Charles Smith and Arthur Morgan
Summer nights. Another 'fix-it fic' set in 1907 with some spoilers. You get to name Arthur's horse and your own horse because I thought it would be nice.Arthur took deep breath, enjoying the cool summer night air as the fireflies rose from their hiding spots in the grass and flew up. He sat on the porch of his home, watching the stars twinkle and the animals that were out and about. Arthur could see three horses grazing nearby, swishing their tails and resting. Arthur could see Charles' horse, a sweet stallion named Falmouth. Poor boy was being picked on by Arthur's own horse, who was also currently trying to bother your horse too. Arthur could help but let out a laugh as the horses picked on each other, said laugh turning into wheezing and coughing.
Even with all this time passed, his lungs still never the same as they were before the TB, but they were much better than they were while he was in the gang. It was a surprise Arthur was alive, not after being beat and brutalized by that damn traitor. Yet here he was, wheezing and coughing as the TB reminded him it was still there, just weakened.
"Arthur," Charles said, quickly coming out from their shared cabin, placing a comforting hand on Arthur's shoulder. "Breathe..."
"That's exactly what I'm strugglin' to do here, Charles," Arthur sassed, roughly patting his own chest.
Charles let out a soft sigh, looking at the other man with a fond smile. "You fool, Arthur..." he said, sitting down on the porch steps with Arthur.
"I always have been a fool, you know that," Arthur muttered, leaning against Charles as his coughing subsided.
"I know," Charles said lowly, rubbing Arthur's back so gently like the other man would crumble if he was any rougher.
"Where's your horse? You leave him inside?" Arthur asked, looking over his shoulder momentarily before looking back to the horses.
"Mhm. I made him clean up dinner while I checked on you," Charles said, glancing to the cabin door again before his gaze returned to Arthur. Charles' gaze quickly latched onto the dirt that had been resting on Arthur's cheek, which earned another sigh from Charles as he grabbed Arthur's chin and quickly began trying to wipe off the dirt.
"Hey- Charles, Charles, not this again," Arthur groaned, trying and failing to pull away.
![Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2919%2F1761738204216-mZVaK58708_736-977.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.