#Arthur/Charles

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past town at the edge (looking down at butterflies) (14127 words) by horsegirlsandcowboys Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith Characters: Arthur Morgan, Arthur Morgan's Horse, Charles Smith (Red Dead Redemption), Hosea Matthews, John Marston, Dutch van der Linde, Van der Linde Gang Members (Red Dead Redemption) Additional Tags: Boadecia is the main character I don't make the rules, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Equestrian, Horse Girl Arthur Morgan, No Beta, Van der Linde Gang as Family (Red Dead Redemption), Family Shenanigans, Good Parent Hosea Matthews, Parent Dutch van der Linde, he tries ok, Good Parent Susan Grimshaw, im enjoying writing the gang practically being a family, They’re brothers, Background Relationships, Alternate Universe - Age Changes, everyone’s a little young/closer in age Summary:

“Now this here is Boadecia,” Dutch announced, stopping a safe distance away from a dark bay mare who pinned her ears at him. Charles followed his example.

“She recently won a three-star, put on quite a sho—” The man paused and stepped forward, putting a hand up to block Boadecia’s head when she tried to bite him. He sighed. “Arthur has got to quit sleeping in her stall.”

Charles stepped forward, following his gaze.

Ah, so this was Arthur.

OR

Dutch: you can pick out any horse you want! Arthur: *picks out the devil mare* Dutch: FUCK

OR

Dutch: you can pick out any significant other you want! Arthur: *picks out the competition* Dutch: FUCK

[hannibalzero]

Wild at heart wip 07/13/23

The Van der Linde ranch is the biggest cattle ranch in the United States. 825,000 aches and is almost a nature preserve in some parts. The best Texas long-horn steers were bred, raised, and sold all across the world. The Van der Linde ranch just seemed to ooze money much to the joy of the owner. Dutch Van der Linde, this ranch had been in his family for generations and he had a habit of adding on when the mood hit him. Whenever local land went up for sale? Dutch couldn’t help but snatch it up. Hosea, balanced out Dutch and was able to bring him to reason. Together it might as well be a kingdom.

Long may they reign.

Arthur chewed on a toothpick as he saddled up Peaches, his Tobiano Mustang. She was a mean mare that seemed to love Arthur and his little siblings. She was a soft white and peach color and was snorting around his bag for her treat. Arthur pulled down the strap over Peaches belly and readjusted the saddle to make sure it was secure. Arthur just needed to get out of the house, Micha was outta jail and being a jackass, bossing everyone around. Gritting his teeth at the thought of that man- Arthur yelped when Tilly pulled his tail.

Tilly was a one-and-a-half-year-old girl, she was a beta and the newest addition of the Van der Linde children. Dutch and Hosea couldn’t have children so they frosted a good-sized litter. Beta’s were the lucky bunch, they didn’t have secondary genders or secondary animals. Their scene of smell was average and were not bothered by other gender rules, truly free if Arthur had any say in it. Tilly giggled as she held Arthur’s poor tail. “Orsey’ She giggled out around her yellow pacifier.

“Little lady.” Arthur reached down and picked Tilly up. “Now, ya know it isn’t right to pull tails.” Arthur waved a finger in her face making her giggle and grabbed it. “Don’t be butterin' me up, I’mma supposed ta watch ya while Pa went ta town.” he sighed and allowed Tilly to cuddle up to his large chest. “Arthur Morgan, ya are a soft-hearted fool,” Arthur mumbled to himself as he climbed into Peaches’s saddle, settling Tilly in his lap. Most people thought Arthur was an alpha and a bull but no. Arthur was twenty-two, an omega, and finally a cow. He didn’t correct people, just easier to let them believe what they wanted. His horns were lightly curved at the top right under his hat, his ears were sandy blond just like his hair, and a matching tail.

Between online college classes, chores, and his siblings. Being the first omega son of this pack was annoying. Not like he was left to raise all the youngins’ but he helped Hosea out a lot. Sometimes making dinner, take up chores that the little ones got wrong, and driving them to school. His Pa, Hosea was a good parent, the salt and pepper jackrabbit loved all his children and did his best for them but Dutch needed Hosea as well. Dutch was an alpha, no shit. He was a cougar but with that jet-black hair slicked back Dutch almost looked like a lion. Dutch was good with the kids and loves being with them but Dutch had a kingdom to maintain.

Riding out of the stables, Peaches started to trot much to Tilly’s joy. Tilly looked so cute in the little outfit Arthur dressed her in. The blue little romper with strawberries on it along with a cute sunhat. “Alright, Miss.Tilly, we’rea goin’ to the flower patch just down the way. I think the Indian paintbrushes have finally bloomed.” He explained to the toddler. “Ya gonna be a good girl and let me draw?”

Tilly giggled and shook her head no.

“No? Well, shoot.” Arthur cooed to his sister enjoying the ride already. The feeling of the sun, the breeze, and the sounds of cattle far away. Arthur needed nature, the feeling of freedom, and the chance to explore wild open places. The sky seemed to go on forever, a few fat fluffy clouds, and now Tilly babbling happily to Arthur, her little hands holding onto the saddle horn thinking she was driving Peaches. After a good long ride, coming up to the flower patch. Arthur dismounted Peaches’s holding Tilly before letting the mare graze around. Laying out the old patchwork quilt and the cooler, Tilly’s bag, and finally his own.

“Lower! Flower!” Tilly squealed kicking her feet excitedly trying to get down from her older brother's arms. She looked up at Arthur with a pleading look. “Broth-er!” she whined to him before kicking her feet again more excitedly now.

“Woah there! Easy my lady!” Arthur carefully set Tilly down on her little feet. “Alright alright, ya can go play.” He sat down taking out his journal, watching as Tilly explored the little area staying on the quilt. As much as she was excited to be in the red and orange flowers she was also very careful. It was rather cute. Arthur took out a pencil and started to draw one of the Indian paintbrushes. Art was one of Arthur’s hobbies, one of the few he actually gave time to. Whenever Arthur found something new or discovered a new plant (to him) or animal, he would draw it down and add a few little notes.

Arthur was a moron and his memory wasn’t that good so having his journal was important to him. Helped his head from being too full. Made sense of things when he couldn’t make hide nor hair of. He didn’t get a chance to draw the Indian paintbrushes last year, Dutch needed him and Bill to ‘move a river’ to keep a land development from moving into an area he wanted. It had to be done to keep people from getting too close. Arthur wasn’t sure if that was illegal or not but whatever. This was his life. Arthur didn’t know anything more.

Horse catering caught Arthur’s attention, it wasn’t Peaches because she was busy hunting for clover hidden in the flowers. casually looking up from his journal, Arthur almost wished he hadn’t if he was honest with himself. Breath catching in his chest, Arthur forced himself to let the breath out. A hand readjusted his hat and then nervously fixed his hair. Arthur Morgan Van Der Linde had a huge fat crush on Charles Smith.

Charles worked as one of the ranch’s Cowboys, man had a connection to the land and was a damn good worker. Arthur had worked with Charles many times, they were friends. Casually but still. Strong quiet type, it was normally Arthur doing all the talking. Not that Arthur minded because someone was actually lessening to him. Maybe thats where the crush came from? Arthur didn’t know.

Charles was buffalo alpha, fitting since Charles was half native. Sometimes Charles talked about his mama’s people to Arthur. Charles was checking the fence line on the back of Taima, a beautiful appaloosa in black and white. Taima couldn’t be beat when it came to stamina. Though Peaches gave the mare a run for her money at times.

Tilly not liking being ignored climbed into Arthur’s lap patting at his chest. “Ouch! Both-er! Poch!” she asked loudly her little voice echoing through the field. She looked to see what Arthur was looking at before smiling widely. “Horsey!” she squealed catching the attention of the alpha now, poor Charles almost looked startled out of whatever he was thinking and just stared at Arthur and Tilly now.

Coming back to reality, Arthur looked at Tilly and nodded. “Yes Madam’ I gotcha a pouch.” He mumbled reaching into the old beat-up cooler to get out the strawberry and banana puree he had prepared for Tilly, (the store-bought pouches were expensive damn it) Opening the cap he gave it to Tilly before giving a good smile and waving. “Howdy Charles,” he called out trying to keep natural. Arthur was a grown ass man, he didn’t have crushes anymore.

Taima started to move on her own, she liked Arthur. Arthur always had treats for good girls like her. Charles blinked out of the trance he had been in, looking at Tilly snuggled up in Arthur’s lap as she happily sucked on her pouch. “Afternoon Arthur, who is this sitting in your lap?” Charles asked getting off Taima and allowing the mare to graze around. Charles approached the quilt and took off his boots before sitting down with Arthur. “She's very pretty, who did her hair?” he asked, a bit impressed by the small little braids, lightly holding one of the braids.

“Charles, this is my new little sister Tilly. Pa and Dad adopted Miss.Tilly last month…I think ya were doin something for the local tribe at the time.” He smiled as he tilted his head giving a shrug. “Me and ‘osea. It’s why it looks a bit rough but I think I’ve binged enough tutorials to get her lookin’ alright.”

[niuniew]

hello old friend

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[romrmn]

their little gang

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martha morgan and charlotte smith butchmaxxing

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INTERMISSION Arthur's Show of Concern

He cares for them both, but we all know he has his favorites.

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[charlesleclercc-16]

brothers 🤝 teammates

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[slaughter-kin]

it’s just a silly little cowboy game right? RIGHT?

[molotovgrifter]

by far the best stranger missions in the game

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[hannibalzero]

I tend to give kids nicknames for my pairings. Thought I would share.

Obi-wan/Anakin: little ones, starlights, little lights.

Arthur/Charles: fawns, bucks, baby, honeybees

Delta/Jack: beloved, angelfish, butterflies and sometimes brats when they are misbehaving buts funny.

[foreverfearlessred]

my favourite genre of post-race Charles Leclerc win is Charles finding Arthur at the barrier, seeing Arthur looking at him with such joy in his eyes and then Charles messing up his hair

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Brokeback Mountain but it's Charthur

i drew these on an ipad, which is NOT my preferred tool at all, so don't mind it too much.

[1ncult]

cutesy fellas