Best Arthur Morgan Fix-It Fanfics

by sky_daybreak · Charthur

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

by pipdepop · Charthur

Since this... thing between them started, on a surreal, star-soaked night just outside of Blackwater, Charles has learned two things.One: Arthur Morgan sleeps like the dead.Two: the rest of the gang seem to view Arthur’s tent as communal property, and will happily barge in at any time of day or nigh

by Gingersnap741 · Charthur

“Hello there! Ah, I see you’re new around these parts. I’m old around these parts. Blind Man Cassidy is my name. If you’d like your fortune told, I just ask for a bit of gold.” He holds out a tin coffee can smothered in rust, full of empty, whistling desert air. Heat broils up around them and makes

by pipdepop · Charthur

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

by mangochi · Charthur

“Hey.”Charles looks up, squinting against the sun, and focuses on the figure looming above him. It’s a bright day on the mountain, and all this damned snow is doing nobody any favors. “Arthur,” he says. “Good morning.”“Huh? Yeah, mornin’.” Arthur tilts his head, scratches at his jaw, and tucks his c

by pipdepop · Charthur

Micah catches Arthur and Charles cuddling, and scurries off to tell Dutch. He does not get the reaction he was expecting. Hosea thinks the whole thing is highly amusing.

by KBstories · Charthur

"Arthur should've realized, then and there, that a gesture of kindness is like pulling a trigger – it shifts the course of fate just so, and things will never be the same again."Charles and Arthur regroup after a brush with death.

by shades · Charthur

It was a nice respite, Arthur thinks, watching Charles stand, the glint of the sun in his dark hair, his eyes far away, considering, but it wasn’t ever meant to last.

by antimorston (lasagnatheory) · Charthur

As it turns out, Charles is the only person in camp who can pick up Arthur.

by Monotom · Charthur

The members of the Van der Linde gang had watched the two men dance around each other for so long now, that most of them were getting tired of it. Every time they saw Charles smiling at Arthur, or Arthur braiding Charles' hair, they all thought the same thing. Just get together, already. OR 5 times

by Magisey · Charthur

It doesn’t matter that his throat hurts. It doesn’t matter that he can hardly swallow. It doesn’t matter that a handful of hours ago he’d been slowly dying with a rope tight across his trachea.What matters is the image of Charles, with the sun burning on his shoulders like a devil, face cast in shad

by KBstories · Charthur

"And Arthur knows, before he even opens his mouth, that he shouldn't pry. That he shouldn't drag the vulnerability lurking beyond those words into the light – yet he asks, 'What changed?', and Charles looks at him, eyes warm.'I met you.'"Charles and Arthur explore some things, and figure out some ot