Venom (Arthur Morgan x Fem Reader)

View of the Man

It had been quiet in the camp for the next couple of days. No new missions from Dutch, no errands to run. It was strange to see everyone around the camp, especially Arthur. Every chore in the camp had already been done, leaving you nothing to do, but wander aimlessly around the camp.

You dragged your feet through the dirt as you made your way towards your tent. You opened the canvas to see the pile of dirty clothes piled in a small crate. You bent over, picking up the crate and slowly making your way towards the river down by the camp.

You wobbled down to the river with the crate held close to your stomach. Luckily, the river wasn't too far. You just had to cut through the trees surrounding the camp and the shore was just in view. You looked around as you emerged from the trees. Your eyes fell upon the person that was already down by the stream. You could already figure out who it was just by the back of their head.

Arthur Morgan.

You could feel your body begin to warm up as you realized he was shirtless. His jeans were rolled up at the bottoms as he stood in the shallow water. You studied his bare back. Just by looking at his back, you could tell he was very toned. His back was muscular and his shoulders were broad.

As you continued to stare at his figure, you could feel your cheeks begin to turn bright red. You slowly tried to inch away from the river, deciding now was not a good time to wash your clothes. The crunching of the sticks and leaves below your feet was enough to alert Arthur and he turned around in surprise.

"Fuck." You whispered to yourself, realizing you had no choice but to head down to the river. "Hey." You quietly said as you slowly walked down to the river. You made your best effort to keep your eyes on the water, avoiding the view of Arthur.

"I guess we had the same idea." Arthur said as he rang out one of his shirts. "There's nothing else to do around here." You let out a sigh as you began pulling pieces of clothing from your crate. As Arthur knelt down to dunk his pants in the water, you looked over at him, this time getting a better look at his muscular arms.

He had long hair decorating his forearm, making his figure even more manly. "Next time there's an errand, I'll be sure to take ya." Arthur smiled as he scrubbed his shirt clean. "You know, I could finish off your clothes. I've been bored out of my mind." You threw your shirt to the side and pointed to Arthur's full crate of dirty clothes.

"You ain't need to do that Miss- sorry, Y/N." Arthur shook his head, but you bent over and grabbed Arthur's crate, scooting it closer to you. "I insist. Now go back to camp." You shooed him away, trying to keep your eyes on his, and avoiding the view of his bare chest.

"Well, thank you." Arthur wiped his hands on his pants to dry them off and headed up back towards the camp. He stopped for a minute, looking down at you as you began finishing off the rest of his clothing.

You ran your hands over the shirt of Arthur's you held in your hand. There were small splotches of blood over the shirt, which isn't surprising. Whether it was his own blood or not, you did not know. You scrubbed at the blood stains as you held the shirt underwater. It didn't take long for the blood stain to get lighter, only leaving a faint stain of what was once there.

It wasn't a lot of working, washing Arthur's clothes along with yours. You only had a small pile since you'd only been at camp for a little bit. Arthur, on the other hand, had plenty of clothes to keep you busy. You finished off Arthur's pile of clothes, ringing out the last couple of shirts and draping them over the crate.

You grabbed the last few of your clothing, dunking them under water and scrubbing away at the dirt stains that littered your shirt. The weather was perfect for being near the river. It was starting to get too cold, but today wasn't too bad. The sun was out, which helped with the drying of the clothes. You hung your shirts on the side of your crate and pick up both yours and Arthur's crate of clean clothes.

You held the crates as you walked over to the clothesline by the edge of camp. You carefully pulled out Arthur's clothing and hung them over the thin line. You took several clothespins, pinching the clothes to the line. Once you finally got all his clothes hung up, you moved onto your clothes. You kept them on the far end of the line, making sure not to put them too close together.

You looked around the camp to see if you could find Arthur, but he was nowhere in sight. You picked up your crate, and threw it near your tent and proceeded to pick up Arthur's crate. You held it against your hip, making your way towards Arthur's tent.

"Arthur?" You asked as you stood outside the tent. "You're good." Arthur's voice came from inside the tent and you pulled open the canvas. Your eyes immediately fell upon the shirtless man, laying on his cot. "Here to return your crate." You quietly said as you stared at his chest. His chest was slowly rising and falling as he laid with his eyes closed.

He slowly opened his eyes to take a peek of you, quickly sitting up and scratching the back of his neck. He had definitely noticed that you were staring. He pointed over to the corner of his tent and you dropped the crate on the ground. "Thanks again." Arthur said, still not looking up to meet your eyes.

Your cheeks were once again scorching as you stood in his presence. "It was no problem. I'll see you around." You excused yourself from the tent, quickly backing away and scurrying towards your tent. "Were you just in Morgan's tent?" You heard a deep voice say behind you, standing right near your tent.

You looked back to see John, standing with his arms crossed as he looked between you and Arthur's tent. "It isn't like that, you idiot. I was just returning something." You rolled your eyes as you stood before the man. "Uh huh." John clicked his tongue, still keeping his eyes on you. You never paid close attention to John's face, but the scars across his cheek were very memorable.

John walked off, back towards the center of the camp and you returned to your tent. Everything felt so awkward between you and Arthur. Maybe it was just you.

You sat down on your spread out bed roll, bringing your knees close to your chest. Hopefully Dutch would have something planned so you didn't have to keep bumping into Arthur like that.