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Dogfight

Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Chapter One:

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Winter had struck your little cabin out in the middle of no where, and you were stuck at home by the fire trying to warm up your numb fingers. You’d struggled to get food recently as a few wolves had been stalking the mountains outside- you wouldn’t risk going near those things, especially without company or proper supplies. All you could do was sit there and ration whilst you wait for the winter to subside. That was until you heard a knock at your door.

You jumped up in shock and ran to the window to investigate. Your eyes were met with a tall, scruffy but handsome looking man with a gentle smile on his face.

“Who are you…? What do you want?” You asked warily.

“M’names Arthur. I was wondering if you knew where to find this feller.”

He held up a picture of a man you knew all too well. He used to be your friend until he had stolen your horse and all of your belongings a few years ago and had never been caught. This sparked your curiosity, as this man could be a part of the law or a bounty hunter seeking him out.

You raised an eyebrow, “Maybe…how come?”

“Would you let me in ma’am? I don’t mean harm I promise.”

You reluctantly opened your cabin door and watched as his large frame entered, having to duck his head to get under your small run-down door frame.

“Nice place.” He mumbles, clutching his belt buckle.

You smile, “I do my best.”

“Mm” He subconsciously replies, and walks around to examine your cosy house. You took that as an opportunity to explore his features further.

He wore mostly black with an elaborate silver-buckle belt hung loosely around his hips. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms and in his gloved hands was his hat, held at his stomach out courteously. And finally your eyes meet his face. He had a warn down but content look about him which was complemented with his scruffy beard and slightly overgrown hair.

“Hey, don’t touch!”

His eyebrows furrow, concerned at the sudden outburst, and distances himself away from the shelf he was previously looking at.

However his cheerful demeanour is instantly back again and he walks over to your small table and chair, “Well…may i just sit down?”

“Uh-of course.”

You pull the chair out for him, and stand at the other side of the table expectantly. He pauses in silence before a short while, collecting his thoughts, before showing you the picture once again. He slid it across the table and tapped it with his index and middle finger, and then sat back in his chair, slouching with his legs spread out lazily. You huffed and muttered “bastard” at the picture in anger from just seeing that horrid mans face again.

“You don’t mind if i smoke do you?” He asked, pulling out a cigarette.

“Sure, you need some matches?”

He patted his pockets to check and responded with, “Yes please darlin’.”

You retrieved a match and walked round the table to meet him. Leaning over, you attempted to light the match, to no success as your hands were too shaky from the blistering cold. Arthur, upon realising this, clasped your hands in his to hold them steady and looked up at you with his deep blue eyes as he lit it. You couldn’t help the tingling feeling you got when he did this. The feeling was new to you, but you knew right away that you were attracted to him. You couldn’t deny it- he was very charming.

You stood back and turned around in an attempt to conceal your reddening face.

“Can i get you a drink?”

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and replied, “Oh no thank you miss…?”

“y/l/n…just call me y/n.”

He nodded his head and smiled, “It’s pretty.”

“Huh?” You turned around to face him.

“Your name,” He nodded, “It’s pretty.”

“O-oh thank you.”

There was a brief silence- you looking at your feet whilst he remained looking at you.

“So who are you meant to be anyway? Some kind of lawman?” You questioned.

“Far from it.” He chuckled, “I’m just gettin’ a job done.”

“You killing him?”

“Why does it concern you?” He raised a brow and smiled playfully.

“I used to know him. We were good friends actually. We were out camping one night until he ran into some trouble. A gang of guys found him and I think he owed them or somethin’. Anyway, he took my horse, my guns and all the rest of my valuable shit and fled. It was hard surviving after that. I was in the middle of no where!”

“Well I believe that gang of guys is who i’m workin’ for. and as you can imagine they want the worst for him, to say the least. So, do you know where i can find him?” He asked.

“Well I do know that whenever he got into trouble like this, he’d hide at his parents house if that’s any help to you.”

He looked up at you, “You know the address?”

You nodded your head.

“Well thank you ma’am it means a lot.”

You smiled, “It’s no problem. You’re doing me a favour.” You laughed, whilst he just smiled. “Would you like to stay for lunch? I don’t have much but I am quite the cook.”

Arthur watched as you opened your cupboard, “Wow you really don’t have much do you?”

“Nope. I haven’t been able to hunt in this weather, and with all the wolves going around lately i’ve been too scared to go outside if i’m being honest.” You admitted, “There’s never any food in the house and my fingers are numb from the cold constantly as I can’t get wood for the fire.”

“Well why don’t you come hunting with me girl! I’ll keep you company.”

You bit your lip, “I dunno…”

“Cmon, I owe you.” He smiled and stood up before taking another drag from his cigarette.

You nodded your head and replied with a simple “Yeah, okay” and walked towards your cupboard to retrieve your rifle, bow and any other essentials. Arthur walked towards the door and held it open for you, and waited for you to walk under his arm before following behind.

“That’s a beautiful horse. What’s its name?” He asked whilst lifting himself up onto his own.

You patted your horse and answered, “He doesn’t have one yet. I just got him a few days ago and still haven’t thought of a name.”

***

After a short while you were both deep into the snow-coated forrest being as quiet as you could. You hadn’t been outside in a while- it was refreshing but also terrifying. You were constantly weary of the wolves. Usually you weren’t too scared of hunting with predators, but there was just so many of them and so little of you. However you somehow felt safe with this stranger, and kept close to him at all times.

Your attention was suddenly alerted by arthur, as he whispered “C’mere” and held out his hand for you to take it, to which you did and crawled towards him behind a large rock.

He pointed and whispered in your ear, “Over there” whilst placing his other hand on the small of your back.

You peered over the rock to see a buck feeding off of as much grass as he could under the deep snow. Your immediate reaction was swiftly taking out your bow and arrow, but you were stopped from making any further movements by the large man next to you.

Arthur leant into you and whispered, “Slowly…be calm” and held your hands on the bow and arrow to support you. “Aim for the head…deep breath,” He instructed, “Always shoot on empty lungs.”

You pulled the arrow back, took a deep breath and shot the buck right in the head. You almost cheered in joy before remembering you couldn’t draw attention to yourself. This little victory could get you at least 6 weeks worth of food. You turned to Arthur who had a beaming smile on his face, but your cheerful mood suddenly faltered when you saw his smile instantly become fearful and his gaze shifted to behind you.

You turned around to see a huge grey wolf heading right towards the two of you. You heard arthur shout “oh shit!!” and immediately jump in front of you, firing his gun at the beast. You screamed in fear and shot the best you could with your shaky hands as the wolf pounced onto Arthur, scratching and biting him all over. Without hesitation, you pointed your rifle at the wolfs head and killed it, causing its lifeless body to slump onto poor Arthur, who laid there in shock.

“Oh my god are you okay?!” You said with a wobbly voice whilst pushing the great beast off of his wounded torso. He struggled to get his words out, attempting to say he was okay but you both knew that wasn’t true, so he instead let out a groan in pain. His shirt was ripped to shreds and covered in blood, but he remained with, astoundingly, no life threatening injuries- if treated. His hair was disheveled from its previously sleek and groomed state and his face was scrunched up due to his great discomfort. Although he still managed to pull himself in a sitting position.

You had regained your composure just enough to say, “Y-you just- just stay right here okay, Arthur? i’ll be right back!”

He whimpered as he clutched his stomach and responded with just a “mhm” as you ran away.

Coming back with both horses, you grabbed Arthur by the hand to help him up- almost falling over from the weight of him- and helped him jump up onto his horse before dragging the deer over to him and hauling it over the back of his horss.

“Alright let’s go.” You huffed and walked back to your own horse.

Arthur raised his hand, “wait…the- the wolf”

You nodded and took the wolf back to haul over your horse.

***

Arthur was laid in your bed with his shirt completely removed whilst you were by his side, cleaning and dressing the wounds on his chest and stomach. He was mostly relaxed aside from the pain, whilst you were trying to contain that feeling of attraction you had about him, trying not to let your eyes linger on his bare upper body, which rose and fell with every breath, or pay attention to his groans and whimpers in your ear as you touched the particularly sensitive injuries.

“Brace yourself…” You said sympathetically, opening the bottle of alcohol to cleanse his wound. He held your arm and gripped it tight as you slowly poured the burning liquid onto him. His breathing fastened, and he whimpered in agony with every breath.

“Faster woman! do it quick!” He commanded in desperation.

You obeyed and got it over and done with aswell as dressing it as best you could- which was pretty well considering you had almost no experience with this sort of thing.

You cupped his face in your hand in attempt to comfort him and softly said “Shh it’s all done now.” He closed his eyes in relief, but still had your arm gripped in his hand. “Are you feeling alright now?”

He nodded and sighed. “God thank you y/n, i don’t know where i’d be without you.”

“No thank you Arthur. You saved me. And you wouldn’t even be in this situation if you hadn’t been so kind as to help me hunt.” You laughed and said, “You’re my knight in shining armour.”

He laughed too and said, “Well I cant say i’m all that great but it’s no problem honey.”

There was a brief moment of silence whilst you just smiled at each other, and there was never an awkward silence with him, only comforting.

“Well…I suppose I should get going.” He added and went to get up, but was quickly stopped by your hand on his chest.

“Absolutely not. You need rest.” You insisted.

“But-”

“Look at the time!”

“I can travel in the dark!”

“And the weather! It’s about to get a lot harsher than this. See all the clouds up there?” You pointed up at the dark angry clouds ready to unleash a blizzard at any moment.

“Oh well…alright then. But only because you insist. If I become a burden you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.” He laughed.

You smiled at him and nodded before blowing out your candles and crawling into your double bed next to him. You both got comfortable, you laying on your side facing him and him still laid on his back.

About a few minutes later, Arthur broke the silence and whispered, “Hey, maybe you should come with me.”

“Huh?” You looked up at him with your eyebrows furrowed.

“Nevermind” He said, sounding almost like he was embarrassed.

You rested your head on his chest, consciously avoiding his injuries, and wrapped your arm around his lower stomach for some warmth. You knew this was a little forward, but you were too tired and cold to care. “No…i’d love to go with you. I mean i’ve got nothing better to do, and i’d love to see that asshole get what he deserves. You are actually killing him right?”

He chuckled softly. “Well no, y/n, unfortunately they want him alive. But there’s no harm in beating him almost to death.”

“Fine by me.” You both laughed and soon fell asleep like that. You slept happily knowing you’d finally felt content for once in a long time, and you sensed that he felt the same.

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