#THANKS SO MUCH FOR LETTIN ME DRAW HIM!!! IM IN LOVE

[crowiin]

10/10 absolute creechur

Why he built like that

[2knightt]

IM SORRY, I KNOW U GOT A REQUEST ON THIS SO MUCH ALREADY BUT…

Your motherly!reader fics are so good 😭! can you pleasee do another? platonic with the gang!! no romance 🥰 thank youu ❤️❤️❤️ your work is amazing btw!

the gang x motherly!reader

!warnings!

1.i did headcanons i hope thats okay😭

2.fem!reader

3.swearing and a small mention of violence.

Johnny Cade ;

like i’ve said before in other fics, he loves you so much.

honestly, you might be one of his favourite people!

when he walks down the street and he just so happens to see a cute flower, he picks it and gives it to you!

when he first met you, he refused to see you when he was injured in anyway. he thought you’d think he was weak and never see him again.

but as time went on, and you showed that you genuinely cared for him, he showed more of his vulnerable side.

johnny likes it when you patch him up now!

he thinks it’s calming, relaxing, and a, ‘nice change of things rather than lettin’ mother nature cure it.’

when he unknowingly/accidentally vents to you about his home life, he does get embarrassed.

he didn’t want you knowing, but when you hugged him real tight and told him sweet nothings?? he teared up ngl.

johnny wishes you could’ve been his mom.

when or if you have kids, johnny wishes they don’t take the, ‘how was your day?’ and the, ‘how’s school going?’ for granted.

because to johnny cade, that would be his perfect fairytale.

having someone as sweet as you to turn his life around, makes him excited to see tomorrow.

Dallas Winston ;

another bitch with mommy issues who is glad to have you.

mrs.curtis was definitely the mother he never had but always wanted and when she died, he was devastated.

but when you came along and started being that mother he missed??? he was both annoyed and over the moon.

he didn’t like that every time you bailed him out of jail, he got an ear full. however, he did like to know verbally that someone cared about him

he doesn’t show you any sort of affection, but he will tell you how he feels when drunk.

“thank you, so much y/n. i-i don’t know where i’d be without you.”

for mothers day, he doesn’t do anything special.

BUT—you didn’t hear this from me, before the clock hits 12, expect to hear like a cute little knock at your door, and open it to see a single flower on the ground with a pack of cigarettes.

dally ran off before you or anyone else could see him.

even though he didn’t sign his name, you knew it was from him. so, next time you see him, say thank you.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

he’s like a toddler around you???

ponyboy definitely pretends to be like, your own bodyguard.

but really, who’s scared of ponyboy?

he tries though!

when he watches a movie and some character reminds him of you, expect that to be the first thing he tells you.

“ya know, when i went to the drive in, you really reminded of this one character.”

“oh? why’s that?”

“well because-“

and now you have to sit there and listen to him.

he’ll draw for you so much :(.

if you tell him your favourite flower, he WILL give you a drawing of it the next day. he’ll stay up all night if he has too!

Sodapop Curtis ;

he’s literally your #2 fan. first place goes to johnny.

he’s your biggest hypeman??? omg???

“gee, y/n! you’re lookin’ real fancy!! gonna get all the guys, eh?”

when ponyboy and darry argue and he just can’t take it anymore, he calls you and asks to come over.

and of course, you say yes everytime.

so please, PLEASE, just let him cry into your arms!!!!

when he’s done, he’ll try to go home but i’m begging you to tell him he’s welcomed to stay the night.

and if he does stay? ponyboy will be at your doorstep too.

he’ll share his famous chocolate cake with you!! he’ll make sure steve doesn’t touch it.

“STEVE THAT WAS FOR Y/N! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

“OH SHIT SHIT SHIT! WE MAKE MAKE ONE TOGETHER! THE MORE PEOPLE THE FASTER THE CAKE WILL BAKE RIGHT?!”

“DO I LOOK LIKE A SCIENTIST??”

Darry Curtis ;

he is so thankful for you i legit can’t stress that enough.

you keep the gang in check, you keep ponyboy happy, and you help him around the house. what more could he ask for?

you legit force darry to relax while you look after the gang to make sure nothing bad happens.

“we’ll be fine, darry. go to bed, your dark circles are gettin’ darker by the minute.”

“yeah super-man! we’ll be fine with y/n!”

“yeah!!”

“fine, but if she wakes me up to tell me about any of you, so god help me.”

if you welcome him home with a newspaper and his favourite cup of coffee after a long day at work, he might ask you to move in.

Steve Randle ;

steve pretends that he doesn’t like you that much.

but he really does. like, the second he hears some soc threaten or insult you? he’s after them.

shit, he might be chasin’ after them in two-bits car while two-bit yells at the person.

he will legit go to war for you if you asked him nicely.

he will rant to you about cars if you let him😭.

he’ll rant to you about anything, honestly.

“and then the old bastard asked for a refund! the ‘no refunds’ sign was right on the door! how could that old bat not see it?!”

“steve! don’t call people that, but yes, it was very rude of that man to do that too you.”

“RIGHT?!”

Two-bit Matthews ;

he forces you to relax and watch mickey mouse with him.

he says it’s for your own good but when really, he just wants to spend time with you without the gang interrupting.

“guys! you’re stressing her out with all your STUPID questions! c’mon, y/n, mickey mouse is calling our names. can’t you hear it?”

“or maybe its the booze you had at 10AM.”

“i will sock you in your fucking throat steve.”

he plays with your hair…he finds it fun!

please tell him how to do some styles so he can go home and impress his little sister :(.

he offers you beer every once and awhile just so he can say he got you to loosen up.

“so y/n…you want some?”

“oh! no thank you, two. you know i don’t drink.”

he calls you mom in a joking way, ya dig?

“momm! steve called me a dumbass!”

“steve, be nice! apologize.”

“what the fuck?!”

author notes ;

1. i like totally rushed near the end LMFAO.

2. i never thought you bitches would eat motherly!reader up like this??

3.are you guys okay??

4.THANK U SWEETHEART OMFG??

5.i think theres no romance??

may 15th, 2023. 6:39PM

[vander-affectionate]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫...

thank you for requesting for my valentine's day event, @conretewings!! i hope i got this right. i absolutely loved your request, i'm crying omg. as promised an approximate 1k fic

warnings: uhh its angsty, it's fluffy, its smutty, female reader, you don't get the end you want people, hints at marriage, there's a handjob, vander has a drawl (lmk if you like that part), unresolved ending. not beta read.

It’s been awhile since you’ve seen him like this..

Vander’s standing in front of your record player, humming along to some of the older records you’d found when you’d spent the day out with im. He’s swaying his lips back and forth, a small smile on his face even as he murmurs a wrong lyric or two. He’s long since shed his jacket and you can’t help stare at him from where he’s poised in the low light.

“Hope yer not lettin’ the food burn,” he flashes you a grin and you turn your attention to pots and pans in front of you.

“If it were you handling our risotto then I would be.” you jest, heart filling the crevices of your chest when Vander harumphs and abandons the sounds of Dean Martin in favor of wrapping his arms around you.

It’s a wonderful feeling to be wrapped in his arms, swaying to old jazz and smooth voices while his drips down your spine and wandering fingers slide underneath your shirt to rub just beneath your breast. You sigh and lean your head back as you watch tomato sauce part for your spoon and leave a temporary path of metal before it smooths over and begins to bubble again. It’s enough to make your stomach rumble against your lover’s palm and he laughs, a deep rasping sound that makes your spine mould back against the dips of his chest.

“I need to plate this,” you hum when he makes no move of releasing you from his hold.

His teeth nip up and up the skin of your neck and warmth bubbles in the height of your chest. The sigh that leaves you feels involuntary and his fingers draw over the soft point of your nipple and you whimper, pushing your chest into his palm as he nips your ear.

“Ya’ve been distracted,” he licks the shell of your ear and you shudder, feeling his thumbs dip to the waistband of your jeans and you tense.

He leans back from your neck to look down at you and there’s a visible frown on his face, his thumbs find the dips of your pelvis and you scramble to turn the stove off only for him to place his hand on the underside of your jaw immediately after. He guides your eyes up to look at him and your eyes fall to the scuff framing his lips that you love so much.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Who knows that better than you? The person that his children ask about, the lover he’s been present and reliable to for much longer than you thought he would, and the one he’ll never let fall asleep before he’s heard you tell him that you love him. The velvet box in your pocket is evidence of how much you love him, how much you need him and want him to stay. His middle finger is near brushing the damned thing and you feel your heart spill over with the thought of that ring adorning his finger and all the love that comes after it.

Your hands pull his from your jeans so that you can kiss his knuckles and your smile offers him little comfort when your eyes seem to droop.

“Just tired…” you hum, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek

“Tired?”

“Not too tired for you though,” you whisper as the zipper to his pants slides open, almost as easily as he lets your fingers dip and cup the bulge once straining his waistband.

His fingers circle around your waist and you tilt your hips only to hide the slender box in your front pocket, too lucky that he’s focused on your face rather than getting your pants off yet another reason you love the man in front of you.

“If somethin’s botherin’ you, ya’d tell me, right?” he stills your moving hand by tugging it half out of his pants almost along with his member, but he doesn’t flinch nor do his eyes flicker away from yours while he waits for you. He brings your other hand from his hip so he can kiss your palm and warmth pricks at the back of your eyes. Surely he deserves the world.

You nod, bringing him down so you can kiss him slow. If only to burn the memory of his warm lips against yours, you kiss him and you curl your fingers into the lows of his hair if only to get him panting into your mouth. You know how to make him fold and hazy in the best of ways, to get him to drop a conversation entirely even if it doesn’t work one hundred percent of the time, but tonight it does.

He takes your answer reluctantly, kissing you once, twice and then a third time before you take over and have him spilling thick ropes into the palm of your hand and onto the floor below. He tells you to go wash up so you can eat with him and he’ll spend the evening smiling at you while you poke around your plate shyly. You’ll spend the evening watching tv where you’ll undoubtedly fall asleep on his chest and he’ll play with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck wondering what’s keeping you from being the brightest you usually are around him. He falls asleep hoping you’ll let him in.

That little velvet box sits in the dark underneath your bathroom sink.

You love him, you do. He’s all the stars and the sun to your moon, but you’re not sure if you could ever be his, too.

What Could've Been: A Valentine's Day Event

[mycupoffanfiction]

Mi Vida

Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader (smut)

Summary: After pushing the love of his life away to keep her safe, Creeper reunites with her when she calls him for help and they end up rediscovering everything they had before and more.

Warnings: Fluff, allusions to an abusive ex but no details, mention of a fight, smut, oral (female and male receiving), unprotected sex.

Word count: Approx 2600

Masterlist

A/N: Hi loves, I have had this idea on my mind for a while and I couldn’t shake it until I wrote it. Writing this made me feel soft, I hope it makes you feel soft too. This fic was partially inspired by a quote I saw ages ago about how the night sky connects everyone and how you can take comfort in knowing that someone else is looking at the stars at the same time as you. If I could remember who I saw this from, I would reference it, but I don’t remember unfortunately! Anyway, sorry for the waffle, I hope you enjoy this 💖 (Gif is my own)

Creeper sat at your side, passing you a hot drink. Sitting out on the steps up to the clubhouse, Creeper felt you lean a little against him as he looked up at the night sky, letting out a sigh. It felt strange to be under the stars at your side again, memories of the two of you sharing many nights watching the stars in each other’s company. “I didn’ think I’d ever see you again.” He admitted, breaking the comfortable silence between you both. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to-.” “Ay, no hermosita, you ain’t gotta apologise, you needed help, I came the second you called.” He interrupted. “I jus’ meant it’s been a long ass time.” Creeper sighed, internally scolding himself for making you think you had inconvenienced him. “It has, too long.” You replied quietly, the words coming out a little hesitant, like you were afraid to admit that to him.

Glancing down at you, Creeper gently rested his hand on your knee, watching as you took a sip of your drink. You felt his eyes on you, lifting your gaze to meet his and Neron gave you a soft, half smile. His eyes left yours, trailing over the remnants of your earlier altercation with a persistent ex that had been the cause of your reunion with Creeper.

He hated that you had been hurt, he hated that someone had laid their hands on you, leaving marks, cuts that went deep. “You know he won’t hurt you again, don’ you?” Creeper asked, watching as your eyes went wide. “Shit, is he- did you-.” “He ain’t dead, if that’s what you’re askin’.” Creeper couldn’t help but chuckle. “We just roughed ‘im up a bit, that motherfucker knows you’re protected, he won’ come back.” He spoke with sincerity in his voice, adding conviction to his tone that told you that you could still trust him, just like you had those years ago.

“Thank you.” You said, lifting your mug and taking a sip from it. “No thank you’s hermosita, that motherfucker hurt you. It’s my fuckin’ job to keep you safe. I promised you that a long ass time ago.” Creeper smiled and you looked up at him with a sweet smile. “You remember that?” You asked, surprised he had held onto that moment you had shared years ago.

“Look we can’t be around each other all the time, I don’t want you gettin’ mixed up with this life, it’s dangerous.” Neron had told you. “You’re pushing me away?” You asked in a soft whisper. “You know I gotta, hermosita. I gotta keep you safe.” He held your shoulders with a gentle grip, looking into your eyes with a gentle, but persuasive stare. “Please, you’re all I’ve fuckin’ got, I need you to trust me. I need you to keep your fuckin’ distance from this, from me, yeah?”

Letting out a shaky sigh, you nodded. You knew from the tone in his voice that he was being serious, that this was very real and you needed to trust him. “Only call me for emergencies, ‘aight? I promise, I'll always protect you.”

“Alright.” You said, voice wobbling slightly as you held back tears.

After years of friendship and something that had been slowly moving towards something more, Creeper had pushed you away. You knew he had been right to, but all you had wanted was to be with him.

“‘Course, did you think I was jus’ gonna forget ‘bout you?” Creeper asked. Lowering your mug and setting it down on the step next to you, a soft sigh left your lips. “I never stopped thinkin’ ‘bout you.” He said, reaching into the inner pocket of his kutte, pulling out a slip of paper and handing it to you. Taking it from him, you gently unfolded the crumpled paper. It looked as if it had been through a lot, it was creased and the folds were fragile. Tears came to your eyes as you looked down at the photograph he had kept, younger versions of yourselves looking back at you, holding each other as you both looked at the camera with bright smiles.

“I wish we never left that behind.” You whispered, leaning fully against Neron, resting your head on his shoulder. “Me too, baby.” He sighed, the Mayan putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “You meant more to me than just a- a friend.” You sniffled, trying to hold back your tears as Neron pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Hermosita, you have always been everythin’ to me.” He said, kissing your forehead again, loving the way it felt when you leaned into him.

“Please don’t push me away again.” The words were quiet as you spoke them against his shoulder, the Mayan looking down at you and gently soothing his thumb over your cheek. “I won’t.” He whispered to you, leaning in, lips brushing against yours. “Promise?” You asked against his lips. “I promise, sweetheart.” Creeper said, kissing you gently.

His lips were gentle against yours, warm and soft. You could taste the light hint of smoke on his lips as he moved against you, hands tugging you closer. Neron let out a soft groan as your touch trailed over his chest, fingers passing over the patches on his kutte until your fingers met at the nape of his neck. Carefully, Creeper pulled you into his lap so that you were straddling him, deepening the kiss, his tongue finding yours, caressing you gently.

Carefully, he lifted you in his arms, holding you tight as he walked you across the yard to his trailer, pausing to kiss you every few steps, far too occupied with you to pay full attention to where he was going and he almost tripped up the step into his trailer.

“I want you, baby.” Neron whispered against your lips as he gently walked you back against the bathroom door. “I want you too, please Neron.” You replied, your voice hot and needy against his lips and he loved it. Creeper craved you, he craved to have you beneath him, to have you wrapped around him, to be with you, to feel you.

It had never really been a secret between the two of you that you were in love, even when you were just friends. It had been obvious and you both knew it, and maybe that was why Creeper had been the one to push you away so abruptly and put an end to things.

But if he knew anything, it was that the love you shared would never keep you apart for long and those years you spent away from him were just as excruciating for you as it was for him. Looking up at the sky at night and taking comfort in knowing that perhaps you too were looking at the moon at the same time and maybe you would be reunited again one day was the only thing that seemed to ease the ache.

Falling onto his bed, you weren’t even sure when you had begun to cry, but tears rolled down your cheeks, making Creeper pause in his movements, your hands clinging to him, afraid to let go in case it was all a dream, in case this was meant to end all over again. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I do something wrong?” He asked softly, reaching up to wipe away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. Shaking your head, you sniffled, trying to compose yourself as you looked up at him. “I just don’t want this to end, I don’t want to let you go again.” You admitted, the weight of the confession finally lifting as he scooped you up, holding you against his chest.

“I got you, I ain’t ever lettin’ you go again, we’re in this together, you an’ me.” He reassured you, his voice gentle and sweet as he leaned down to kiss you. “Let me show you, baby. Lemme take care of you.

Slow and hazy, as if everything seemed to align for the first time in years, the chaos you had endured seemed to calm as you undressed each other, taking in one another. Tender kisses pressed against your skin as Neron trailed his attention down, down until he reached your core, gently caressing the sensitive bud with his thumb as he parted your legs, pressing sweet, hot kisses against your thighs.

He went slow, savouring each soft moan and gasp he drew from you with each movement, his tongue pleasuring you in the most intimate way, bringing you the love and the devotion he had always wanted to share with you.

“That’s it, baby, I got you, you can let go for me.” He encouraged, his deep, soft voice was soothing as he brought you close to the edge, his tongue swirling in tight, slow circles around your bud. Nearing your high, he sped up, looking up at you, holding your gaze as he gently stroked you to your orgasm with his tongue, watching as you threw your head back, the euphoria sending slow, rolling waves through you, taking over every sense and bringing you to a new sense of peace as Neron worked you down from your orgasm.

Slowly, you worked his jeans off, pulling his boxers down to reveal his hardened length. “Fuck, sweetheart.” He groaned, voice low and heavy with lust as you took his cock into your hand, drawing your tongue up his length until you reached the tip. With an unhurried pace, you took him into your mouth, taking him deep, your tongue flattening against him. You met his gaze, his eyes wide with lust as his fingers gently brushed against your cheek, lips parting in pure bliss as you began to move, pulling away before taking him in again, swallowing his length as much as you could.

“Oh shit- fuck you feel so good.” Creeper could barely speak. “Please baby, I gotta feel you.” He spoke gently, caressing your cheek with his thumb before you slowly pulled away, swirling your tongue around the tip before you parted from him completely.

Lowering you against the bed, Neron leaned over you, the cool gold chains that hung from his neck touched your hot skin, drawing a soft gasp from your lips as he gently pressed his length against your heat, sliding in with a heavy, slow thrust that let you feel every inch of him. “Neron,” It came out as a breathy moan, your touch soft against his skin, sending shivers through him. “Neron, mi cielo.” “I’m righ’ here, mi alma.” His words brushed against your lips as he ghosted over them, his lips gentle against yours as he kissed you, thrusting into you with a heavy, slow pace.

Working you both up, Neron kissed you until you were both breathless as he embraced you. He rocked into you, soft, low grunts leaving his lips as he worked to hit your sweet spot, watching the way you got closer and closer to your release. You looked beautiful, blissful as he rode you towards your next orgasm, the hazy, dreamy look in your eyes captivating him and he wondered how he had ever managed to stay away from you as long as he had, knowing that he loved you with all of his heart.

“Cum for me, lemme feel you, baby.” He whispered to you, feeling the way your walls fluttered around him. His words were all you needed and with one more thrust, you reached your peak, warmth spreading through you as you let out a long moan, fingers digging into his tattooed skin, holding onto him as you came. Your gaze on his, the way you moaned out his name in pleasure, how you held him, your walls clenching him as shockwaves rolled through you and his thrusts became sloppier, heavier and harder until he let go, groaning as he finished.

Looking down at you, spent, taking in quick breaths, Creeper leaned down to kiss you, his beard tickling your bare skin. The silence was comfortable as Neron pulled out of you and quietly cleaned you both up before relaxing next to you. Taking you in his arms, you cuddled up against him, resting your head on his chest as he ran his fingers up and down your back, taking his time to process everything you two had done, the feelings shared between you, both spoken and silent.

The question lingered in his mind for a short while. He was afraid, perhaps it wasn’t what was best for either of you, but he knew he couldn’t live without you, not again. “Will you stay with me? We can work this out, together this time.” Neron broke the silence, his voice was quiet and soft, as if he didn’t want to break the peace the pair of you had created. “I can get a new place and- fuck I’ll do anythin’ for you to make this work.”

Propping yourself up and leaning on his chest, you smiled softly at the man who’s embrace you lay in, the man you had fallen in love with when you were both young, a love that followed you each night and played on your mind in the form of painfully realistic dreams. But nothing compared to how it felt in real life, nothing compared to how it felt to be together.

“Of course I’ll stay with you, Neron. I love you.” You replied, watching as he smiled, such a deep, sincere smile that it reached his eyes.

“I love you too, mi amor de mi vida.”

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[flamehairedwritings]

The Fire In Your Eyes: Chapter Thirty

Characters: Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character

Rating: The whole series will be E, 18+ ONLY for violence, gore, character deaths, animal deaths, parent deaths, swearing, grief, sexual themes and unprotected sex, mentions of miscarriage, hanging.

Summary: Saved by Arthur Morgan when her town is attacked, a young woman’s past comes back to haunt her when she has no choice but to join the Van der Linde Gang.

Some scenes and dialogue have been taken from the game!

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The Fire In Your Eyes Masterlist

Please don’t copy, steal or re-post my work; credit does not count.

Epilogue

The sky was beautiful, a light blue and a dusky pink in some areas, orange in others.

Ada gazed at the colours, watching the sun slowly set behind the hills far away. All around her, crickets trilled gently and birds whistled softly. It was so still, so peaceful. 

Folding her arms, she rubbed at one of them lightly, looking towards the faint outline of the mountains beyond the hills, Mount Hagen somewhere amongst them.

She hadn’t wanted to die. The moment the bullet had passed through Dutch to her, the numbness had fallen away, crumbled, and she knew she wanted to live. So fiercely she wanted to live, and it was all that had gone round and round in her mind as Arthur had taken her down to Valentine. Coming in and out of consciousness, she’d felt terrifying waves of fear, anger, grief, denial, and, in one moment, she truly thought she had died as finally peace had suddenly washed over her.

A corner of her mouth lifted a little. Morphine would do that.

Somehow, deep in her mind, she’d always known that the final moments on the mountain was what it would come down to; her or Dutch, one way or another. And, once upon a time, she wouldn’t have known what decision he’d have made.

They hadn’t spoken about what had happened since the night before they’d returned home. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement that they wouldn’t, not yet... though she’d had to with Thom, barely an hour after they’d arrived, in fact.

That had been a week ago, and he and Charlotte had left the next day, the former still cold towards her, the latter reluctant and apologetic.

“He just needs time,” her sister-in-law had murmured to her as they’d embraced, her lovely features full of concern for both of the O’Driscoll siblings.

“I know.”

Ada wasn’t angry at him, though, and she certainly didn’t blame him for being so, either.

Mercifully, they’d managed to prevent Millie from catching on to anything that had happened, despite the heated argument. She just thought her mother had caught a cold and bruised her stomach so “gentle hugs for a little while, angel.”

While she couldn’t help but dwell on her brother and his hissed words to her, full of a venom of a former self, there had been some bright moments since then, and not just from Millie making her laugh every day. John had written, telling them he’d wasted no time in asking Abigail to marry him... and she’d said yes. Ada had cried into her morning cup of tea while Arthur had grinned and grinned, reading the words over and over.

The wedding was due to be in a week’s time, and, as a result of her now strained relationship with her brother, Millie would be going with them, something the little girl was very excited about. Ada and Arthur didn’t think they could ever be separated from her again, anyway. Sadie and Charles would be there, too, naturally, and it was nice, having something to look forward to.

She should feel well enough to ride by herself, then, too, even though they’d take the wagon for Millie’s comfort. Her wound was healing, slowly, but healing. The first few days after they’d returned she’d just slept and eaten and drunk and slept, more exhausted than she had known, the argument with Thom having not exactly helped.

And, through it all, Arthur had been... well, Arthur. She’d never loved him more than she did right now. He’d tended to her, looked after Millie and kept her entertained, looked after the animals and had even started drawing up plans for the new stable. She’d catch the way he’d looked at her sometimes, though; sometimes grateful, other times like he was afraid, like he was reliving the days in Valentine, like he’d been reminded once again of how very much human they were.

They would just be brief moments, though, and then he would smile, fear turning to love. She knew he was waiting for a sign of melancholia, too, but none came. She’d learned to not just wait around for the spells or dwell on the possibility of them, knowing that, though they would come, they would also go, as surely as night turned to day, and life would continue on as it always did.

“Well, if that ain’t the prettiest sight in all the land. Sun ain’t bad either.”

Her lips twitched as Arthur pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his arms sliding around her. She leaned back against his chest with a quiet sigh, her hands settling over his.

“How long did it take you to think of that one?”

“‘bout thirty minutes. I’ve been stood by the window just starin’ at you.”

She laughed, the fingers on one hand lacing with his. “Wow, quicker than last time.”

“Yeah, I’m gettin’ there.”

Ada laughed again, and he smiled, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.

“You okay?” he murmured into her hair, and she nodded, tilting her head to lean it back against his shoulder.

“Yeah.” She traced light, absent-minded patterns on the back of his hand with a finger tip, the sky now turning from dusky pink to fiery red. “There’s gonna be good weather tomorrow.”

“Looks so. I was thinkin’ of goin’ out tomorrow, doin’ some huntin’ while Millie is havin’ her lessons with Martha.” His chin rested on her shoulder as he rocked her slightly. “Thought maybe you’d like to join me, if you feel up to it.”

He had to lift his head a little as she turned hers, smiling softly at him. “I’d love to.”

“All righ’. You can hold my coat while I shoot down that Grizzly that’s been spotted, I think I can get ‘im...”

Ada shook her head as she turned in his arms to face him, her lips twitching. “You’re a very funny man.”

His smile was wide, very much pleased with himself. “I know that by how much you laugh.”

“I should stop encouraging you.”

“Oh, you can try, sweetheart, but I see miserable failure...” he murmured, lowering his head towards hers.

And he was right. She couldn’t stop her smile as he captured her lips in a tender kiss, his fingers splaying across her back. Barely moments later, her arms slid up and draped around his neck, her lips moving slowly against his. He teased her for a few moments, his tongue gliding against her mouth, and just as a soft sound came from the back of her throat, he pulled away, one corner of his mouth higher than the other.

“C’mon, there’s still a God damn load of cake left that I am not lettin’ go to waste.”

“You and your insatiable appetite, Mr Morgan.”

He grinned at her as he took her hand, their fingers lacing together. “Oh, I’m insatiable all righ’, Mrs Morgan.”

And she failed again.

Her laugh was carried across their land by the gentle breeze, lifting it through the trees and into the air as she followed her husband into their home.

And life continued on.

The End

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  I just wanted to take a few moments to thank each and every one of you for reading this story. I spent about a year planning it and writing the first half, then as lockdown here came in March, I thought why the heck don’t I just start posting it? And here we are, thirty chapters later!! I can’t quite believe I’ve done it, this is the first series I ever started writing and my longest to date.

I want to say a special, huge and just brimming with love thank you to those who have commented. You genuinely kept me going at times and I really can’t thank you enough, you all hold such a special place in my heart.

I’m sorry for making you all wait so long for the final two chapters! I wanted to make sure I was happy with them and that they were the best they could be. I’ve loved living in this world and thinking about Ada and Arthur and I really don’t want it to end... and I’m not quite done yet! I have a short story planned for Thom and Charlotte that will involve Ada and Arthur, their wedding and Millie, and so much more, and maybe some other stories in the future, too...

Thank you so, so much, everyone, I hope you’re all doing okay in these trying times, that you have a lovely day and end of the year, and 2021 brings you all that you hope for.

All the best x

Ghosts of Ourselves — 2021

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