw them out, and get some air.β She said, basically leading you out of the room. βAnd honey?β Your mom called, making you look back, βWe only treat you with different rules to keep you safe.β After throwing the vegetables out, you looked towards the town, and sighed. βSafe my god given ass.β You mumbled to yourself, walking towards the lake for the first time in a while.
There was a cool breeze coming from the lake, one that you took in with a content look on your face. You laid down in the grass and took a deep breath in, before closing your eyes. After a few minutes, all you could hear was the breeze blowing and the rustle of the leaves. It almost drowned out the noise from the town, as well as the noise in your head. It even almost drowned out the sound of the twig that snapped behind you. Almost.
Your head snapped behind you to see a tall slender boy leaning on a tree staring at you, a small smirk on his face. From his face alone, you could tell he wasnβt a local, you couldnβt even recognize him. You looked him over, his rough appearance a clear sign he wasnβt one to walk over. But his eyes were the most enchanting part of him. Those blue eyes drew you in like a siren to a sailor. And as much as you wanted to drown in them, you knew shook out of the trance; who is this man?
βYou new around here?β You asked, breaking the silence. He looked you up and down, before meeting your eyes with a wolfish grin, chuckling to himself. βYou could say that.β He said, looking deep in your eyes. βIβm Billy.β You nodded your head toward him, βNice to meet you, Billy.β βSo whatβs your name, honey?β He asked, the smile never leaving his face. βIβm Bennett.β You said, holding out your hand. Billy then took your hand and then kissed it, βYou must be the pastors daughter, you and your brothers have the same eyes.β
Here we go again
He then smirked to himself, βIf I may, humor me Ms. Bennett.β You immediately turned back around and looked at the water, βI doubt I could make you shut up anyway, so go on ahead.β You said, making him huff out a short laugh.
βWhatβs a lady like you doing by herself?β Billy asked, looking over you with a curious look in his eyes. βLike myself, huh? Whatβs that supposed to mean, cowboy?β You asked, not looking away from the water of the lake. You then heard his footsteps get closer, and then he was right behind you.
βI thought the pastorβs girl would know it would be safer to stay close to the house of the lord, than out here with her back turned, vulnerable.β Billy said, and you could see his shadow cover your frame, making you turn around, holding your shawl closer to your body, covering your shoulders.
In the moment you turned around, his eyes didnβt hesitate to look over your face, and then your body. Billyβs eyes went down to your neck and chest, making no effort to avert his gaze. βWhat a beautiful ring,β He said, getting your attention,β You engaged?β βNo, itβs my purity band.β You said, holding it out so he could get a better view, and hoping he would leave you alone.
Instead, you saw a new look in his eyes.
One that let you know he wouldnβt leave you alone.
Interest.
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