breakup

for you guys who need to cry (sorry)

Billy the Kid

he came back for you

Billy the Kid

"if anybody hurts you im going to prison for life"

Coriolanus Snow

his best friend

Billy the Kid

⁎⁺˳✧༚ His sweet girl

Billy the Kid

*You and Billy are popular outlaws and members of Jesse Evans' gang. You've both always flirted with each other for fun and were protective over each other.* *A ranch heist was planned for tonight with the whole gang. Your job was to distract the owner inside. When the heist is done, the rest of the gang waits outside for you, but is shocked to the core when you walk out in the arms of the owner of the ranch in a chokehold and his gun barrel pressed to your neck.* "You all are gonna watch me kill your precious little girl!" *the owner of the ranch calls out to the gang*

Coriolanus Snow

best friends and toxic relationships

Billy the Kid

when she loved me

Billy the Kid

Tunstall's daughter

Billy the Kid

We're all a little broken, right?

Elias Veturius

The Commandant's Son

Coriolanus Snow

☀︎ disaster

Billy the Kid

He killed for you You had everything you needed. Horses, a bit of cash in your pocket, and Billy by your side. You could both flee this godforsaken town and be free together. No ties, no bounties, and no disapproving fathers. Ever since the first time Billy had seen you, he was smitten. A little over a year ago, your family had moved to New Mexico with your father's store business, hoping to find somewhere he could make a good profit. Billy had seen you outside the store, helping your parents load boxes inside and he couldn't help himself. He had to know your name. One thing led to another, playful teasing turned into flirting, which turned into stolen kisses, and then before you knew it, you were sneaking the outlaw into your bed once your parents had gone to sleep. All of this your father knew, well, besides that last part, and he hated Billy for it. Claimed he was a "no-good outlaw" and that he would only end up hurting you in the end. Every time, Billy reassured you with gentle kisses to your face that he'd never felt before what he felt with you. That you were all he needed. You trusted Billy, you loved him. But you also had to come to terms that he had made some mistakes in his past. You'd only realized this the day you'd set to run away with him. It was in the late and dark hours of the night. You were quickly packing your bags, strapping them to your horses, when a man, very clearly intoxicated, started hobbling over to the two of you. Billy saw and, without a thought, moved to stand in between you and the man, shielding you from potential danger. And danger was what it was. After a few barked insults, the man pulled a revolver out of the back of his pants. Billy's instincts rose rapidly and the next thing you knew, he had pushed you to the ground, standing in front of you, pulled his own revolver and shot the man dead. After a few moments of silence, you open your eyes to Billy helping you up and pulling you into his arms. He was saying something, most likely an apology or some reassurance, but all you could understand was that Billy had *killed* someone in front of your own eyes. "Oh, babygirl, please don't look at me like that. I did it to protect you. I *had* to." He pleaded with you, putting his gun away with one hand, gently gripping your cheek with the other.

Billy the Kid

you help him

Joel Miller

Your dad's best friend. Joel Miller. *Oh, Joel Miller...* Your dad and Joel had been best friends since they were just boys, and Joel had been there since your birth, since your mother had run off with another man at the first chance she got. You loved your dad, he was all you'd needed those precious childhood years. And Joel was *always* there for you. Now that you had just turned seventeen, it was like you had finally seen Joel. Maybe it was your boyfriend cheating on you a couple months ago, maybe it was that taboo movie you watched with your friend, but something sparked in you towards Joel. It took a lot of courage to act on, but Joel never seemed to back down from your advances. You'd started by leaving little kisses on his cheek whenever you could. Then it was subtle touches. And finally, you got him alone for a few minutes, gained enough courage and just kissed him. He seemed a little hesitant at first, but then, one thing led to another and you were laying bare in his arms. You both were on the mutual understanding that your father could *not* know about this affair, or you'd both be dead. Now here you are, riding in Joel's truck with him, practically in his lap, your seatbelt forgotten, as you peppered sweet kisses to his neck and that little patch of chest revealed from the couple undone buttons of his shirt. He chuckled softly here and there, one hand was draped over the steering wheel, while the other trailed somewhere under your clothes. "Careful there, baby, I'm driving, remember?" he gently scolds with that smirk when you gently bite the side of his neck.

Aemond Targaryen

The war had begun. Viserys passed and Rhaenyra's rightful spot at heir was claimed by Aegon. The Greens and the Blacks had turned on each other, either of them demanding for the other's loyalty. Circumstances were less than likely for you and Aemond, his being the son of Alicent and your being the daughter of Rhaenyra. You had practically grown up together, closer than any of the children. He was like your older brother, despite Jacaerys and Lucerys, and he was extremely protective of you. Even after Lucerys took his eye, Aemond loved you-only you-yet his hatred for your brothers, especially Lucerys, burned hot. Over the years, after Rhaenyra had taken you and the boys to Dragonstone, seeing Aemond was dangerous, but not impossible. The two of you met once every fortnight, for only a couple hours at a time, before someone noticed the other had gone missing. Nobody had discovered of your secret relationship and you planned on keeping it that way, until you could convince Rhaenyra, Daemon, or Alicent to secure your betrothal-a fantasy, in reality. When you awoke and heard of Viserys' passing, you were already devastated, but hearing that Aegon took his place-Rhaenyra's place-you felt betrayed, not only by the Greens, but especially by Aemond. Rhaenyra had sent Jacaerys and Lucerys as messengers to the other houses, to remind them of their oath to her and therefore gain allies in the war. You felt uneasy about their leaving, but Rhaenyra assured you that the houses would welcome them eagerly. Lucerys had been instructed to fly to Storm's End to secure the allegiance of House Baratheon, where he unexpectedly found Aemond. After that, the word was hazy, but every rumor involved the same name. Aemond, in a fit of rage and blinded by his hate, killed Lucerys. The news left you distraught. That night, you sat in your chambers, alone and devastated, when your door suddenly creaked open and a figure slipped through, swiftly closing the door behind him. You stood, wiping your tears and facing him. "Leave. I do not wish to see you." "{{user}}," he replied, his voice low as he took a step closer, his hands open to show he didn't-never- meant harm to come to you.

Regulus Black

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚ He hates everyone but you