Top 10 Best Explicit RDR Fanfics

by mangochi · Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith

“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 Gingersnap741 · Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith

“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 shades · Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith

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 Magisey · Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith

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 · Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith

"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

by Necromantic · Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith

That beaming light at Hani's Bethel does more than simply shine down on Arthur, and he takes away more than just a few meaningless trinkets. Explanations don't come easy, certain events have left their mark, but the only direction a man can truly go is forward.---A reimagining of that strange little

by rojohbi · Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith

He could leave. No one would blame him; this gang, once so tightly knit, is a nervous horse just moments away from bolting and taking the carriage with it. Charles doesn’t know why he can’t just make himself go.'You know exactly why', he thinks wryly, 'Of course you know.'

by Bhaals_Favorite_Son · Dutch van der Linde/Hosea Matthews

Arthur was still fighting.Charles was too selfish to stop fighting now. Charles turns back and follows the path of bodies up the mountain. He finds Arthur, broken and still, on the bloodied rock face. Through his grief, he realizes Arthur Morgan lived, despite all odds. Now, Charles finds himself fi

by soulkiller

“Hows Charlie boy?” Sean asked from the backseat as an up-beat country song began to play. It sounded like all the country songs Marston had in his playlist. Catchy and rhythmic with honeycomb voices over layered guitars. Arthur glanced at Sean in the rear-view mirror and looked away before they cou

by cowboy_cannibal · Dutch van der Linde/Hosea Matthews

Arthur Morgan was a monster.He had known it since he was just a boy, long before Dutch and Hosea swept him off the streets in the wake of his father’s death. He had known it since before Hosea had taught him his letters and Dutch had honed Arthur’s nasty quickdraw into a deadly accurate shot. He had