Abby's Red Dead Redemption Collection
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What if Charles never joined the Van der Linde gang? What if Arthur lived?
Bounty Hunter (sort of): Charles Smith
Wanted: Arthur Morgan::::::::::::::::
Been three years since Arthur Morgan was left for dead on the side of a mountain. Having dedicated his life to the man who left him there, it didn’t hardly seem worth fighting to get off it. Thought someone, surely someone, would come back for him. So he waited, weary fingers dug deep into the dirt to ground him, eyes on the sunset, waiting for someone to come for him, to take him down the mountain, or bury him someplace. But nobody came.
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After rescuing Eagle Flies and learning of Arthur’s impending death, Charles seeks out a mysterious witch. He has no plan, save to bargain whatever he can for his friend’s life, even if it means his own. Thankfully, things turn out much better (and weirder) than he expects.
Or: Local Man Saves Friend’s Life Through The Power Of True Love, The Method May Surprise You
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“Hello there! Ah, I see you’re new around these parts. I’m old around these parts. Blind Man Cassidy is my name. If you’d like your fortune told, I just ask for a bit of gold.” He holds out a tin coffee can smothered in rust, full of empty, whistling desert air. Heat broils up around them and makes the horizon waver.
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Arthur knows now, so many miles later, he never should have stopped. He never should have stopped along the trail, and he certainly never should have given that man any money. Damn this moment of charity, of weakness, and all the change it brought about. -
Like I've Loved You All My Life by knivesintheirfeet
Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
01 Feb 2024
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Arthur tells Charles he's dying. Charles proves him wrong. HEA.
Somewhere between Explicit and Mature as always.
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“I’m not saying you ain’t sick. But that doesn’t mean you’re contagious and it certainly doesn’t mean you’re dying. If there was something to catch, I would have caught it by now.”
“Charles—”
“You’re not dying, Arthur. You’re not.” He says each word short and slow, and absolutely certain. “You- are- not.” Speaks them into Arthur’s eyes. Into the universe. Like he can will them into being. And who’s to say he can’t? A woman in his mother’s tribe could make it rain.
“Okay,” Arthur says, smiling. “Okay.”
“You’ll get a second opinion?”
“Yes.” A brush of Arthur’s lips on Charles’ knuckles and the meeting of eyes. “Yes, I will. For you, I will.” -
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Arthur Morgan ain't got long to live. He just wants to feel alive. If that means drinking and fucking and brawling, so be it.
Or. It could mean falling in love.
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“Ain’t nothing like your heart pounding to remind you that it’s still in there, still beating.”
Charles tucks a stray strand of his hair behind his ear and sits forward, leaning in towards Arthur, so close, so fucking painfully close, that Arthur can smell the citrussy scent of his soap.
“Your heart is beating right now.”
Charles covers it with his hand, fingers fluttering on Arthur’s chest, warm on his skin. Tugging gently at invisible strings. He takes Arthur’s hand, places it inside his, rests them above Arthur’s idiot heart.
“It’s beating and you ain’t doing anything stupid.”
I’m thinking about kissing you, Arthur thinks. “Yeah. Guess,” he says instead.
Charles’ brow furrows, and Arthur tugs his hand loose, heart hammering.
“Why’s it beating so damn fast?”
“Charles,” Arthur breathes in apology, as understanding dawns on Charles’ face.::::::::::::::::::::