Ihaveyourothershoe (Nekobuster)
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He’d tried, in the end, he really had. And it had been hard; so damn hard. Would’ve been so much easier to crawl off into the woods like a dying dog and let himself be reclaimed by the wilderness. But, getting them folks out, sending them to safety, doing his best to protect them from the Pinkertons and Dutch’s lunacy and that rat...
For maybe the first time in his life, there was no doubt in his mind about what was right or wrong, good or evil. He just knew.
The sunlight warms his face, and he smiles.
But then he hears footsteps.
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Meanwhile, Charles Smith can’t stop looking back at the mountains to the south, and wondering what it means to be home.
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12 Jan 2025
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Perfection
Need to be on my reread list
Sparkles ✨️
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From a tumblr prompt "Arthur gets absolutely owned in a contest of strength by Charles and is then forced to deal with a confusing mixture of shame, fear, and excitement at the thought of being utterly dominated and forced to submit by a stronger man." Started out at PWP, turned into something more.
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05 Jan 2025
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After the events of Chapter 6, Charles finds Arthur on the mountain. Charles takes him West. Hidden away from prying eyes, they heal together.
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05 Jan 2025
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Arthur knows he's dying, can feel the unstoppable pull of it, feels the spirit appear behind him to take him along. And yet, he finds he does not want to die. There is so much that went wrong, so much he regrets and he wishes, with all his being, he could change it. Could at least ensure those that managed to get away really make it out alive.
A second chance, he asks, begs, really. Just give me the chance to save them.
The being behind him pauses and Arthur can't look away from the moment he's frozen in, staring at the dark mountainside, aching to see the sun rise just one more time.
One chance, the spirit seems to whisper, voice satin soft. Make the most of it.
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Bookmarked by Ihaveyourothershoe (Nekobuster)
04 Jan 2025
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Oh my god
This fic is everything I needed ro heal the experience of playint this game
The slow burn ✨️
I wish I vould read this again for the first time
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"You, upstairs," El said to Neal. He beamed, twirled on one foot, and trotted out. "And you need to stop making it so fun to mess with you," she added to Peter.
She surprised a look of such melting fondness on his face as he looked after Neal that her breath caught. "No," he said quietly. "I really don't."
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