Venom (Arthur Morgan x Fem Reader)

Bloody Bastard

Your time in Saint Denis was over and the life back at the camp resumed. You sat on an empty crate, flipping your recently cleaned revolver in your hand. "Hey Y/N!" You looked up to see who had called your name, to be greeted by Tilly and Sadie.

"Oh hey." You holstered your revolver and stood up to meet them at eye level. "A 'hey' is all we get?" Tilly placed her hands on her hips and looked you up and down, "Tell me, what am I supposed to say?" You were confused for a minute as the two girls continued to look at you.

"Hello! Where the hell did you and Morgan go off to for a whole night?" Sadie punched the side of your arm and you shook your head in disappointment. "Now y'all wanna be in my business?" You laughed as you sat back down onto the crate.

"Come on. The only couple we've ever had here is John and Abigail and they're barely a couple right now." Tilly sat down on the grass, looking up at you as she waited for your story. "Fine, but don't go spreading shit around." You looked around to make sure no one, especially Arthur, was near.

Thankfully, he was occupied with John, Micah and Bill, all sitting near Dutch's tent. "He got us a hotel in Saint Denis. Just to get a way for the night. That's all." You looked at the girl's faces as they began to grin.

"A hotel room, then surely y'all had some fun." Sadie giggled as she looked back at Arthur. "Shut up." You stood back up from the crate, watching as Arthur spoke with Micah. You knew when Arthur got serious, and that's what it looked like right now.

"I wonder what they're talking about." Tilly stood up to stand beside you and Sadie as you kept a close eye on the guys. "I don't know, but it doesn't seem good." You frowned as you watched Arthur stand up from his seat. "Ah shit." Sadie muttered under her breath as Micah stood up as well.

"Looks like there's about to be a show, girls." Tilly stepped closer as the two men stepped closer to each other. Within a second, Arthur's hand swung out, grabbing onto the green neckerchief that hung from his neck.

You stood there for a minute, waiting to see how it played out. John and Bill had both stepped away, giving the two men more room. Arthur held Micah closer to him, his other hand balled up in a fist and ready to strike his face.

Micah muttered some words, which obviously made the situation worse. Arthur didn't hesitate as he fist connected with Micah's cheek, sending him falling to the ground as Arthur let go of him.

Arthur stood above Micah, bending over to grab ahold of his neckerchief again. Micah smiled as Arthur held up his fist again. You rushed over to John as you kept your eyes on Arthur, still holding Micah up to his face.

"John, what the hell is going on?" You asked him as he looked at Arthur and then you. "Better ask Arthur yourself when he's finished with him. Best not to interfere." John patted your shoulder as you both watched Arthur and Micah.

Arthur brought his fist down on Micah again and again and again. It seemed as though Arthur would never stop punching the shit out of Micah. Everytime he brought up his fist again, there was more blood covering his knuckles.

"What the hell are you boys doing?!" Dutch emerged from his tent, along with Hosea to see Arthur's fist raining hell on Micah's face. "God damn it Arthur! Get off the man!" Dutch rushed towards Artur, dragging him off of Micah's body.

As Arthur was pulled off, you got a good view of Micah's face. His face was covered with blood, his nose was definitely broken, telling from the wounds on the bridge and the amount of blood pouring from his nostrils.

"Go on, take a walk miss." Dutch pushed Arthur out of the way as he flicked the blood on his fists onto the grass. Arthur walked past you, refusing to look at you or John. "Arthur Morgan!" You called out his name as you followed him off into the trees near camp.

"Hello? What just happened over there?" You grabbed onto his arm, pulling him so that he was forced to turn towards you. Arthur could definitely get serious on missions and get angry with someone, but you had never seen him that upset.

As he turned to you, his eyebrows were still furrowed and his lips drawn into a frown. His expression softened a bit when he looked at you, at the worry written all over your face. "It don't matter." Arthur pulled his hand away from you and walked further into the trees. "Well it sure seems like it matters. Why can't you tell me?" You continued to walk with Arthur, until he stopped where the trees started to thin to expose the river.

"Micah's a bastard and he only spews shit from his mouth." Arthur turned towards you, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against a tree. "We all knew that. What did he say though? You normally just brush it off." You stepped closer to him, placing your hand on his arm.

Arthur looked down at you for a second before sighing in defeat. "He said things about you. About us going to Saint Denis. He called you a whore among other things about your age." Arthur tried to read your expression as he looked down at you.

"Why you ain't let me hit the bastard myself?" You turned back to see Micah propped up in a chair, Mrs. Grimshaw helped to clean the blood off his face. "I'm sorry I just-" "Don't you dare apologize to me Arthur Morgan. Now go clean yourself up." You pointed to the blood that was almost fully dried on his knuckles.

"Of course darling. But from now on, I'm sure Micah won't be bothering you." Arthur placed his hand behind your neck, pulling you close to him so that he could place a kiss on your forehead. You smirked as you watched Arthur head back towards camp, his eyes glued to Micah as he walked by.

You couldn't help but smile as you replayed the scenes of Micah getting beaten by Arthur. It sure was nice to see him eat shit.