Watching him fade away.
I love them sm they make me sob
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Watching him fade away.
I love them sm they make me sob
((You warm,Mr.morgan?))
“I’m sorry,” Arthur said. He didn’t push for further details—Charles was here in front of him, and not dead in some potter’s grave after having been hung by the neck or lined up against a wall and shot. It was clear, from where Arthur stood, what had happened. Charles nodded, going quiet. Then he hunched in on himself, bracing as the dam broke. “I thought,” he started, then choked, voice small and so, so painfully young. “I thought maybe there was somethin’ wrong, in me. That made folks treat me the way they do. That was why he, my own father, could—” Arthur’s heart broke when Charles looked up, turning those reddened eyes towards him. Tear tracks stained the boy’s cheeks. “But you’ve been so kind to me,” Charles keened, sobs wracking his shoulders. “Even when I went and did something so stupid, you came back for me. Risked your life, for me. So why? If it wasn’t me, if it wasn’t my fault—how could he do that to me? I loved him. He was all I had, and I killed him, and I loved him.” Arthur’s resolve snapped. The tin plate clattered to the forest floor as he lunged forward, wrapping the sobbing teen in the biggest bear hug he could muster. “I’m so sorry, Charles,” he whispered fiercely, tucking the young man’s head under his chin protectively. “He failed you, kid. It weren’t your fault. It wasn’t ever your fault.”
Illustration by @veckati of tiny!Charles (17) and canon!Arthur from Chapter 5 of The Cowboy’s Interchronometric Guide to Pining, @kaphzzz’s and my on-going Charthur Time Travel AU. Charles’ early backstory in the fic is based off of headcanons from @noshirdalal.
Hosea had just pulled the horses off the main road and onto the trail towards camp when Charles noticed that Arthur’s satchel was wiggling.
“The hell?” Arthur said, his hand flying to his gun as he spotted the same thing Charles had.
Charles reached carefully for the bag. “Cover me?”
“Yeap,” Arthur drawled, and Charles had to suppress a choked bark of laughter when the silly man dropped into a drawing stance. While sitting. The dramatic show-off.
Charles reached out a hand, keeping his torso as far away as possible, and gingerly picked up a corner of the satchel’s flap. He probably looked silly enough, himself.
“Alright,” he stage-whispered, looking over at Arthur with wide eyes. Hosea had slowed the horses down to a walk, and was currently looking back at them in bemusement. “On three. One, two–”
He flung open the flap, scooting back away from the bag as far as possible, while Arthur drew his gun.
No snake came springing out, like Charles had half-anticipated. Not even peaches. Not quite.
The little puppy they’d saved earlier that day was cowering in the bag. Its fur was a mess, sticking up against the leather, and one of its ears was flopped over to cover its eyes. The short string of sausages that had been the cause of all its puppy troubles was nowhere to be seen, though its muzzle did shine with a suspicious coat of oily fat, and its pale-pink stomach bulged.
“Wha–so that’s where you went!” Arthur exclaimed, and he shoved his gun back into its holster in favor of reaching out and lifting the puppy into his arms.
The puppy whined, a tiny pathetic sound, and stuck its minuscule snout into the crook of Arthur’s elbow. Charles had the inkling it might be wiping its mouth on the man’s sleeve.
“Awwww,” Arthur crooned, gently bouncing the puppy in his arms. He looked absolutely head-over-heels smitten already, and when he looked up at Charles he almost looked puppy-like himself, his down-turned eyes wide and imploring. “You… you seein’ this?”
“Yeah,” Charles said softly, and he leaned forward to run a tentative hand along the puppy’s belly. Its tiny tail wagged. “He’s adorable.”
“Almost as adorable as you,” Arthur just had to say, and grinned when Charles groaned, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. “Though definitely more devious. I bet he gobbled up all them sausages and then passed out in my satchel, and we’re probably lookin’ at a little bit of a, well, shitty situation later. Pun fully intended.”
Charles did roll his eyes at that, and both Arthur and Hosea laughed.
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Thank-you to @veckati for your wonderful illustration of this scene from Chapter 5 of The Cowboy’s Interchronometric Guide To Pining, my and @kaphzzz's on-going Time Travel Charthur AU!!
I'm sad, I want Charles to hold me too
i need to draw them again
At least he have his eyes...👀
Refrance BTW!
i have no excuses no braincells only dad issues forcing me to draw more oldman yaoi
Vandermatthews perhaps? (I love toxic old men yaoi ❤️)
they make me SICK i love my dads
comm i did
bareback mtn
we made it
tumblr can see this one first,,, something i did for my dtiys results post on instagram huehue
all will be well
my heart cant take this i need to lay down
good luck kisses 😘
simp