Arthur Morgan Oneshots

Help a Brother Out (Arthur/femReader)

I know I stole the title from one of the missions in game but I just thought it was fun. This is a two parter with John Marston playing cupid as he tries to help Arthur and the reader realise their feelings for each other. Just a silly idea I was playing with. I'll hopefully have the second part up in a few days. I've never written anything for John so I hope he's not too out of character. 

John Marston didn't exactly consider himself romantic by any means. He forgot anniversaries, birthdays and special occasions; always clueless as to why Abigail was annoyed with him.

But there was one thing he did always notice and ironically; that was the first signs of romance. In the early years with the Van Der Line gang, John was reserved and quiet. But noticed a hell of a lot more than he ever let on. It was clear from the beginning there was an attraction between you and Arthur but it seemed both had either chosen to ignore it or were just down right oblivious to it. Either way however...it was driving John mad!

Whenever the three of you went out on a job, you were always distracted. Whenever John wanted to discuss business with Arthur, the man was always too busy stealing glances at you to listen. Then there was the time you almost crashed the wagon John was riding in 'because you thought Arthur winked at you.'

It was quickly becoming a problem for John, so he decided that if the two of you couldn't figure things out for yourselves... then he'd do it for you.

It had started with small things at first. Purposely making sure you ended up on jobs together; alone. Changing the patrol list when no one was looking so you'd be together on guard duty; once again alone.

But it seemed your obliviousness was a force to be reckoned with. After weeks of working together; you still hadn't made a move! Neither of you had!

John decided perhaps it was time to move onto plan B. But he needed to be sneaky.

He noticed Abigail by the stream washing the last of the laundry. The rest hung out to dry on a tree branch not too far away. He approached cautiously; after the rather heated argument they'd had the night before was still a little raw. But figured if she knew what he was planning, perhaps she'd find it sweet enough to forgive him.

"Say Abigail...what kinda gifts do women like?" He asked gently, his voice steady but careful lest she explode into a rage yet again. " Ya know the kind a man can show his feelings with? To show he cares I guess?"

It was obvious to the naked eye that Abigail openly blushed at John's question but the man himself didn't seem to catch it before it was wiped from her cheeks by a coy smile.

"Why John you wonderful man!" She gasped in delight but John honestly couldn't understand why, did she know about his plan to help Arthur? Had he mentioned it and forgotten? He pushed it to the back of his mind as he focused on the task he'd set himself, kneeling down to sit level with her.

"Well most women appreciate little things like flowers..." Abigail hummed in thought. John nodded. It was a start he supposed.

"Alright thank you...you uhhh you know what Y/N's favourite flower is then?"

The look on Abigail's face dropped instantly; her nostrils flared in anger as she swiped at John with her scrubbing brush. He flinched out of the way, stumbling back onto his feet as it narrowly missed his head.

"DAMN YOU JOHN MARSTON!! YOU WRETCH! YOU DEGENERATE!!" She bellowed much to the confusion of her husband. Dodging her swings as he slowly backed away.

"Easy woman! I was only askin' damnnit! What's your problem?!" John rasped as he tripped over his own feet and turned to walk back into camp away from his seething wife. Apparently asking Abigail's opinion had been a horrible idea, but he couldn't understand why she was so livid with him. Once again he'd ending up saying the wrong thing. Though it was more frustrating because he only wanted to help you and Arthur. Maybe he needed to rethink things; his plan was clearly not going to work if all he did was annoy everyone else in camp.