;ASLDKJ YES YEEEHAWWW . i downloaded this for posterity😌
Price x f!reader (Bird) | Cowboy AU
Wordcount: 590
a/n: picture is Side by Side by Glen Dean, not representative of reader, I'm just adding it because I based this drabble around it. Considering all the suffering I've put them through so far, I tried to make this as tender as possible. Set sometimes in the near future (of current story)
Writing Prompt Masterlist
John Price was a brutal, cruel man.
Something your mind could acknowledge, even as your heart ignored it. And out here, far from what most would consider civilization, where living often feels like a cruel notion, the roughness of his sins offend you less each day.
This heart compromise is necessary, what with the man working his way into something more than passing acquaintance. A thorn in your side. Still, you sigh at the sight of him as he crests the hill, pretending not to notice as he positions his horse to block the trail.
“Was lookin’ for you.” He says as you draw near. You wonder what trouble his men have found this time.
“I dare say you’ve found me,” it’s said with a thin smile. Your trip was a success, and you were in high spirits.
“Shouldn’t go off on your own.” His eyes drop to the cane secured with your saddle bags. A touch of guilt poisons his stare.
“Had to trade for supplies. Nothing I haven't done a dozen times before.”
You’d struck up a personal trading agreement of sorts with Sally, a nearby Hochungra woman. Only downside was the time it took to reach her. “Let me by.”
He pulls at the reins to make a gap, but grabs your hand as you go to pass. Should’ve swatted him away, but you don’t, and his thumb caresses the rubbed raw skin of your palm. It's unfair how your body betrays you. Your whole arm tingles, and you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips.
“The cane’s handiwork.” Your jut your chin out while your face blazes with heat. “Just need to toughen my palm.”
“Have any gloves?”
You did, once upon a time. Had to sell them to pay for an urgent telegram. When you don’t answer, he reaches into the pocket of his old duster, fishing out a pair of leather gloves. Old, but well kept.
“They won’t fit.” They dwarf your hands.
“Sell ‘em. Get new ones.”
You wonder if this new kindness is born strictly from guilt. A twist of your gut tells you otherwise, but thinking this way makes your own heart easier to live with. He grasps your hand gently and lifts it up. Those harsh blue eyes look at you over the back of your hand, searching, appraising. Pleading, perhaps. Saying things that his pride would never let him say with words.
“John…” Your warning is soft, and you have no fight to give. No fight you want to give. His lips touch your palm with a feather light kiss. A shiver runs through you, pebbling your skin with goosebumps. Affection swells within your chest, loosening that last knot of resentment. He cups your hand in his, moving away from your injured palm to press a more fervent kiss to your wrist. You lose yourself in the moment and let a weakness settle in, wanting nothing more than to sigh into his arms. Being wanted so plainly is intoxicating, and grief and loneliness provide you with a weak defence against it. As you caress the side of his face, he leans into your touch, seeking whatever fragile affection you're able to give.
It’s altogether too much. As you tense, he sighs in frustration and pulls back. Your hand remains in his, connected by the faintest brush of fingers.
“Tell me to go.” His tone is low and gruff, belying the tenderness of his desire.
You close your eyes and sit tall in your saddle. Even if you wished to speak, emotion chokes out your words.
What a frustrating thing, to love this man.
57 notes
·
View notes
5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?
You didn't say any specific OCs so i'm guessing i can pick freely
well Sage Solace is most definitely not new to committing unspeakable acts to get what he wants, he has no qualms with putting other's lives on the line if it's what it takes to achieve his goals nor does he care for his own wellbeing, putting himself in near death situations on a near daily basis
however, even the worst of men have lines they won't cross, and sadly for Sol over here, his biggest weakness is his nature
47 notes
·
View notes
oh bury me not on the lone prairie (series masterlist)
Taskforce 141 - Cowboy AU - f!reader
Read on AO3
Things to note: The series references death of a family member, grieving/coping, and period and canon accurate violence/injuries
Part One
You are a doctor on the frontier, and your life of solitude ends abruptly upon the arrival of four strangers one hazy summer night.
Part Two
Do no harm, or so the oath goes. Much easier to keep to a creed in civilized places. Or; four strangers approach you door seeking aid.
Part Three
My contribution to Yeehawgust. "Look me in the eye when you pull the trigger."
Part Four
A man stands over the grave, bathed in dim silver light and shades of blue. He stares at the humble grave marker, his head bowed low. In penitence, perhaps. In reverence.
Part Five
My contribution to Whumptober 2023.
“You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”
Debris | Pinned Down | “It’s broken.”
161 notes
·
View notes