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fiery aces — billy the kid
pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of violence, Y/N usage, arguments, reader is a gunslinger, standard billy the kid warnings.
authors note: hii!! i love this lil blurb sm, thank you anon for requesting this, it is linked here. anyways, i hope you enjoy this!
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Your skin crawled with annoyance as you practically slammed open the bar doors to the place you worked at, going to try and calm yourself down with a cigar and your horse— the two things you claimed you couldn’t live without.
You had worked at this shitty bar in this shitty town for about two years now. Why? You hadn’t had a clue.
You seemed to always convince yourself it was because you didn’t have enough money to— but in reality, it was because you were terrified of change.
But that didn’t matter to you as of now, as you angrily mumbled to yourself about how stupid men were as you went to grab a cigar and a match out of the carrier on your horse.
You lit the match on the underside of your cowboy boot, lighting up the cigar that rested neatly between your teeth and letting the vapor wash your worries away.
“Aye, girl.” A sickening voice broke your peace. “That’s quite a cigar for such a girl like you to be smokin’. A fine horse too..” He reached out to touch your horse and within an instant you grabbed your shotgun out your holster on your horse, cocking it and pointing it at the man.
“Back the hell up,” You harshly spoke, your angry demeanor returning just as quickly as it left.
Billy Bonney was walking through a random town he had walked upon. He was currently on the run after escaping from jail, yet again, and had ended up here— a place where nobody knew him, thankfully. He strolled through, observing what there was and what there wasn’t.
His tranquility was broke when he heard the angry yells of a pissed-off woman, reminding the man of his mother. It didn’t mind him at first— but what did grab his attention was the sound of a shotgun cocking.
His ears pricked up, and he was immediately walking towards where it came from, his hand ghosting over his own firearm.
When he turned the corner that led to the bar, what he saw surprised him. It was the woman he heard yelling— a barmaid, she seemed. She had a cigar loosely hung from her ruby lips, one eye closed as she aimed the shotgun at the man standing in front of her, whom she had been yelling at.
“I asked you what the fuck you were doin’, boy!” You yelled, pointing the gun at him further, your patience growing thin.
The man you were yelling at cowered in fear, his hands up in surrender. “N—Nun’, ma’am, I swear— I was jus’ tryna compliment ya—”
“Do I look like I want your nasty ass compliments, you scrub?” You spat, your eyes trailing up and down his figure in disgust.
Billy watched with admiration on his face. He had to admit; you looked damn gorgeous, especially with that gun in your hands.
“I—I dunno..” He whispered, practically shaking in his boots. Billy’s hands came to rest on his gun-belt, a quiet snicker leaving his lips at the scene before him.
“Well, I fuckin’ don’t. Get on somewhere, you prick.” You lowered your gun, one of your hands coming up to puff at the cigar a couple times before resting it between your fingers. “Don’t come back ‘round here.” You said with a scowl, spitting at his feet. The man shakily nodded before turning to run, a smirk tugging on your lips as you put the cigar back into your mouth.
Billy decided to walk up to you as the man ran away. “I don’t mean no harm,” He held his hands up in surrender as he approached you.
You turned, taking the cigar out your mouth once more, looking at him with a ghost of a smile on your lips. “I saw you watchin’, don’t be coy.. You got alternative motives.” You countered his words easily as you tucked your shotgun back into your horses holster— your spare hand rubbing the animals neck softly.
He went silent at your words, rubbing his neck. “Well, I’d be lyin’ if I said you ain’t impress me.” He slowly spoke. “When I heard you yellin’, I was comin’ over to see if I could be of help— but you had it handled. Just wanted to meet you,” He smiled.
You smiled up at the man, taking another drag of your cigar. “Well, thank ya, sugar.” Your smiled turned into that of a smirk. “Seems like some men ‘round here do got manners, huh. I never would’ve guessed.”
“Hm, makes sense, ‘cause I ain’t from ‘round here, darlin’.” He responded, stepping closer to you.
“Even better,” You said. “Most people in this town are pieces of shit.”
“Then why you still here?” He asked.
“Don’t got another option. Barely any money— no family, no husband.” You shook your head. “I’d probably end up dead in the desert somewhere if I’d tried,” You sighed.
A chuckle left his lips. “Seein’ how you jus’ handled yourself? I’d say you’d be perfectly fine.”
A soft smile broke across your face. “Well, I ain’t sure about all that. I ain’t ever left this town before.”
“Really?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“Surprised?” You took another puff of your cigar.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “You jus’… don’t seem like the type to let a place like this hold you down.”
You sighed. “Well, seems to be that I am. Even if I get more and more fed up of this damn place everyday.”
“Maybe ya just need the right company wit’ you.” He quietly said, eyes flickering between yours as he tested the waters.
Your smile seemed to grow brighter at his words, making his stomach flip. “Maybe you’re right..” You searched for a name.
He tipped his hat down at you in a hello. “Billy. Billy Bonney.”
You giggled. “Well, Mr. Bonney, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You did a sloppy curtsy, making a chuckle leave his lips.
“I think we’ll get on well, Ms. Y/L/N.” He whispered, holding out his elbow for you to take. You took it gratefully, wondering to yourself how you threatening a man’s life led you to this.
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Prove Me Wrong Masterlist
My taglist for this series is Open! If you'd like to be on it just message me or comment on any of my posts that you'd like to be included
Prologue: We're Not Friends
Chapter 1: Trouble With The Iliad
Chapter 2: Cherry Lane Is In My Ears and In My Eyes
Chapter 3: This Is Not a Date
Chapter 4: Looking For Good
Chapter 5: Wheels Go 'Round and 'Round, You're On My Mind
Chapter 6: What the Hell Is Jess Logan Doing
Chapter 7: Pancakes and Meatloaf
Chapter 8: Restless Hearts Sleep Alone Tonight
Chapter 9: I've Been Watching You For Some Time
Chapter 10: That's My Girl
Chapter 11: M.O.O.N That Spells Moon
Chapter 12: Don't Be A Stranger
Chapter 13: The 13th
Chapter 14: Wonderin' Where I Am
Chapter 15: Friends Don't Lie
Chapter 16: Same
Chapter 17: Winds of Change
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