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Hi, sooo I wrote something about Arthur Morgan x Charlotte Balfour. Six chapters, lots of fluff & angst & slow burn (even though they're both down bad already 'cause they feel stuff to each other since their last meeting almost a year ago!). I put all of my heart and soul into this fix it fic (because I can't believe my favorite character of all time d*ed, so I believe he lives in a cabin with a great woman, mooses and deers around).
I hope you're gonna like it. Comments and kudos are very appreciated <3
Here's the summary of the fic if anyone's interested:
Arthur Morgan died on the mountains, but something else lives. The shadow of a man he used to be, still sick, still dying, but saved by Charles Smith. After a while, in the spring, he decides to visit his old acquaintance, someone who he helped and someone who made him realize that he is really able to be a good man. But the visit he paid Charlotte Balfour turns out to be something more than just wanting to know if she's doing fine all by herself, especially after he realizes his heart is pounding in his chest every time he sees her raven hair and green eyes; her silhouette carved on his eyelids so he can see her every time he closes his eyes.
See you soon?
