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Angela, 26, Scottish. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. None of the gifs I use are mine. My ask is always open!

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at world's edge - masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

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Item: Your First Video Game Rarity: ⏶ Common

What was your first video game?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Yoshi's Island for the gameboy advance is the first game I fell in love with. As for the first I played, I believe it was some mario game on nintendo gameboy (the og), we've always been big on nintendo in my family lol

Yoshi's Island to this day is my favourite game, at least once a year I'll replay it. Just holds a very dear place in my heart x

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hiii 💕 long-time follower here.. like legit since i was 16 & i'm 28 now 😭 haven't been on tumblr in a while but it's great to see you're still around & active!

wondering if you do imagines/requests for any X-Men characters, and if so, which ones? 😇

wishing you all the best!!

babeee youre an OG! i started the blog at 16 and now im also 28! thank you so much for the love and support its amazing!

the xmen characters im most likely to write for are charles xavier, erik lehnscherr, wolverine. xmen first class is my favourite movie from the xmen franchise - james mcavoy had my heart when i was younger. im not so much in the xmen franchise anymore/marvel in general i havent watched in a while but would still take requests for certain characters xx

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Don West (lost in space 2018) please! There’s so not enough of this man

would love something where the reader is stuck with penny, Dr smith, Mr Jackson & vjay when the corrosion occurs and they need to find a way to fit everyone in the box..

can we all lowkey admit we wanted to cry with how gentle Don was with penny when he scooped her out of the box

🫶

Sorry I haven't watched Lost in Space since it first aired and I remember nothing about it so won't be able to write this, sorry x

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I cannot find your main masterlist!!😭

cause it doesnt exist! there's over 24,000 posts on this blog dating back to 2016... it would take me to 2036 to make a masterlist lol

just use the search option on the blog and search for your desired fandom/character that's so much easier xx

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Hi!! I just stumbled upon your blog and just wanted to say that you write so so beautifully :) I very much enjoyed reading your Arthur Morgan fics and I’m so incredibly sorry for your loss. I hope you’re doing well and may 2026 treat you kindly <33

this is so lovely, thank you so much, needed to hear this today it's been a pretty tough week. thank you angel, have a lovely 2026! xx

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Hello and welcome to the new year! 👋🎊 How goes it?

Eh, it’s going 🥴🤣

Been a tough few weeks cause it was my first birthday, Christmas and New Years without my mum so have been really sad recently. Back at work today but just mentally exhausted from it all.

Hoping the darkness fades away with being busy etc.

Hope you’re all well xx

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hey idk if your still writing but could you do more stiles stilinski headcanons, like more cute but also frisky ones

I need full requests sent in as opposed to just requesting characters but unfortunately I'm not doing Teen Wolf things anymore - I've not watched the show in years. But have a look through my stiles tag and you'll find loads of stuff x

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Are you still interested in writing for brassic? Absolutely in love with that show and there’s nothing to read for it 🥲

i'll be honest, no :( i loved it sm and then when i went to watch s5 onwards, i just fell out of love with it, honestly.

i would like to go back and watch it cause i had a full blown fic planned out for vinnie and i've loved joseph gilgun since misfits days so if i rewatch, i'll let the blog know xx

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Can I request more Arthur Morgan x reader please? Literally anything I just love him so much 😭

I mainly write based off of specific requests so I'm more than happy to write for Arthur, he's my fave, so if anyone has any specific ideas, I can see what I can do xx

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benedict bridgerton is a character in bridgerton lol

aw god sorry, my mind is mush i thought it said benedict Cumberbatch hahahah

regardless, i don't write for bridgerton anymore due to not being part of the fandom xxx

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Finished RDR2… losing my mum and then losing Arthur Morgan in the span of 3 weeks was not the best choice for my mental health

Please send in RDR2 requests - I’ll happily write for any character! My favourite game ever, changed my life. Also ask me questions about it, I want to suck up as much RDR2 content as possible lol

My husband bought me Arthur’s journal and it’s the best present ever, would love to get some of Arthur’s sketches on me 🤍

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scots unite!

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Self/Publishing Books help? Where do I start? How do I do it? Recommendations? Help? :(

i want to publish children's books (targeted to the age range i work with which is 3-5 years old). i have written various children's books and would love to finally publish them but have no idea how

i'm uk based (scotland) and have no idea how it works to publish a children's book if anyone could help me. so if anyone has recommendations or pointers or websites to point me in the right direction that would be so amazing

questions i have

self publishing? is this better? idk

i know you can publish using amazon? how does that work is it worth it

illustrators - i cannot draw to save myself. i would need to hire someone to draw the story. where can i find illustrators that arent going to bankrupt me? and not ai lol. i saw people using fiverr? but how does that work with legal stuff?

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something about the cadence and range of vocabulary in your writing leads me to suspect that it is being AI generated… :-( why?

it's not but okay. i've been actively trying to improve the way i write by using different styles as i had pigeon holed myself into only a few styles. also enrolling in writing courses to try and keep busy.

this blogs been running for 11 years, my heart is in every single piece of writing i publish, if i wasn't proud of my work or if my work wasn't my work, i wouldn't post it.

is there anything specific that gives this vibe? i've actually been super proud of the way i've been writing recently, feels like me but elevated :/

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at world's edge - chapter twenty three

plot: Cassidy ‘Cass’ Vega is losing the fight with herself and with the Infected when Tommy Miller finds her and brings her back to safety. There she finds a new purpose; to live. Along the way, she makes friends and starts to find herself falling for a man almost thirty years older than her.

character: female!OC x Joel Miller

fandom: the last of us (tv show)

cast: joel miller - pedro pascal, cass vega - adria arjona, ryan winnick - brandon sklenar

note: cass is 28, joel is 51, ellie and dina are 16/17, jesse is 19, ryan is 31, tommy is 46.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23

It had been two days.

Two days wrapped in flannel sheets and stolen kisses, bare skin and warm hands, the kind of quiet intimacy neither of them had ever really known before. Cass made him coffee in the mornings. Joel cooked dinner at night. They danced around the kitchen once. Badly. And laughed harder than they had in weeks. They had so easily fallen into this nice little routine. Showering together, washing each other, drying each other, curling up on the sofa watching the fire burn, dozing off, Joel would carry her into the bedroom, they'd fall asleep wrapped round the other.

But now, the outside world had begun to creep back in. Routine, responsibility, Jackson.

Joel stood at the stove, flipping eggs with a practiced hand, his flannel hanging loose over grey sweatpants, "Running outta food," he said, "Means we'll need to leave soon. Get back to it." Cass sat cross-legged at the table, nursing a chipped mug and trying not to think about how fast comfort can turn into vulnerability.

She nodded as she mulled over her thoughts before saying. "You know, I'm okay with not making a big thing out of this."

Joel glanced back at her, brow raised.

"Us," she clarified. "I mean - I'm not ashamed. Not hiding. But... I want to keep it ours. Not Jackson's."

He nodded slowly, turning back to the stove. "I get that. I like it being just ours."

Cass smiled into her coffee. "Besides, we couldn't hide it if we tried."

As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door.

Cass froze. Joel didn't. He just sighed.

"You want me to hide in the closet or under the bed?"

"Shut up," she muttered, getting up.

She cracked the door open and there was Ellie, arms crossed, smirking like a fox who already knew where the hen was hiding.

"Hey," Cass said, forcing a wide smile that Ellie saw right through.

"Hey," Ellie replied, peering over her shoulder, "Joel's back, you know that?"

Cass's forced look of surprise left a lot to be desired, "First I'm hearing about it."

Ellie smirked, "Oh yeah? He didn't come home last night. Or the night before. You seen him?"

Cass blinked, clearly trying to play dumb, "Nope. Haven't seen him."

Ellie raised an eyebrow, "Right. Hey Joel?" She called out into Cass's house.

From inside, Joel's voice drifted out, "Yeah, kid?"

Cass groaned as Ellie laughed triumphantly.

"Jesus," Cass muttered.

Ellie beamed, "Took you long enough. I'm happy for you guys, though. Seriously. About time."

"... Thanks, El."

Ellie grinned, "I just wanted to make sure you hadn't killed him with all the sex that's clearly been happening."

Cass felt her cheeks warm, "Eh- what?! What do you mean by that?!"

"Run a brush through your hair, Cass," Ellie laughed as she walked away, "and maybe wear a scarf to hide all the hickeys on your neck too!"

Cass closed the door with burning cheeks as she desperately tried to smooth down her hair, "Is my hair that bad?" She asked as she walked back into the kitchen.

Joel just handed her a plate and shrugged.

By afternoon, they'd dressed and stepped back into town together. They didn't touch. Didn't hold hands. But people noticed anyway. Joel wasn't scowling. Cass wasn't glaring. That alone was enough.

Cass leaned into him slightly, "I should go talk to Ryan."

Joel's jaw tensed, but he nodded. "Yeah. Okay."

She squeezed his hand. "It wouldn't be right to leave it unsaid."

He gave a soft grunt. That was as much approval as she needed.

"Come by tonight?" She asked him hopefully, "I'll grab groceries on my way home?"

He nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips.

She found Ryan helping unload supplies near the mess hall. Before she could get a word out, Tommy strolled by, clapped her on the shoulder and grinned.

"Better watch out, this one's Joel's."

Cass closed her eyes, "Tommy."

Ryan turned. His smile faltered, just a second too late.

Cass pulled him aside, out of earshot, her heart fluttering, "Listen," she began, voice quiet. "I wanted to tell you this before it came from anyone else but Tommy's a dick. Joel came back a couple of days ago and... we're together." It felt weird saying that, confessing it. Nice but weird.

Ryan let out a slow breath. But there was no tension in it. Just a tired sort of acceptance. "I figured. He stopped looking at you like he wanted to murder you, and you stopped pretending he didn’t exist. It was only a matter of time."

Cass gave him a sad smile, "I never wanted to hurt you. I hope you know that."

He nodded, "You didn’t. We had something, yeah - but it wasn’t... this. I think I always knew. I just liked you. Still do. You’re good people."

Cass laughed softly, "You’re not too bad yourself."

He grinned, "Well, I hope Joel knows he’s got his hands full."

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back - firm, friendly, warm.

"We’re good?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "We’re good. Just don’t make it awkward when I flirt with other people in front of you."

Cass laughed. "Deal... For the record, I do truly care about you, I did and I still do."

They parted with a smile, and she walked away feeling something settle. Peaceful. Like a chapter had ended the way it was supposed to.

She didn’t head home right away. Instead, she made her way to the patrol board outside the town hall, boots crunching over gravel. She scanned the list, running her finger down the paper. Her name was assigned to a mid-morning loop the next day with Jesse.

Routine. Familiar. Something she could manage.

People passed behind her - trading supplies, sharing brief greetings, waving as they went about their day. For a second, it struck her how strange it was to feel part of something again.

As she wandered through Jackson, she felt like the world was whole again. She was part of something good; something alive. She was home. This was her home. For months, she'd felt like an alien, an imposter walking around the streets of Jackson but now... now she felt like she belonged. Like she had roots that stuck her in the dirt.

She turned toward the greenhouse. The late spring sun hung low, stretching long golden beams across the rooftops. Inside the glass panels of the greenhouse, warmth lingered. The air smelled like damp soil and rosemary.

Cass shrugged off her jacket and set to work without being asked. She joined Dina who usually came with Ellie but today she came alone. They worked quietly, the kind of silence that wasn’t heavy.

Dina eventually broke it, "You seem better. Happier."

Cass smiled faintly, "Maybe I am."

Dina knew, of course she knew, but she didn't push it. Instead just smiled and handed her another spool of twine.

Afterward, Cass swept the dirt path between the rows and watered the roots of the new seedlings. She hummed under her breath without realizing it.

Later, she helped Nora patch a small tear in one of the smaller greenhouse panels with salvaged plastic, then checked inventory in the back storage. She made note of what needed to be restocked and left it clipped to the board with a neat signature.

She walked through the rest of Jackson with a quiet energy, stopping briefly at the community kitchen to offer a hand with supplies. Then she passed through the schoolhouse yard where some of the older kids were practicing their aim under a watchful eye. One girl - Emily, maybe twelve - struggled with her grip on the pistol.

Cass stepped in gently, corrected her stance, "Like this. Elbow firm, but don’t lock it. You’ll feel it less in your wrist."

The girl nodded, refocused. Her next shot hit closer to the target.

"Nice," Cass murmured, "Keep going."

Cass felt like her whole life was clicking back into place. Pieces of the messed up jigsaw that was her life were finally being pieced together correctly. She wasn't in constant fight or flight mode. She could let her guard down. She felt safe. She felt like she belonged.

When the day dimmed, she made her way to the markets to grab a food hamper, swapping chicken and oatcakes for beef and butter, before she headed home.

The front step creaked under her weight. The door clicked shut behind her. It was quiet again. She moved around the space slowly, deliberately. Folded a few blankets. Lit the candle Joel had complimented. The scent - cedar and amber - filled the room.

And still, even with the space clean and the night drawing in, something lingered.

She was cooking dinner for Joel, a surprise, with ingredients that she knew he loved. Beef, garlic, carrots, potatoes mixed into a thick stew with a fresh loaf of bread with butter spread on it.

She settled onto the porch with a blanket and her mug, now filled with weak tea, as dinner simmered on the stove. The stars had begun to appear, one by one, pricking through the velvet sky. The chill in the air didn’t bother her. It felt honest.

She listened.

Not for danger.

But for the sound of his boots.

For the sound of someone she loved coming home.

It wasn't long before she heard the crunch of boots on the gravel path. She looked up at him with a warm smile.

He looked tired. Dusty. A little windburned from the walk across town. But his eyes softened the second they found her.

“Smells good,” he murmured as they walked into her home.

Cass lifted a brow, “That’s because it is good. You’re just in time for our official second date.”

Joel chuckled, stepping into the kitchen, “Is that what this is?”

“You made breakfast. I make dinner. Feels fair.” She plated their meals into bowls and lay the thick slices of bread onto a plate which she placed in the middle of the table. Joel watched her with a smile.

He brought their food over and waited until she was sat in her chair before he himself sat.

Joel took a few bites in silence, then glanced up, “You talked to him?”

Cass nodded, “Yeah. I did.”

He didn’t say anything, but his jaw shifted.

“He was kind,” she said. “A little disappointed maybe, but… he was good about it. We’re still friends.”

Joel exhaled slowly, “I don’t like it, but I respect it.”

She reached across the table, brushed her fingers over his wrist, “That’s all I needed from you.”

They ate slowly, exchanging small stories from their day. Cass told him about the greenhouse, about helping Emily with her stance.

Joel told her about fixing a busted hinge on the eastern gate, and how Tommy had roped him into helping repair a wagon axle.

When the plates were clean and the candle had burned low, Joel helped her wash up. His hands grazed hers in the soapy water. Quiet. Familiar.

Later, they curled into bed without a word.

Cass rested her head on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Joel pressed a kiss to her hair. “We’re doin’ okay, right?” he murmured.

She nodded against him. “We’re doin’ better than okay.”

Sleep took them slowly, wrapped in the hush of home and the warmth of something real finally settling between them.

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good man {arthur morgan}

plot: hosea asks arthur to accompany you - his wife's niece - into town.

character: female reader x arthur morgan

fandom: red dead redemption 2

Hosea had a way of making requests sound like orders without raising his voice.

“Arthur,” he said that afternoon, leaning against the supply wagon, “I need you to take her into Rhodes. Pick up flour, coffee, some tobacco if there’s money left. She was wanting more clothes so see to it, will you?”

Arthur followed Hosea’s nod toward you, standing near the fire with a ledger tucked under your arm, hair catching the late sun. You were Hosea’s late wife's niece and though you’d only been at camp for a couple of months, you’d already earned a reputation for keeping the books tidy and the stew edible.

Hosea’s eyes softened, “Keep her safe.”

Arthur gave a curt nod, the brim of his hat dipping, “Reckon I can manage that.”

You met him at the wagon, pulling your shawl tighter, "You the one he roped into watching me, Arthur?" There was a bitterness to your voice. You didn't like the fact that you weren't trusted. Sure, you knew how dangerous the towns could be but it was just a quick trip into Rhodes to grab supplies and clothes, simple. You didn't need to be watched over like a helpless child. You understood Hosea's point of view though, he had promised his wife before he died that he would protect and look over you and this was him fulfilling that promise. He was just looking out for you.

Arthur nodded, "Figured it's a good chance for me to get more ammo. Runnin' low here." You both knew that this was a lie. He'd in fact stocked the ammo cart two days ago but he was trying to make you feel better, didn't want you feeling like a burden and you appreciated it.

The trip to Rhodes was uneventful. The sun hung low and gold over the rolling fields, crickets starting up in the tall grass. Arthur kept the horses at a steady pace, making small talk here and there - asking if you liked camp life, if you missed town, if the work suited you.

“I’ve never minded work,” you told him, watching the trees pass, “It’s the quiet I’m still getting used to.”

He made a low sound in his throat, something like agreement, “Quiet can be a hard thing to carry.”

When you got to Rhodes, Arthur went into the store whilst you went to see if you could find somewhere to buy some more clothes. Your few dresses you'd managed to keep had seen better days. Besides, you needed things that you could move easier in, camp life was hard with pounds upon pounds of fabric. You used what money you'd managed to save to buy yourself some new clothes, lighter dresses, a pair of trousers and a shirt or two.

By the time you got back to the wagon, Arthur had already loaded all the shopping into the wagon, "Get everything you wanted?" He asked, taking the box of clothes you carried off of you without question and slotting into the back of the wagon.

You nodded, "Yeah... How 'bout you?" You asked with a smirk, "Get all that ammo?" Arthur faltered. The damn ammo he'd lied about. He was about to apologise when you laughed, "Just yankin' your chain, Arthur, I know you said it to make me feel better about having you be my protector."

He gave a nod and a small smile, “Best get movin’ if we want to beat the dark,” he said, clicking the horses into motion.

You were halfway back when you saw it - a fallen tree across the main road, roots ripped up by some storm.

Arthur slowed the wagon, eyes scanning the terrain. “We’ll have to go ‘round by the lake.”

The detour was longer, the path narrower. Twilight bled into night faster than either of you liked. The horses were tired, hooves slipping in the mud from the rain that fell that morning.

“Too dark,” Arthur muttered finally, pulling them to a halt. “Ain’t risking a busted axle out here. We’ll make camp.”

He was efficient about it - unhitching the horses, gathering wood, getting a fire started before you’d even climbed down from the wagon. The night smelled of damp earth and wood smoke, the lake nearby murmuring against its shore.

You sat on a flat rock, watching him slice salted pork into a pot.

“Not much for conversation, are you?” you teased.

He glanced up, smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “Talkin’ ain’t what keeps folks alive out here.”

“You think I’m helpless?”

“I think Hosea’s fond of you,” he said evenly, stirring the pot. “And I think he wants you kept outta trouble.”

You met his gaze across the firelight, “I’ve kept myself out of trouble a long time without anyone’s help.”

Something flickered in his eyes - respect, maybe - but he didn’t push it.

You stayed in silence until after you'd eaten. The stew was too salty, though you ate every bite. He noticed anyway. “Go on,” he said, setting his bowl aside. “Tell me what’s wrong with it.”

You smiled faintly, “You put enough salt in there to make the lake jealous.”

That got a low chuckle out of him, a sound that felt warmer than the fire.

Afterward, the conversation softened. You learned he carried a little journal for sketches. He learned you’d once read novels aloud to your sister when she was sick, your voice carrying through the quiet nights. There was a stillness between you that wasn’t uncomfortable. Just… measured.

All these months you'd been in camp, you'd barely gotten to know most of the people in it. Lenny was nice, Sean too. But Arthur always kept himself to himself. You'd watched him sometimes, wondering what he dreamt of, what kind of things he liked doing, and now, you were finally beginning to learn about him. Arthur was an enigma. Handsome, strong, brave, loyal yet he saw none of that. He saw a bad man; a man worthy of bad things.

The two of you spoke well into the night. It was surprisingly easy to speak to him once you'd broken through the initial awkwardness. He was kind and caring and... he longed to be good.

You were curled up on one side of the fire as he sat on a log opposite you. You were fighting sleep but you didn't want to stop speaking to him so with every breath, you fought to keep your eyelids open.

"Would you ever leave this life?" You asked him softly, eyelids feeling heavy, "Think about a wife? A family? A future?"

Arthur sighed, "I had that, once. They're gone." You blinked sleepily, murmuring an apology. He shook his head, "A man like me who does the things I do... I ain't good, I ain't deserve anything good."

You watched him as he stared at his hands, shadows dancing across half his face as the other side was lit up from the orange flames. He was battling himself inside, you realised.

"For what it's worth," you said quietly, "I think you're a good man."

He huffed out a sardonic laugh and looked at you, surprised to see honesty in your eyes, "I've only known you a few months," you continued, "but you would do anything for anyone in that camp. Even Micah who's an arse-" he chuckled, "- but you put in so much work to keep everyone safe. Bad guys don't do that, Arthur. Bad guys don't care the way you do."

He stared at you, his face softening as the gravity of your words hit him, "You believe that?"

"Truly."

He opened his mouth and closed it again and instead chose to nod at you, "You best get some sleep, s'late."

You were quiet for a few seconds before you spoke again, voice low but steady, “Arthur?”

He grunted in reply, eyes still on the flames.

“Don’t keep your distance anymore,” you said, the words heavier than you meant them to be. “I don’t want it. Not from you.”

Arthur’s jaw tightened. For a long moment he didn’t answer, stirring the fire with a stick like it held the truth he couldn’t say out loud. Finally, he set it down, lifting his gaze to meet yours, “You don’t know what you’re askin’,” he said softly, almost like a warning. “I’ve done things - ugly things. I ain’t the kind of man women ought to trust with their hearts.”

You held his gaze, refusing to look away, “And yet I do.”

Something broke in him then, the walls he’d built around himself cracking under the weight of your honesty. His voice was rough when he spoke again, stripped of all the armor he usually carried, “I care for you. More than I ought to. That’s why I keep back. ‘Cause if I let myself…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “If I let myself, I don’t know that I’d be able to stop.”

The fire popped, filling the silence between you. Your heart thudded against your ribs, but you didn’t back down, “Then don’t stop,” you whispered.

Arthur stared at you like he was memorizing the moment, burning it into his bones. Then he gave a quiet, resigned chuckle, half-pained, half-relieved.

"Hosea's going to kill me, you know." This made you laugh, a sound that made Arthur smile. Then after a moment, "You think I can get outta this life?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Would you come with me?"

"Yes. I would."

The admission hung in the air, fragile and real. Neither of you said another word after that. You closed your eyes and curled closer to the fire. Closer to Arthur. He didn't sleep that night. He didn't want to. Instead he found himself sketching in his journal. Various sketches of you littered the double pages. A sketch of you laughing. A sketch of you sleeping by the fire. The words you said.

At dawn, the world was washed in pale gold.

He woke you softly with a gentle hand on your shoulder, "Hey, we better get back. Don't want Hosea thinking I've kidnapped you."

You didn't speak much in the morning, you didn't have to. Your actions towards each other had changed. He helped you up into the wagon, his hand lingering around yours, no longer by accident. You sat closer to him, shoulders and knees touching.

Back at camp, Hosea was waiting.

"Ah, see!" Dutch grinned, "told you they would've been fine!"

Hosea smiled at you, relief clear in his eyes, as he approached the wagon. Arthur explained what had happened and how you'd camped for the night but all was okay.

Hosea helped you down from the wagon. But it was Arthur’s quiet look that made your chest ache - the walls between you weren’t just lowered now. They were gone.