#arthur morgsn smut

[cowboahlemons]

familiar

quick lil imagine

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x F reader

Warnings: none

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Your boots crunch against the dry earth as you dismount from your horse after a postal run into Valentine. This has become your most common job since joining the gang a few months ago, a boring job but someone has to do it. Who better than the newbie. Your hands filter through the letters addressed to various members sorting them based on who you could see in camp. First port of call was always Hosea. He was the only person in camp who understood what an annoyance it was to collect everyone else’s mail and so it was always nice when he repayed you with a warm smile and a kiss on the hand.

A few letters down the pile and you land on the letter for Arthur Morgan. You can tell immediately by the handwriting who this letter is from. It is the kind of handwriting that seems taught, looks to be educated. Karen had told you all about the woman behind these cursive letters before, how Mary had stolen the heart of Mr Morgan years ago and still had a mighty hold on it. You make a beeline for Arthur’s tent, happy to find him laying down with his journal in his hand.

“About time you had a lay down, Morgan you must be exhausted” you smile at him, walking into his tent and extending the letter. “Picked up this letter for you today”

“Thank you darlin’” Arthur says, putting his weathered journal to the side and sitting up to grab for the letter.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Spinning on your heel, you walk out of his tent intent on delivering the remainder of your letters. Only a few steps out of the entrance to Arthur’s tent you hear him run out of his tent behind you, making his way to the horses. Your eyes follow him as you huff, watching him yet again make a fool of himself running to the aid of the woman who broke his fragile heart. The fragile heart you desperately want to heal.

You had developed a crush of sorts on Arthur very quickly after joining the gang. He was handsome in an unassuming way, and never failed to make you laugh every day. Most of all, he made you feel safe. The world was all but kind to you and upon learning about your tortured past Arthur seemed to make it his personal mission to integrate you into the gang. You had become so fond of seeing his smirk and dazzling blue eyes and just couldn’t help yourself falling for the broken cowboy.

“Y/N!!” Grimshaw shouted from across the camp, breaking your attention from the blue eyed cowboy for a moment. Hopefully, work will keep your mind off of what he could possibly be doing with Mrs Mary Linton.

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The day trudged on with a lot of sweat on your part. Grimshaw had you working all around the camp, moving bales, helping Pearson, going on supply runs into town. You were absolutely exhausted by the end of the day and ended up falling asleep on your cot mid-afternoon for a nap. It was dark when you woke, Sean was singing his merry heart our by the campfire and most people were well and truly hammered. You can never help but laugh at this bunch of rejects finding family together. A family you’re so very grateful to be part of. You avert your eyes over to the horses, hesitant to see if a certain white Arabian belonging to Arthur Morgan was present in camp. You saw the familiar flurry of her trail and smile to yourself.

“He’s back” you mutter and the familiar warmth of the safety Arthur makes you feel fills you. Inquisitively your eyes scan the camp, wondering where the man is hiding. It’s clear he isn’t in his tent or around the fire with everyone else. Your eyes land on the outskirts of horseshoe overlook, right on the ridge line you see that unmistakable cowboy hat sitting on the broad shouldered man. You could see a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other which he alternated his use of. Internally you made the decision to go and talk to him, your feet deciding for you and leading you over to him before your mind had a chance to fight it.

The smell of cigarettes consumed you once you came close to him. He seemed to be chainsmoking from the number of buds strewn across the floor near him. You walk over to him and sit right next to him, at first he doesn’t pay attention to your presence but after a few minutes he hands you the bottle of beer in his hand and you take a swig.

“You okay Arthur? You seem down.” Your eyes meet his as you spoke for the first time in a few minutes.

“‘M a fool, y/n. Running after Mary doing her dirty work for her yet again. Wasn’t good enough for her then, never will be but why do I keep goin’ back” he replies, clearly frustrated.

“Arthur, can I say something you ain’t gon’ like?”

“O’ course” Arthur mutters, taking another drag of his cigarette. The fiery tip lighting up his face in the of the dark night.

“The future is mighty scary. But you can’t just keep running back to the past because it’s familiar” you feel yourself practically choking the words out, the words he has needed to hear for too long. “It’s painful to see you go back to someone who held your heart in their hands and made a choice to smash it on the ground.” Arthur turns his head to you, pink lips slightly agape and eyes sparkling despite the low light.

“I don’t even blame her. Nor should you. She wasted too many years on an outlaw, an’ now she’s just getting her times worth out of me.” The most heartbreaking thing is that he means every word he says, as he finishes his cigarette and tilts his head to look you deeper In the eyes. “It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have at all, I guess” he mumbles as his eyes avert to the floor.

“You’re wrong” you respond, quickly and sharply. Your tone makes his head whip back up and make eye contact with you again. “Arthur, if you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love.” You shift your body to face him completely, placing a hand on the skin of his forearm. He shifts a bit at your touch, not used to the contact but it does nothing to deter you. “Mary didn’t feel that way about you. If she did she wouldn’t have tried to force you to consider who you are. I have no doubts she had love for you, or lust. But she wasn’t in love with you.”

Arthur is speechless as you finish, completely unmoving and a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Well, she may have been. But she isn’t in love with you like I am” you say finally, unable to keep your nerve in the end and shifting your eyes to your hand that is resting on his forearm. Nothing could be heard between the two of you but your light breathing and the hustle of the gang in the distance behind you. Your mind races, wondering what he could possibly be thinking as he continues to stare at your face, like he was waiting for the punchline.

And of course, the punchline never comes.

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