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guys can someone do this as an edit with either the ending a or ending b on gta like omg im cooking
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charthur fan fic
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🦬 themes of: drunken confessions, M/M, alcohol, crying, cursing, slow build
🦌 tags : #charthur #rdr2fanfic #charlessmithrdr2 #arthurmorganrdr2
The warm summer air filled the camp, the fire crackling, the sound of laughter, drinks clinking together. Arthur sat across from Charles at the fire, Dutch and Hosea sat beside of Arthur, mumbling about plans. While Charles spoke to Lenny and Javier.
Arthur stared at Charles, almost in a trance looking at Charles, and his features. The glow of the reddish-orange fire casting a light on features Arthur had never noticed, not in any light. The way the fire casted highlights along Charles deep black hair, Arthur took a gulp of his whiskey. The intense, almost burning feeling sliding down his throat ever so slowly.
Charles caught Arthur’s glare, watching his adam’s apple bob as he took a drink of his whiskey, Charles too had noticed the way the fire light up Arthur’s facial features, the red causing an enchanting glint in his eyes, Charles also took a sip of beer, trying to listen to Javier and Lenny.
The night finally set in camp, the drunken bantering of anyone who even looked at eachother wrong, the sound of the crickets at night, the firefly’s casting their tiny lights in the air. Arthur had decided that it was time for him to excuse himself to head to bed.
“Right well.” Arthur clears his throat, almost hesitant. Noticing how Charles was the first to look up at him, with his gorgeous brown eyes, which looked red with the fire that was going out. “I’m heading to bed. I’m sorry to crash the party.” Arthur said, swallowing hard. Almost like leaving Charles was the hardest decision of his life. He walked away from the fire. Heading over to his bedroll, hoping maybe he could clear his head, even though his mind always had a way to wonder back to those gorgeous brown eyes.
Charles watched, as Arthur headed to his tent. The alcohol giving Charles a brand new courage, but not the “Hardened Outlaw” courage, but the kind you would need before giving your middle school crush a love letter. Charles waited for everyone to disband from the fire, before setting on to where Arthur slept.
Charles opened the tents flaps softly. “Arthur?” He said, cautious to not wake Arthur up. “You awake?”
“Yeah I’m awake.” Arthur slurred, his breath thick of the whiskey that he had gulped down earlier. “You need anything?” Arthur asked, hoping maybe Charles would come inside.
“Yeah actually, I need to talk to you.” Charles said, a hint of hesitation in his voice, his hands were shaking, he was so nervous to tell these things to Arthur. Even drunk or sober, he couldn’t ever get these words out.
“Come right in!” Arthur said, trying to stay quiet, not knowing what Charles could possibly want. Charles made his way inside, sitting on the grass across from Arthur, taking in the view infront of him.
“Look Arthur, No matter how many times I write this down, or even practice saying it to myself. I can’t ever seem to get it right, but I love you Arthur, not like a Friend love, but I love you Arthur. I love you so damn much.” Charles slurred, his hands shaking. He was afraid, afraid this would change how him and Arthur are forever, afraid this could ruin what they have.
A few minutes of silence set in, Charles sniffled, trying not to cry. “Look, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.” Charles got up to leave, before he felt a hand grab his own hand.
“Wait.” Arthur said. “You love me? Like love me?” He slurred, trying to stand still despite his swaying. “Like, a couple love?” Charles nodded, he knew Arthur was in a drunken state. “I’ve loved you too Charles, ever since we were in that mountain in the cold, I knew I could never see anyone like you, the way you care for everything, the animals, the people, even the air. You’re the most caring person.”
Charles looked at his hand in Arthur’s hand, a feeling he could get used to. The desire in his chest only rising, like his breath. But it could never seem to fall, almost like it was stuck there.
“Really?” Charles said, his voice breaking, shocked and so excited, he didn’t know how to react. Keeping his hand in Arthur’s hand.
“Yes really.” Arthur said. “I’ve needed you for so long, everyday it’s you who crosses my mind, every afternoon, every night. Even when the sun rises. My bad days, my good days and my in between days.” The words coming out so naturally, nothing a sober Arthur could mutter aloud, more-so he could write in his journal.
They locked eyes, Arthur cupped Charles face. A feeling that almost came naturally. As he locked his lips with his, They held eachother tightly. Charles tears streaming down his face, as so did Arthur’s. The salty taste of the tears mixing in with the kiss, as the kiss became more intense. Almost like two starving men, battling for food.
They stood in that tent, kissing eachother for what felt like almost forever. Before they had decided to pull away. Their lips swollen from kissing, as Charles wiped off Arthur’s saliva from his lip, he watched Arthur, who could only sit there and admire Charles, the pale moonlight casting across his face.
okay the end idk what else to write it’s 1AM
should’ve made them kiss atleast ONCE
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