#Ranch owner daughter x ranch hand romance

[masked-alien-lesbian]

HLAW Day 3: AU

Hana Lee as the ranch owner's daughter x OC (Raelyn) ranch hand

Inspired by Taylor Swift's song But Daddy, I Love Him

I just learn these people only raise you to cage you...

Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned

Screaming "But Daddy I love them!"

I'm having their baby

No I'm not, but you should see your faces

I'm telling them to floor it through the fences

No I'm not coming to my senses

I know they're crazy but they're the one I want

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid...

Soon enough the elders had convened....

"Stay away from her"

The saboteurs protested too much

Lord knows the words we never heard

Just screeching tires and true love...

I'll tell you something about my good name

Its mine alone to disgrace

I thought I was finished with HLAW 2024 but I heard this song and it was so Hana x Raelyn coded, I just had to make one more edit.

@hanaleeappreciationweek

@sazanes

@lizzybeth1986

[eowynstwin]

Blackbird, Fly - One

Cowboy Gaz x mail order bride—only, not his. After exchanging letters for half a year with ranching man Hans König, you finally travel out west to marry him. You stand alone on a train platform, whole life in your hands, ready to promise yourself to a man you’ve yet to meet. masterlist ao3 next

You step off the train carrying every one of your earthly possessions clutched in both hands. In one a carpetbag, only half-full, and in the other, a stack of letters tied together with string. A paltry summary of a very small life, you thought months ago, but today you only see how much room is left over where happiness might take root.

It began with an ad in the paper—Widowed Ranch Owner Seeking Tender Companionship—and a mailing address to a livestock town out in the west. Hans König described himself as Austrian, unusually tall, and fair lonesome in a big ranch house with no woman to make it a home. He’d immigrated to the United States as a child, married very young, had no children, and was forced to watch his first wife perish to consumption.

After two years of mourning, he said in the paper, he finally accepted that she would not want him to live and die alone. And thus, if there were any kind-hearted ladies willing to give an old widower a chance, he would promise to take very good care of him.

You’d replied as fast as you could get your hands on paper and pen. The fourth child and only daughter of a tobacco farmer, you hadn’t much else to occupy yourself with. And truly, you hadn’t expected anything to come of it. Proficient in the written word though you were, there was not much else to recommend you. You brought a tiny dowry, skill with a sewing needle, a general knowledge of plants, and mediocre cooking to the bargaining table; he was horse man tried and tested by the challenges of the frontier.

You were under no illusions that you were the most attractive candidate.

Still, you wrote your letter. Described yourself to him as honestly as you could—neither especially pretty nor particularly accomplished, but told by friends and family to be of gentle demeanor and useful intelligence. Forgave him preemptively if he never responded, and wished him the best of luck in his search for a wife.

You’d nearly fainted dead away when his response had arrived as immediately as the next mail wagon. Hans König had addressed you by name, as intimately as if he’d known you for years, and said,

I was very pleased to receive your letter, Miss, and am terribly excited to correspond with you in the future. Although you write that you cannot imagine yourself an appropriate wife for a man of my experience, I myself cannot imagine what more you must need to be such. While I will not do you the discourtesy of making any promises with only my first letter to you, I will tell you truly that I was glad of your introduction, and hope you will grant me the pleasure of knowing you further.

Your whole family had been so excited for his response that Pa had broken out his fiddle after dinner that night, rejoicing already that his little girl’s future was secure.

What followed was a whirlwind half year of romance over letters sent back and forth so fast that you kept running out of ink for your pen. When you’d related this problem to Hans, he’d sent not only an entire box of lampblack ink, but a new steel pen, blotter, and lap desk on which to write.

There is no greater misfortune I can imagine now than to lose the pleasure of your correspondence, he’d written.

Pa had cried that day. Your mother had drawn you close and kissed your hair, whispering a thankful prayer that her baby was going to be alright.

In every letter, Hans demonstrated himself to be a kind man, thoughtful and patient, and as the relationship between the two of you blossomed, you started to believe it yourself. You had long given up on the possibility of marriage, thinking yourself too old and plain by now to offer much to any man worth marrying.

Now you stand alone on a train platform, whole life in your hands, ready to promise yourself to a man you’ve yet to meet.

There are only a few people milling about the station for you to survey. The surest way to pick Hans out from a crowd, he’d written, was by height. He towered over most people, and expressed hope in an early letter that he would not dwarf you too much.

But as you look around, no one stands out above the rest. In fact, the people here aren’t much different than what you’re used to; their simple dress and slight grubbiness prove them to be working folk, the kind you’d expect in a town like this, stockyards visible from the station. Your kind of people—at least normally.

Anticipating this meeting, you’d put on the best dress you own, a light frock with little printed flowers all over it. Your hair is braided and pinned up as fashionably as you could manage early this morning, and you’d even dabbed a little rouge on your lips for the occasion. As far as you can tell you are the cleanest, best-dressed person in the vicinity, and you notice not a few people openly staring.

The thought would usually make you blanch, but right now you hope it will only help your would-be husband to catch sight of you. You still can’t find him—

“Mrs. König!”

You whip your head in the direction of the call. Relief trickles through you, soothing an anxiety you hadn’t wanted to acknowledge yet, and then you see that stepping onto the platform is the handsomest man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Dark skin, warm as a summer’s day. Lips soft and full like a peach fresh-picked from the tree. A serious brow over serious eyes.

Strong and lean in build, with a loose, confident swagger in his step. He approaches, his large, long-fingered hands coming to rest on the buckle of his belt as comes to stand before you.

Tall, to be sure.

But not unusually tall.

This cowboy—profession evidenced by the worn state of his attire—is not your intended husband.

Something in you falls at that.

Swiftly you berate yourself for the betrayal. Your Hans is gentle, generous, kind. So what if this man before you is attractive? Marriages must be built on more, and Hans has already given you more. His looks shouldn’t—don’t—matter to you at all.

“Not as of yet,”you reply to the cowboy, “but soon. May I help you, sir?”

He fixes you with an intense gaze. Up close, you see thick, dark lashes framing even darker eyes—the color of which, you realize, is as black as fresh-turned soil.

The smell of humus fills your memory, powerfully earthy and fresh, such that you could be on your hands and knees with your face to the ground right now. You feel the phantom of it between your fingers; rich and cool, like at the start of the planting season before the rains. So dark and fine as to live between the grooves of your fingertips for days.

“I’m Kyle Garrick,” he says, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m a wrangler for Hans König, miss. He sent me to meet you.”

You blink. The fantasy you’d dreamed up on the train ride—of seeing Hans across the platform, recognizing him instantly, and running into his arms—finally crumbles into dust.

“Oh,” you say.

Kyle Garrick frowns. “You’re disappointed.”

“No!” you exclaim immediately. “No, he must be such a busy man, I couldn’t expect him to drop everything for me.”

The cowboy sucks his lips between his teeth, studying you for a heartbeat, then—“He is busy. Mr. König is finishing preparations for your wedding this evening. That’s why he couldn’t come.”

What disappointment had begun to sprout in your stomach immediately strangles down to the root. Joy surges in your chest like birds taking flight.

“A wedding!”

You didn’t need a wedding, you’d written to him—you were so happy merely to marry him, you couldn’t possibly ask for more. All you needed, you told him, were his hands in yours, promising before God to be your husband for the rest of your lives. You’d meant it, too.

But an actual wedding!

“Biggest the town’s seen in years,” says Kyle Garrick. “Folks haven’t talked about anything else for weeks.”

“Oh!” Then suddenly you despair. “Oh, I’m not dressed at all for a wedding. If I’d known, I would’ve worked on this dress more, I would’ve put my hair up better!”

Kyle surprises you with sudden passion. “You look perfect. You’re the prettiest thing that’s ever come into this train station, miss. This town, even.”

“Oh,” you say again. You flush hot up into the roots of your hair. Embarrassed, you avert your gaze, looking down at his worn roper boots. “I’m not, really. But it’s kind of you to say.”

His hand touches yours, the one holding onto your carpetbag. When you look back up at him, his expression is gentler.

“Mr. König will agree with me,” he says, “I promise.” He eases the handle from your grasp. Up close, he has a comforting smell. Leather, and sweet hay, and campfire smoke.

“You think so?” you ask, tightening your grasp on the letters in your other hand.

He nods. “I do. Now come on—I brought a cart. Let me take you home.”

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[luvfae]

HEARTS IN HIDING

summary: ranch hand billy and the ranch owner's daughter, Y/N, share a forbidden romance, stealing moments and making whispered promises.

fandom: billy the kid

parings: billy x f reader

warnings: brief mention of smut

authors note: i’m backkkkk is it permanent who knows????? but im in love w tom blyth especially billy <3

As the sun rose over the sprawling expanse of Mr. Y/L/N's ranch, Billy found himself knee-deep in the daily grind of ranch work, expecting nothing more than the mundane tasks of shoveling horse manure and mending fences. But what he didn't anticipate was the delightful distraction that awaited him in the form of the ranch owner's daughter—you.

With your captivating smile and eyes that sparkled like emeralds in the morning light, you had a way of turning Billy's world upside down from the moment he laid eyes on you. You made it nearly impossible for him to focus on his work, chatting incessantly about the latest book you were reading or peppering him with questions about his adventurous life.

Despite your father's stern warnings about distracting the workers, you couldn't help but indulge in the joy of conversing with Billy, your heart skipping a beat with each shared moment. But when your father's booming voice shattered the tranquility of the ranch, scolding you for disrupting the workday, Billy felt a pang of guilt tug at his conscience.

As you retreated back into the safety of the ranch house, Billy's heart ached at the thought of being separated from you, even for just a moment. He longed to steal away with you into the quiet solitude of the woods, where you could share stolen moments of passion away from prying eyes.

And when night fell, Billy found himself drawn to your window like a moth to a flame, his heart racing with the thrill of being with you, even if it meant risking everything for just a taste of your love.

"Good morning," your sweet voice echoed through Billy's ear, pulling him from his reverie as he turned to meet your gaze with a warm smile.

"Mornin', darlin'," Billy replied, his heart fluttering at the sight of you. “Did you sleep alright?”

“I would have slept better had you been by my side,” Your teasing words sent a playful twinkle dancing in your eyes, igniting a fire within Billy that burned hotter with each passing moment.

“Y/N! Get back inside, stop distracting poor Billy!” Your father's voice rang out across the ranch, Billy reluctantly tore himself away from you, knowing that your forbidden love could only exist in the shadows, away from the prying eyes of your overprotective father.

You sighed, pushing off the fence. “If only my daddy knew how distracted his favourite rancher was last night when I sucked-“

“Alright, missy. That’s enough,” Billy said, shooing you away.

As you scampered off with a mischievous giggle, Billy couldn't help but feel a pang of longing in his chest, knowing that no matter how hard he tried to deny it, his love was as inevitable as the rising sun. And as he returned to his work with a heavy heart, Billy vowed to cherish every stolen moment with you, no matter the risks, for in your arms, he found his sanctuary amidst the chaos of the Wild West.

© luvfae 2024

[hanaleeappreciationweek]

HLAW 2024: Masterlist

(so much love to @sazanes who made this poster for us!!)

Previous AWs: HLAW 2022 | HLAW 2023

Day 1: Character Appreciation/Throwback

Character Appreciation

Art

A Very Happy Hana by @mxcameronrose/@atlasgoodwin

Lady Hana Lee by @sazanes

Edit

SpreadJoy Quote: Hana Lee by @storyofmychoices

Headcanon

My Top 5 Headcanons for Hana x MC by @uselessgay10101

Fanfic

Winds of Change by @unsettlingconclusions

Moodboard

"You Don't Have To Be Perfect To Be Loved" by @masked-alien-lesbian

Playlist

an eulogy to perfectionism - Hana Lee by @inlocusmads

Throwback

Art

Hana at the Piano by @cassiopeiacorvus

Fanfic

A Blossoming Friendship by @lizzybeth1986

Day 2: Flowers/Fashion Design

Flowers

Art

Hana's Name by @sazanes

Fanfic

A Bouquet for An Angel by @masked-alien-lesbian

Moodboard

The Moodboard that Hopes to Give Hana Her Flowers by @lizzybeth1986

Fashion Design

Art

Hana Wears the MC's Handmade Dress by @mxcameronrose

Fanfic

A Day with Marguerite Thorne by @masked-alien-lesbian

Day 3: Bookworm/AU

Bookworm

Art

Sailor Vega Hana Lee! by @cassiopeiacorvus

A Cozy Night in Bed with A Book by @mxcameronrose

Fanfic

Reader Fatigue by @lizzybeth1986

AU

Art

Hana Lee as Annelyse Adair by @sazanes

Fanfic

Build A Bear Date by @masked-alien-lesbian

Edit

The Ranch Hand and the Ranch Owner's Daughter by @masked-alien-lesbian

Day 4: Competitive Hana/Culinary Love/Music

Competitive Hana

Fanfic

The Cordonian Bake-Off! by @masked-alien-lesbian

Culinary Love

Poem

A Hot Chocolate Embrace by @lizzybeth1986

Music

Art

Rockstar!Hana on the Piano!! by @mxcameronrose

Hana Singing to The Child in Her Womb by @sazanes

Fanfic

"Thank you for sharing your music with me" by @exbex

Day 5: Family/Friendships/Romance

Family

Headcanon

Hana and Kiara's Three Children by @cassiopeiacorvus

Friendships

Art

Best Friends! by @jicklet (Hana & Riley (MC))

Fanfic

Hana Lee: Cordonia's Most Influential Courtier by @mand-delemonde (Hana & Kaela (MC), Hana x Kiara)

Playlist

A Playlist for Hana's Friendships, Romance and Family! by @masked-alien-lesbian

Romance

Art

Wives by @mxcameronrose (Hana x Krystal (MC))

A Kiss After Tango by @sazanes (Hana x Raelyn (@masked-alien-lesbian's OC))

Fanfic

Rose Gold by @lizzybeth1986 (Hana x Kiara)

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[cthulhu-calling]

Take Your Memory With You III

Carol Danvers x f!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader

Summary : There’s never anything interesting that happens in your small town of Rose Briar. But when heartbreak, a beautiful stranger and your past come knocking, there’s nowhere to run.

Warnings : fluff, angst, new love is blooming <3

Author’s Note : okay so my reader is a woc but I’ve tried to make reader’s physical appearance as vague as possible. So, reader is obviously Winnie’s adopted daughter and Bucky’s sister. sorry i've been MIA, i've had a tonne of submissions.

Word Count : 1473

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It’s two whole days before you can motivate yourself to make it to work. Monday morning rolls around with surprisingly warm weather, as if the sun itself is beckoning you out of the house. 

Your mom, though elated, had kept it to herself when you told her about Carol leaving. She’d even come over to cook you some food, taking care of you for that weekend. You didn’t appreciate her meddlesome nature but you were glad she was around to take care of you. You made it a point to invite her over for dinner one day. 

The town was small enough that you could walk almost everywhere and that’s what you did. But there was something different about today. People were greeting you with sad smiles, even the ones who usually didn’t speak to you. 

The moment you walk into the little diner you work at, Cam, the older woman you worked for and the owner of the restaurant, came running at you, pulling you into a hug. She was a tiny woman, barley five feet and ninety pounds but God, that woman could crush you between her bony arms. 

“Oh honey, why did you come in today? After what happened, I’d have let you take the week off,” she says as she pulls away and holds you at a distance so she can get a good look at you. 

“What?” 

“Don’t pretend with me, your mama told me everything,” she admonishes as she leads you further into the kitchen. 

“Of course she did,” you say sarcastically, receiving a swift pinch on your arm.

“Don’t you dare take that tone with me young lady,” she warns, tilting her head towards the sink.

You roll your sleeves up to your elbows, washing and drying your hands before you tie the apron around yourself. 

“Sorry ma’am,” you say glumly, getting a satisfied nod from her.

“You’re on the cash register today, easy work. Let me know if you wanna tap out,” she lets you know, making you sigh. You’re not looking for a fight. The morning starts with the usual rush, and much to your dismay, most of the patrons paying let you know that you’re better off without Carol anyway. You would’ve appreciated it any other day but honestly, the wound was still too fresh. 

It’s around midmorning, once the rush has died down that a woman walks in, a tall man following her in tow. They look a little too alike, making you come to the conclusion that they’re probably siblings. From where you’re stood, you can see the man trying to hit on Brunn, not really receiving much reciprocation. The woman seems embarrassed by the antics of her brother. The diner is mostly empty so you pick up the cheesy Harlequin romance you were reading last night, finding it easy to slip back into the story. It was an old issue, one of your mom’s but still in a readable condition. The plot about an ex-con finding work at a ranch in Wyoming with a less than hospitable owner is a good escape. It’s shallow, the relationship lacking any true depth but it did the job of getting your mind off of things like the many others you devoured the past weekend. 

You’re snapped out of it by someone clearing their throat. The woman from the table stands in front of you. Her long 

“Hi, how can I help you?” you ask in your best customer service voice.

“I was wondering if you could tell me which pie you'd recommend. I’m looking for something that’s not too sweet,” she asks.

“All our pie’s are great but I’d personally recommend the pumpkin pie,” you suggest.

“Great, could you add it to my bill please? And add a thirty percent tip for the lovely waitress too, I can’t apologise enough for my brother,” she says sheepishly as she hands you the crisp bill.

“Sure. Are you guys new in town? I haven’t seen you before,” you ask, fetching her change.

“Yeah, I just bought the old florist shop on River. My brother and I just moved here from Seattle. We arrived only yesterday,” she says.

“Well, I’m Y/n and consider this your official welcome to town,” you say with a bright smile, a real one this time. You hold out your hand and she shakes it. Her hands are soft, manicured to perfection.

“I’m Wanda, that’s my brother Pietro,” she offers. 

“It was great meeting you. I hope we see you back again soon,” you say with a smile, handing her back her change before packing the pie and handing it to her.

“Without a doubt,” she says, accepting the pie and the bill you hand her. She waves goodbye with her free hand, dragging her brother who seemed to be chatting Brunn’s ear off. 

“Glad he’s gone,” she sighs as she walks towards the counter, taking a seat on one of the bar stools.

“His sister just left you a pretty hefty tip,” you wiggle your eyebrows at her, showing her your copy of the bill.

“Maybe they should visit often then,” she huffs with a laugh. 

“Maybe,” you shrug. 

“They just moved here from Seattle. They’re converting old Mrs Schmidt’s florist shop into a dance studio. Well, she’s the dancer. He is a professional twitch streamer which is just a fancy word for saying unemployed,” she tells you. 

“Funny,” you say distractedly. You both get back to work and you mostly forget about Wanda until it’s time to head back home. 

You realise there’s no one waiting for you at home so you might as well wander around town a bit. You stop by at the local grocery store, your town is so small that there isn’t really a Walmart or costco. There you run into Joe Wate, the ‘editor’, of Rose Briar’s very own newspaper, The Stars N’ Stripes (est. 1959). The one Carol used to work for. He’s surprised to see you there, that’s for sure, apparent in his mouth hanging wide open as he puts canned tomatoes into his shopping cart.

“Everything alright Mr. Wate?” you wonder out loud, prompting him to close his mouth and nod his head vehemently. 

“Oh, yes, my dear. I’m just surprised to see you. I thought you’d have left with Carol,” he says her name with such disgust that it honestly shocks you.

“Yeah, we broke up,” you offer awkwardly, causing him to reach out and gently squeeze your shoulder.

“You’re better off without her. Can you believe she thought she was too good for the Stars N’ Stripes? Hah, we’re better off without her,” he boasts even though you and him both know that she was the best journalist he had on his small team of five. The sudden urge to defend her flares up inside you but you push it down. 

“Yeah. Anyway, I should really get going. The grocery list isn’t gonna buy itself,” you say lamely, excusing yourself.

You finish your grocery shopping, mostly consisting of junk food. Once you’re done, you decide to walk around with your groceries in hand, like a goddamn idiot. You’re walking down River when you spot it. The old florist shop-now- dance studio. There still seems to be work going on but all things considered, the place looks pretty great. You find yourself stopping in front of the shop. Staring inside. You don’t realise you’ve been spotted until Wanda is walking towards you. 

“We meet again,” she says, a soft smile gracing her lips. 

“Oh, I’m sorry if I’m in the way of your work,” you bite your lip, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment. 

“Don’t worry about it. I wanted to take a break anyway,” she shrugs and starts to walk, as you struggle to keep up with her with the heavy groceries in hand.

“Do you wanna get some coffee?” she wonders out loud and you nod absentmindedly. You’re distracted by a figure walking alongside the two of you on the other side of the street. The tall, stocky build is eerily familiar. The dark brown tresses are the same as they used to be when you were children. Could it be him? No, it can’t. You don’t believe he’ll be able to show his face around town after what he did. But when he turns his head just slightly, trying to catch a sly glimpse of you, the steely blue eyes give him away. 

Dropping your groceries at the spot, you bolt across the street, his eyes finally meeting yours as they widen. You greet him with a punch, almost knocking him off balance. You clutch your fist that will definitely bruise tonight in your other hand before you spit out with the most venom you can muster.

“How dare you show up here again, dear brother?” 

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Hana and Raelyn Masterlist

Beautiful commission done by the talented @sazanes

Commissions and Requests

Mermaid Hana x Surfer Raelyn done by @sazanes

Chibi mermaid Hana x surfer Raelyn done by @sazanes

Hana x Raelyn Tango done by @sazanes

Chibi version of Hana x Raelyn Tango by @sazane

@sazanes Hana x Raelyn Kiss

Hana facial expression done by @hydn-jpg

Wedding Portrait of Hana x Raelyn done by @mrgabel

First Look at Raelyn - done by @hsslilly-blog

Assassins at the Homecoming Ball - art done by @sazanes story by me!

Proposal ❤️❤️❤️ - chibi Hana proposing to Raelyn ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Picrew Results

Hana x Raelyn kissing

Hana x Raelyn napping as kids

A Redo of TRR series introducing Riley & Raelyn

Hana Meets the Twins (Riley and Raelyn)

A Bouquet For An Angel

Random HC on Hana x Raelyn and Verity x Aislinn

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HCs

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Hana wearing Crowns

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Hana properly dressed for Lythikos

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Hana as Wonder Woman x Raelyn as Blue Jay @korgbelmont edit

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Mood boards

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Hana Character Appreciation mood board

Hana Appreciation mood board 2

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Hana's Pop doll vinyl

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Hana TDG title cards

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