Arthur Morgan Oneshots

A Fine Night of Debauchery (ArthurxFReader)

I've finally gotten around to writing something for Arthur and Reader and it sucks. But I wanted to write something so badly because I love him 😍 So apologises to whoever reads this; I am aware it's bad. I'm hoping to improve the more I practice with reader inserts.

Arthur didn't like this at all. Walking into a job with no gun, no escape plan and to make matters worse; Trelawny had also dragged you into this whole scheme.

Not that Arthur didn't think you were capable. Far from it; but you were just at risk on this damn riverboat as he was. Making your way on board beside him as you clung tightly to his arm.

You were both to play the part of new money in the oil business according to the genius idea Trelawny had quickly filled you in on. Feeding you each pieces of your story while running you both all over Saint Denis making sure you looked the part before whisking you across town to the docks in his coach.

Stepping on board; you could practically hear Arthur's doubt about the whole thing racing through his mind. His eyes watching every movement of the armed guards patrolling the grand room full of the rich and high society folks.

And though his concerns had fallen on deaf ears where Trelawny was concerned, you rather shared Arthur's uneasiness.

But you had a job to do; so swallowing your worries you parted ways with the charming con-man and continued onwards towards the poker tables with Arthur.

Quietly taking a seat on the sidelines as the Outlaw moved to take his at the table.

"Good evening gentlemen; Arthur Callahan." He smiled. "Sorry I'm late, I had some uh...unfinished business at the bar."

You sat silently, taking in the game before you. Watching for any tells from the other players had, you maybe slip to Arthur when others weren't looking. The main focus however was your mark; a Mr Desmond Blythe. The Hosiery King as Arthur had called him, much to the man's displeasure.

It seemed he was playing big tonight, constantly taunting the other men for not betting bravely enough all the while throwing wads of his own cash; clearly proving that Trelawny had certainly done his homework on this one.

This man had serious money and if Arthur could beat him at his own game, you yourselves could walk away with a decent score for the first time in weeks.

You watched with bated breath as Blythe raised the bet over and over until eventually he came around all in. Winning the hand and busting the other players out. It was just him and Arthur now.

"Tell me Mr Callahan, what business are you in?" Desmond enquired, his eyes glancing across Arthur's shoulder and over at you.

"I'm an oil man, for my sins."

"Really? I haven't heard of you." He said. Flipping his cards over to look down at his hand.

"Oh you will." Arthur replied glancing at his own cards. "Ya know, I thought about getting into hosiery...but I just look better in a suit." He joked and you couldn't help the smile that played across your rose-tinted lips.

Desmond puffed an unamused sneered looking back at his cards, clearly not amused.

"I would stick to oil, Mr Callahan. I don't think you have a future on the stage." He grinned cockily; sliding his remaining chips across the table.

"You sound just like my wife."

"Yes and I've noticed you seem to have brought her with you this evening." His smile widened when he looked across at you. Your skin almost prickling under his gaze. "Such a beautiful little thing she is too. I'd keep an eye on her tonight if I were you Mr Callahan. Wouldn't want someone whisking her away when you weren't looking now."