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A big, broad-shouldered man came through the door, the look of a long-haul trucker hanging around him like a ratty coat. He was wearing old oil-stained jeans and a frayed flannel shirt thrown over a white t-shirt, his scuffed boots peeling up at the toes with age.
He had the air of a man who’d reached the end of his rope. He had a battered wide-brimmed hat pulled low to cover his long, frazzled hair, half of which was scraped back into a loose tail. He had dark hair and dark skin and dark eyes that were framed by the deep-set bruises Arthur only ever saw on long-haulers and cattlemen, the marks of too many nights at the wheel or in the saddle, the normal rhythms of life stretched out and pulling at the seams.
The feller was handsome. Arthur noticed that as an afterthought, his breath catching in his chest. Under the bruises and the loose strands of hair, the feller was handsome. His eyes were bright and keen.
“Uh,” said Arthur, caught flat-footed by the unanticipated surge of attraction tightening his belly. “Hi.”
The feller looked Arthur dead in the eye. “I need all of the caramel sauce that you have,” he said.
(or, a coffee shop au. yeah. i know.)
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23 Jun 2026
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That beaming light at Hani's Bethel does more than simply shine down on Arthur, and he takes away more than just a few meaningless trinkets. Explanations don't come easy, certain events have left their mark, but the only direction a man can truly go is forward.
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A reimagining of that strange little UFO encounter in the game.My first fic, please be kind, and please mind the tags.
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- Part 1 of You Eff Oh
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23 Jun 2026
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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.- Language:
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06 Jun 2026
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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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13 May 2026
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For years, he has been haunted. All that time ago, he returned to bury a man that he used to always be able to track down. But in death, Arthur didn’t want to be found. So Charles carved a headstone, for an empty grave, and he carried that weight in his heart, for where else was there to put it?
In which Arthur and Charles are reunited, and neither man is quite the same as when they parted.
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- Part 2 of Shadows of Ourselves
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20 Apr 2026