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  1. Rec 81

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    Charles didn’t mean to spend a year with the Van der Linde gang. He didn’t mean to fall in love with his best friend either.

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    Charles didn’t know they were running without a destination, just forward, onward, upward, through sheets of snow to certain death. Didn’t know Dutch’s plans weren’t plans at all, just daydreams. Charles ain’t gonna die for Dutch Van der Linde. He sure as shit ain’t gonna die for Micah Bell. He might, however, risk a limb for a certain sandy-haired cowboy with a handsome smile and a sharp tongue...

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    26 Mar 2026

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    SPOILERS below

     

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    “Horses are easy. They just want feeding and riding and to be told that they’re pretty.”

    “Sounds like men to me,” Arthur laughs. “I certainly don’t need no more than that.”

    Charles’ lips twitch with a smile, not letting his thoughts linger on riding. On calling him pretty. “I suppose that’d be enough for me too,” he says.

    “I’m sure you get called pretty everywhere you go.”

    “You think so?”

    “Sure. Handsome feller like you.”

    Charles don’t breathe for a second, then, remembering himself, forces a laugh. “Handsome, am I?”

    “Damn right.”

    “I see.” He grins.

    “Do you?” Arthur asks, throwing a glance over his shoulder.

    Their eyes lock for the briefest moment, a whisper of time so soft and so lovely, that Charles feels too clumsy for it, too awkward. It already feels like a memory, slipping through Charles’ fat fingers. Another meaningful glance and then Arthur looks away. Charles wants to tug him off his horse and have him explain. Arthur, please. What does it mean when you look at me like that? But then the moment’s passed, and Arthur’s beating information out of a feller. All that softness, that loveliness, belongs to another Charles, is another life. One who was brave enough to ask. Tell me, Arthur. What does it mean?

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    Arthur palms his throat, catches his breath. He was frightened; in pain. Still, he can’t acknowledge it. “You should have taken the money,” he jokes.

    What use have I for money, Arthur, if I don’t have you?

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    Wants to— Press gentle kisses along it? No. Can’t be. Charles doesn’t kiss.

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    Arthur returns from Saint Denis a different man. He climbs into Charles’ bedroll, crawls up Charles’ body, into him arms, and silently weeps. He can’t find the words no matter how much Charles urges him, strokes his hair, whispers, it’s okay, it’s okay. Instead they share kisses wet with tears and Charles holds Arthur tight to his chest. When finally he does speak, it’s with news that breaks Charles’ heart.

    Oh. It’s not okay.

    “It’s just gonna get worse,” Arthur says. “There’s no hope.”

    No hope. Charles thinks, his stomach sick. No hope? There’s no hope. No hope. No hope. No hope. No h—

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    He pulls Charles close one last time, whispers into Charles’ ear but speaking to the universe. A proclamation. “I ain’t ready to die yet, Charles. Ain’t loved you long enough.”

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    “Love, come here. Come say hello.”

  2. Rec *

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    I feel this is something that means more to me than you.

    Maybe he was right. Maybe he was wrong. But the words couldn't come up- he couldn't get them out of his throat. Standing there in the evening sweat of the muggy swamps surrounding Shady Belle, Charles looked both too at-ease and too uncomfortable. There was something pressing in those dark eyes, sunlight a filter off the warmth of black honey. Soulful eyes, visage usually drawn a scowling furrow over them. But their entirety made Arthur's fingers itch at the tips, grasping and twitching at empty air in desire for a piece of paper and a pencil to sketch it. To capture the likeness of the huntsman before him, in all that he was.

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  3. Rec 35

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    John and Charles discuss Arthur one night at Beecher's Hope.

    Based on a prompt that called for an angst-filled conversation between John and Charles about Arthur, with the phrase "you really loved him, didn't you?"

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    04 May 2026

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    You should have let us go together. Why couldn’t you give me that, at least? Why give him to me and then ask me to go on breathing without him?

  4. Rec 18

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    This is basically a fic expanding on an idea I had several weeks about about Charles as an old man, sick, dying and being cared for by Sadie and Jack.

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    04 May 2026

  5. Rec 9

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    Arthur has a nasty coughing fit in front of Charles, who has never seen Arthur this sick before. There isn’t really anything he can do to help his lover, but for Arthur, just Charles’ presence is enough.

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    04 May 2026