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Still recovering from his brief stay with the O’Driscoll’s, Arthur, frustrated by his slow improvement, decides to make things worse. Dutch helps.
TW: ableist language, mentions of child abuse, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of self harm, mentions of eating disorders.
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- Part 3 of Facing West
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06 Jun 2026
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I Don't Want to Act Anymore by nevereverwhatever
Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
19 May 2023
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What would happen if Dutch and Arthur are actors in fan fictions on ao3?
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- Part 7 of Fox Deer Lion
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18 May 2026
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He should have reached for his gun. When Neil rounded the corner of the deck, sample case of Kelso’s schematics still tucked under his arm, and saw Vincent Hanna sitting there staring out at the Pacific—
He should have done something else. Anything else. But instead he just stood there, seasick and off-kilter and aware only of some unforeseen, irrevocable alteration; an ending; a minute shifting of long-submerged tectonic plates.
(an unexpected visit, a time loop, complications.)
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12 Jan 2026
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“You got a problem with it,” Chris says, his voice going momentarily staticky as his car rumbles through what must be a tunnel. “I can tell.”
“I got no problem with his hockey,” Neil slowly replies, measuring his words.
“So you got a problem with him.”
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- Part 1 of chill (2025)
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12 Jan 2026
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“You hauntin' me, McCauley?” Hanna starts as warm fingers encircle his wrists, drawing his hands down into his lap. McCauley's hands are bigger than his own, more callused. But there's a grace to them, a precision that Hanna's ham-fisted style has never allowed. His thumbs circle Hanna's pulse, as if eager to seek out life.
“Do you want me to haunt you?” he murmurs. “Is that why I'm here? To punish you?”
"I don't regret it,” Hanna insists, but still searches the other man's downturned face, hooks taut behind his rib-bones. The intensity, the appreciation in McCauley's eyes—like Hanna's weathered forearms are as captivating as an unbreakable safe, a taunting riddle he can't solve. “I told you square, I would put you down.”
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In the hall that holds the haunted banquet table, McCauley pays Hanna a postmortem visit.
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12 Jan 2026

