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Untitled Cowboy Fic by pipdepop
Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games), Untitled Goose Game (Video Game)
24 Dec 2021
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In the six months or so since Dutch and Hosea found him, Arthur has brought back all manner of creatures as would-be pets - from the conventional but inappropriate, to the unconventional, to the downright bizarre.
One day, shortly before his first Christmas with them, he brings back a horrible goose.
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19 Feb 2026
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We Are Definitely Not Getting A Dog (and that’s final) by pipdepop
Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
06 Jun 2022
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“You won’t believe our luck! I found something wonderful in town!”
Hosea eyes the boy shuffling beside Dutch’s horse, staring down at his boots. Then he slowly turns back to Dutch. Takes in the bright grin, the eyes gleaming with excitement – the expression he usually gets when he comes up with one of his grand schemes.
“...behind the dirty urchin?”
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Against his will and better judgement, Hosea Matthews acquires a son.
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19 Feb 2026
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Tuberculosis doesn't kill Arthur. Neither does Micah Bell. After the events of RDR2, a seriously injured and sick Arthur follows the advice of his physician to "get somewhere dry, and warm" and travels west to the state of Argent, where he finds work on a sheep farm and undergoes a risky operation to combat his illness. Meanwhile, Charles hears about what happened to the gang after his departure. Restless, unable to gain closure, and in desperate need of money, Charles begins taking local prizefighting matches, eventually moving west to the mining town of Comstock in northern Argent. Eventually, their paths will cross.
Tl;dr: Arthur's sick. Charles is sad. There's a lot of boxing, a lot of pining, a blowjob, fake history, and love.
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19 Feb 2026
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A big, broad-shouldered man came through the door, the look of a long-haul trucker hanging around him like a ratty coat. He was wearing old oil-stained jeans and a frayed flannel shirt thrown over a white t-shirt, his scuffed boots peeling up at the toes with age.
He had the air of a man who’d reached the end of his rope. He had a battered wide-brimmed hat pulled low to cover his long, frazzled hair, half of which was scraped back into a loose tail. He had dark hair and dark skin and dark eyes that were framed by the deep-set bruises Arthur only ever saw on long-haulers and cattlemen, the marks of too many nights at the wheel or in the saddle, the normal rhythms of life stretched out and pulling at the seams.
The feller was handsome. Arthur noticed that as an afterthought, his breath catching in his chest. Under the bruises and the loose strands of hair, the feller was handsome. His eyes were bright and keen.
“Uh,” said Arthur, caught flat-footed by the unanticipated surge of attraction tightening his belly. “Hi.”
The feller looked Arthur dead in the eye. “I need all of the caramel sauce that you have,” he said.
(or, a coffee shop au. yeah. i know.)
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18 Feb 2026
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There was a rumor that Dutch van der Linde sold his soul at a crossroad in exchange for the shapechanging beasts that followed at his beck and call. Frankly, Arthur didn’t buy it. He followed Dutch and Hosea because they fed him. Some deal with a devil had nothing to do with it.
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15 Feb 2026