Til Death do we part [Arthur Morgan X Reader]

Stories and Stars

Some of the gang came over, either drinking or just resting. Some made some small talk, which you entertained but you were stuck in your mind, you couldnt stop thinking about that man, he didn't even react to the knife. There was no sign of pain. You wiped your face, dried blood crumbling off.

"You alright Amigo?" Javier asked as he looked up to you, pausing in his playing.

"Huh? Oh yeah why." You glanced between the hand that rested along the strings and his face.

"You just seem out of it. Wanna tell?" You could help but smile as you scrunched up your nose,

"Well, along the way back with Arthur. I had noticed how quiet it gotten. No birds chirping, no wolves. Just dead silence among our horses."

"That's never good." Charles said as he took the seat next to you,

"That's what I was thinking, so I stopped and listened, Arthur was curious but he was trying to urge me on. But I had such a bad feeling I wanted to figure out what it was. So I got off Ethanol and checked it out. A throwing knife was heading my way and..." Charles and Javier exchanged glances at your pause,

"Well I don't see a knife wound on you." Charles commented, you waved your hand as you nodded.

"Yeah, this man tackled me before it hit me and ended up taking the knife himself, but that's not the weird part. He was basically unaffected as he was trying to keep me from getting free." You paused again, concentrating on the fire, "Arthur had shot him off me. But everything felt so wrong I got on Ethanol and dashed."

"So that's why arthur arrived before you did, that's quite the event friend." Charles Gave a reassuring pat on your shoulder. "I assume he died before you could find out his motive... have you got an idea of why?"

"No.. No. not that I'm aware of." You stretched your legs out, eyes drifting towards Arthur who sat on his cot writing in that journal he kept a mystery.

Little jack ran up to you, placing a small hand on your knee, "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Will you tell me a story?" You laughed, ruffling his hair,

"Sure little guy, what kinda story do you want?"

"I don't care! I like all of your stories!" He giggled, you hummed thinking of what to tell,

"How about one of Dragons and adventure." You said as you begun tickling jack, laughing maniacally as he began running towards Abigail, who stood outside their tent waiting for him to return.

"He's been askin when you'd get back, he sure does love your stories." Abigail said as she pushed aside the flap of her tent, letting you both go in first. Abigail also liked your stories, even if she didn't show it.

When you finished the story, Jack was long passed out, Abigail quietly thanked you as John came in.

"Ah just in time, I was just about to leave." You said as you pushed yourself up, John gave you a curt smile as you brushed passed him. You yawned, story telling took a lot out of you.

To your amusement, Arthur was still up. With a brisk walk across the camp, you stood in front of his tent, arms crossed. His eyes flickered up, his hat in his hands.

"Want a bedtime story?" You hummed leaning forward, he laughed a deep hearty laugh.

"Well, I wouldn't hate it." Arthur mumbled, you brought up a stool sitting down next to him as he layer down.

"Okay, well, this ones about... let's see.." you thumbed your bottom lip as you thought. "Two very peculiar people."

"Only two? Peculiar?"

You slapped his arm playfully, "You wanted a story so shut up." He let out a laugh, settling down on his cot comfortably.

"These two, wether they wanted to admit it or not, were intertwined more than they liked. Forming a irreplaceable bond. One day, a heist goes wrong and they lose a lot of the people they called Family. They're devastated, but push on regardless.

With law enforcement looking for them everywhere they're forced to leave the place they once considered their future. Luckily for them, a ship is planning on leaving and they use it to get away but something goes terribly wrong and their ship ends up sinking."

"That's a lot of bad happening." Arthur mumbled, he had turned onto his side so he was facing you.

"Luckily they barely survive, washing up on the beach of a island. With some help from the locals, they manage to return to the rest of their family, but tragedy strikes again and the family is torn apart for the last time. Some had ran while others suffered and died. The Two managed to survive the whole ordeal, all while falling deeper in love with each other," you lightly laughed, "even through all that pain and loss, they still found time for love."

"Well? Did they ever get their happy ending?" Arthur asked, without a faltering smile you shook your head,

"No. They lived a life that wouldn't give a happy end." Your eyes drifted around the camp, "but in a way. It was a happy end. They got to live the remainder of their life together and that's the best thing that could happen to them."

"You're pretty good at this story telling business."

"I only learned from the best." You gently brushed some strands of hair out of his eyes. "I enjoy it though, being able to move someone with just a story." You stood up, moving the chair away from his cot, stretching until your back popped.

You let out a content sigh brushing off the sides of your outfit.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"You should tell me more stories sometime." You laughed, running a hand through your hair.

"Yeah alright, I'd like to do that."

The sun had fully set now, stars scattering across the sky.

"Goodnight Cowboy."