Chapter three was, something

So here is my tribute for it because God it’s so good. Here’s the link for this chapter, if you haven’t read it yet please I beg you to do so💖 read @flowercitti works they’re awesome ✨

I’m not even sure if I did Vash right but fuck it we ball, truly sorry if it is inaccurate ㅠㅠ

Arthur Morgan x Reader

Oneshot

Word Count: 1700+

Warnings: Swearing (I think), Slipping the tongues (kissing)

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You had been with the gang for a while, all looking out for one another whether that be by feeding, clothing and healing you. You came to love them, they aren’t bad people but they aren’t good neither but everyone has a flaw, ain’t one person a saint.

“Mornin’ creeper.” You had just stepped out from behind a tree, John sat on the riverbank with his feet barely touching the water. You see, you had been born with ‘the mute’ you couldn’t talk, you couldn’t make a sound. Hell, even your cough and sneeze didn’t have a sound to it. You flipped John the finger which made him laughed as he taunted you. Looking out over the water, you sighed quietly. “You wanna go swimmin?” John asked looking up from the gun he had in hands as he cleaned it, shaking your head you had pointed towards him. John pulled a face and looked back out over the rippling water. “No no, am good. I drink water, not swim in it.” He spoke with the voice of fear, you couldn’t question him further so you took a seat in the dirt beside his frame. You tapped his shoulder to break his attention from his weapon, once he looked to you, you had ran three fingers down your face in motion to his wounds from his encounter with wolves.

“My face? It’s doing fine lil’ miss. Don’t you worry.” He gave you a genuine smile which caused an effect for you to smile back, before you could tap his shoulder to annoy him once more, ‘Arthur is back.’ Came the voice of Kieran from camp, having no voice gave you the ability to have better hearing. Turning your head, John looked to see what you are looking back and spotted the blue shirt wearing man hitching his horse. John looked at your face and investigated it, your eyes as big as does. “Seems the creeper has a little love interest.”

He chuckled quietly, his shoulders bouncing up and down from it. You slapped his shoulder and silently scoffed, just a puff of air coming out. Arthur hadn’t paid you no notice in a while, last time he had spoken to you was a while back when he caught you snooping in his journal. He was mad, real mad. You had flinched away when he raised his hand, sure he felt bad about it but damn, you shouldn’t have went through his stuff without his consent.

“I say you walk your little pretty self over there and..” before John could even finish his smart arse comment you had gotten up from the dirt and began heading over to Arthur who had began to pour himself a bowl of the rabbit stew. Reaching up, you bit back and pulled your hand away, nervously looking around then finally reaching to tap his shoulder, he wore his blue jacket that matched his jeans and eyes, made him stand tall and look ever so handsome. “What now-“ He grumbled, tired from his long ride. His face crumpled and softened like a peach sat in the sun for too long when he caught a glance at you standing no higher than his chest. “Howdy little (y/n), you can bother me anytime since ya’ quieter than a field mouse. I see Sadie got you dressing like us folk too.” You flatted your hands down the torn thigh covered jeans, the shirt is a soft salmon pink ‘you look dressed to the nines.’ Sadie commented leading you to Karen for help with your hair, it had been something similar to a birds nest of recent but Karen soon brushed it out and braided it right back, playing hide and go seek with jack in the bushes had pulled out some loose ends but you looked pretty, so Arthur thought.

“Take a walk with me as I eat girlie, brought us some fresh fish if you want to pour yourself a plate once Pearson has finished ruining it.” You shook your head, you weren’t hungry. Thirsty yes, you could do with a glass of water with how dry and dusty your throat felt. Arthur ate his stew quickly as you both silently walked around the outskirts of the camp. Once his plate is clean he put it into his bag and pulled out a journal similar to his own but blue, the back slightly roughed up a bit but it was lovable enough. “Here.” He tossed the thing into your arms without warning, “I know you can read, so you must know how’t write. Next time I catch you reading what I wrote, I’ll jam that pretty little nose between the pages and paint you a picture with the blood you leave behind.” Arthur gained all seriousness before he choked out a coughy laugh that wheezed in his chest. “I’m kidding girl, stop looking like a deer in the lantern lights. Makes me wanna tie you down like one.” He stomped off, his boots leaving prints behind him.

Tilting your head, Arthur is a strange one that’s for sure. He could climb into a grave and charm whoever was inside the hole, he could punch your mama and make you say thank you for it. You didn’t understand, you didn’t understand him other than the fact he is the sweetest asshole around. You felt the cold presence of someone peering over your shoulder, you jumped as you turned catching Marston peering with a smile. “What you got?” You didn’t keep secrets from John, if you could talk, he’d know everything you knew. Handing the book over, he took it and flicked his fingers through the pages while nodding. “This is nice (y/n), ain’t nothing fancy but it’s leather back. Either Arthur robbed this or bought it for a pretty penny.” He gave you the journal back and tossed you a known smile as he shuffled past you.

“Love is in the air folks.” He hollered to himself walking into camp while You shook your head and headed off to your tent to store the journal away so it didn’t get lost or caught up amongst the other books in camp. Pulling back the cloth tarp that made do as a flap, you got a fright when you spotted Arthur laid out in your clot while smoking a cigarette. “M’sorry if I startled you, just figured since you come along and invade my space, maybe I should do the same to you.” You closed the flap over, you didn’t mind him invading your space. Infact you wouldn’t have minded him coming a little closer.

The smell of the sour wet mud filled the tent, the smoke from his cigarette made it cloudy and the heat for both your bodies made it unbearable. You wanted to pull at your collar and gulp, Arthur swung his legs off your cot and patted down the space beside him. “Come sit, I don’t bite.” You took the space beside him, he didn’t scare you nor threaten you. He’s just a man, what’s the worse he can do? You thought looking up at him with a smile. “It might take a little longer for us to have a conversation.” He motioned towards the journal while pulling out a pencil from the inside of his coat and holding it to you. “But it’s a start.” You took the pencil and began to write down on the first page, your handwriting a little wonky after sometime but it’s readable. You held the page up to Arthur who scowled as he read. “Hi, that’s all ya’ gonna write?” He muttered a ‘jeez’ under his breath as he looked around. “You been, ‘spying’ on anybody of recent?” He’s questioning you, he wants to know what you know.

You began to write down in the page furiously, turning it to him he read it aloud. “Dutch has gotten paranoid. Yeah well, it’ll be fine. He hasn’t started anything.” He sighed rubbing his thighs. You wrote down ‘yet’ on the paper and turned it to Arthur with a lopsided smile. He coughed a laugh, his cough getting worse over the past few weeks. “I’ll deal with it (y/n) don’t go worrying about ole’ Dutch.” You blew out a snort and began to write, Arthur watched the pencil move on the page rather than waiting for you to turn it for him to read. “Don’t worry bout’ that-“ he tilted his head as you continued, “-I only worry about you.”

You tried to hide the blush as he breathed over you, “you shouldn’t worry about me, I ain’t no good man.” You rolled your eyes, here came that ‘I ain’t a good man.’ Famous tagline of his, You sweared that would be written on his headstone. Quickly, on impulse and lust you had reached your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, the back of his neck felt oily and slick, your nails scraped along at ease as your tips curled the bottom of his hairline, tugging softly but it was sharp enough for a groan to leave his lips and into your lungs. Pulling away, your hands came to his cheeks, his hands never left his thighs, the respectable gentleman you always knew he was never laid a finger on you. You let your forehead rest on his for a moment before writing again. Arthur read along; “I wouldn’t let a bad man kiss me, you are a bad man but you aren’t that bad.”

Arthur huffed and shrugged one shoulder with a swift roll of it and a crack of the neck. “That was uh, unexpected.” He plucked a small stick from your hair and smiled at it as he tossed it into the dirt. He took a real good look at you, a real one. Not just a passing glance, sure you aren’t Mary. You don’t have the skills like Sadie but you are you’re own voiceless woman who he would proudly voice an opinion for. “Wanna try this again sweetheart?”

Before you could nod, or write ‘yes’ in the journal he took it from your hands and tossed it on the grass and took a firm hold of you, the way a man should hold his lady. “This, is how a real man kisses his little lady.”

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