#Arthur/Charles

[ringneckedpheasant]

he’s as sweet as tupelo honey he’s an angel of the first degree

[ivoris-just-smile-and-laugh]

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.”

[drownthehatch]

[molotovgrifter]

by far the best stranger missions in the game

[abstractpyschopomp]

[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

[scargvl]

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.

[slaughter-kin]

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

[1ncult]

cutesy fellas

[roundworm1111]

[drizzledrawings]

I still think this is the cutest smooch I’ve ever drawn

[abovesn4kes]

Rdr2 but make them little animals?!??

posting more of this soon ！

[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.

[pucksandpower]

There’s no way 😭

[no-144444]

the grid: No Nut November!

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Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Arthur LeClerc.

thank you to the person that requested this!!!

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Oscar Piastri: wouldn’t do it. 

Even if every driver on the grid was offering 1,000€ each as a prize, he was not giving up fucking you for an entire month. 

Even though he looks like a sweetie pie he would absolutely be a freak in the sheets and he was not about to give up the only way he actually gets his frustration out (aka fucking you). 

Everyone kind of boos him for it but then half way through the month he gets to be smug while they’re all miserable and complaining, because he can fuck his girlfriend whenever he wants. 

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Lando Norris: would try, but definitely fail. 

He wouldn’t care about the prize, he’d just have such a ‘how hard can it be?’ attitude. 

Newsflash: extremely. 

You would not make it easy for him either; wearing the sluttiest clothes, basically giving him fuck me eyes all the time, enjoying it when you see him get hot and bothered. 

He snaps on his birthday, and fucks you for hours straight. You can barely walk the next day. 

He decides to own up and pay his part of the bet with no shame, he has a hot girlfriend and he likes fucking her, sue him! 

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Lewis Hamilton: wouldn’t even try

He’s uninterested in the things most of the grid do in their spare time, and he knows they’re uninterested in him too. They don't need to know about his sex life, but what people can guess is that it is very much alive. 

I mean… you two had a baby literally 8 months after your wedding, to the day. 

The other 3 kids don't exactly help his case… 

He’d say yes, just so he could be added to the group chat and he would tell you who is winning and losing.

He’d lose on the first day with no shame. Everyone knows he's just here for the public shaming of others. 

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George Russell: would win

Not saying he’s not a freak in the sheets, but he would set up the entire thing (group chat, the money pool, etc.) and he cannot be seen lacking. 

Even if it wasn’t his idea, he still needed to win. 

You do make the entire month absolute torture though. 

Matching sets, showing as much skin as possible, everything. 

Even walking around the apartment naked. 

But somehow, he doesn’t budge. 

At the end of the month he does fuck you for ages, and you literally cant get out of bed, let alone follow him to a race. He tells the media you’re sick and all of the drivers have the dirtiest laughs as he explains. Despite every question, they keep their mouths shut. 

George did announce that he won at the end, much to your chagrin. 

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Alex Albon: he’d last a while

 He would honestly be pretty good. 

He kind of breaks the rules, he constantly gives you oral and jerking himself off, but it wasn’t specifically stated in the rules (apart from the name… but whatever)

He makes it like halfway through the month until a particularly bad race result. 

He fucks you all night. 

When you both get to the paddock in the morning, George pays him a visit to collect the money like the smug bastard he is. 

He heard you two last night. 

He was 4 doors down. 

Oops. 

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Franco Colapinto: he’s the one who accidentally tells the press. 

We all know Franco is awful at keeping his mouth shut, and in an interview he somehow lets it slip that he needed to find George to give him money. 

They ask him what for. 

He says ‘the bet’ and explains that they’re doing NNN this year and that he lost. 

It was worth it though, you two hadn’t seen each other in months (you were busy in uni, he was busy at races) and he just had to have you. 

He made it like a quarter of the way into the month. 

He didn't really care. 

The drivers honestly just found it funny that he told the media. 

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Logan Sargeant: would make it most of the way, but just fall short by like 4 days.

He had done so well, ignoring all of your sexual advances for the majority of the month…

Then he got drunk. 

Drunk Logan and drunk you? Yeah, you’re fucking. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off you, and he paid the price. 

He paid up sheepishly the next day, George looked at him with the smuggest smile ever. 

Logan didn’t even care. He fucked you twice as much as before. 

He has to make up for lost time, right? 

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Daniel Riccardo: he would lose immediately.

This man is a 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 

He would kind of do the same thing as Lewis, pay to just watch the rest of them loose. 

He does last a little bit longer though (in their eyes).

 He doesn’t pay up until the second week even though he’s been fucking you the entire time. 

He has absolutely no shame about it either. 

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Liam Lawson: he would almost win.

He's such a cutie. I think he’d somehow abstain for a while. 

He’d get to around the 26th, and then give up. 

The month was torture though. 

You literally would beg him every night, and he would just have to say no. 

You were impressed at how long he lasted. 

But then he gave in after he scored points in mexico...

Yuki ratted him out to George, he was very embarrassed.

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Charles LeClerc: he would lose immediately.

Charles is an idiot. 

He would lose the first day by accident, and then try to pretend that it doesn't count until George actually comes knocking on his drivers room door looking for the money. 

He heard you, of course. 

Charles reluctantly watches the rest of the month play out, bitter that his own forgetfulness took him out so early. 

He vows to win next year. 

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Carlos Sainz: wouldn’t do it. 

He’s not giving up fucking you for a month. No way. 

He also wouldn’t be interested in the sex lives of others enough to even pay into it like Lewis. 

His sex life is his own, and as much as he loves healthy competition, this is a race he’s happy to lose. 

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Max Verstappen: would be a huge bitch all month.

Dude is like a moody teenager when he’s not getting it. 

Daniel persuades him to do it and he makes it a few days in.

Literally turns into the biggest moody bitch ever.

By the 8th day everyone is begging you to just fuck him so he’ll stop being such a cunt to them.

You do. 

He pays up and spends the rest of the month fucking you. 

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Paul Aron: he would almost win.

He would last pretty long. Like maybe more than half the month

Despite his playboy facade, he’s actually more into cuddles and shit like that. 

 But after a bad race…

Yeah, he pays up with zero shame. 

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Arthur LeClerc: he would lose, in two ways. 

Y’know how quickly Charles lost, yeah he’d be worse.

He wouldn’t forget, he’d just think that he can get away with fucking you all month but of course, that doesn’t happen.

George comes knocking after Charles tells him he can hear you two.

You are deeply embarrassed that your boyfriend's brother heard you two having sex, and you impose a ban for the rest of the month. 

You say it’ll help you both be more aware of when and where you’re doing it, and how to not get caught by his brother again. 

He curses out his brother the next time he sees him.

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