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simpingcowboy · 2 years

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A Stranger in a Bar

Pairing: Jack Daniels x GN!Reader no use of Y/N

Rating: R (adult themes)

Warnings: consumption of alcohol (by Jack/ ambiguous consumption by reader), thoughts of infidelity, allusions to unhappy relationship, many feelings, slight angst, southern charm

Word Count: 2.8k+

Summary: You wanders into a bar after an argument with your partner. Agent Whiskey makes it his personal mission to make you feel better and show you how you deserve to be treated.

Author's Note: This was my first time writing for Whiskey! I just wanted to do something fun and sweet with my favorite cowboy. (Also use this as free therapy to deal with feelings about my ex lmao)

Enjoy :)))

You sat perched up on a high barstool. Soft country music plays on an old jukebox somewhere off in the bar. The drink you'd ordered hours ago- long forgotten. Reduced to a watered down version of whatever it was the bartender has recommended. You stayed looking ahead along the rows of alcohol lined up on the shelf, watching the way the flickering lights bounced off each bottle. It was a slow night, not many people had been there when you first walked in and now most nobody remained.

It had been a long night. It'd started as a drive, just a way to get your mind off things. You drove out as far you could without completely emptying the tank. Which is how you wound up here. Out in the middle of nowhere. At a bar. Alone. As far away as you could get from your partner at home. You just needed to get away, even if just for a bit. Just a place to wallow in your sorrows.

"Whiskey please." Calls a disembodied voice from behind you. It’s a low voice, smooth, and laced with an unmistakable Kentucky accent.

Glancing over, you catch sight of the stranger that’s taken the seat beside yours. He's handsome. Really handsome. His profile cuts an impressive silhouette. A low furrowed brow, strong arched nose, pouted lips topped with a fluffy mustache, and a soft square jaw. He was pretty. Taking a wider glance at him, you take in his outfit. A black fringe leather jacket fitted over a white t-shirt. Painted on blue jeans with a large belt buckle that pulls your eyes down to his slender hips. Lower down you see a pair of heeled black cowboys boots embroidered with a western design along the sides. And of course, a matching black cowboy hat rests on the bar beside him.

"Hey pretty baby." The stranger calls to you, drawing your eyes back up to his face. "Seein' something you like?" He said with a smirk. His eyes catching yours; warm dark brown eyes...welcoming and tempting.

You turn your head back, looking straight ahead at the spot you'd been staring at for the last hour or so before. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare." You say solemnly, "I just liked your hat is all." The excuse was lame but hopefully enough to get him off your back.

The message is received on his end. Bad night he thinks to himself. He thought it probably best to leave you alone, but he'd be damned if he didn't even try to make you feel even a bit better. The stranger takes a taste of the whiskey placed before him, building himself up to try again.

"Well thank you very much." He declares, taking the well worn hat in his hands and holding it to display it to you. "She is a beauty, ain't she?" The man expertly spins the hat on his finger to give you a 360° view. He glances over, and is pleased to see the smallest smile peak through. "Not nearly as beautiful as you are though. Now tell me darlin," the ever-increasingly charismatic cowboy lets out a soft groan as he reaches up to put his hat back up on his head "What were you really looking at me for?" A soft smug grin plastered back on his face.

You shrug, trying to keep it cool despite a look of embarrassment peaking through your expression. "I just like looking at you, that's all."

The stranger's grin stretches out to a full grown smirk. "Well don't let me stop you from looking." He pivots on his chair to face forward towards the bar. "But-" he stops to say, his eyes wander over you much longer than necessary "I can't promise I won't be lookin' back at ya."

Suddenly your throat felt full, there was no longer enough air in the room, or blood in your brain. This wasn't right. You knew it wasn't no matter how unhappy in your relationship you were. Better stop it now before it goes too far.

Finally you speak up "I'm taken." Even the words tasted bitter on your tongue.

Trouble in paradise he reasons, if the annoyance laced in your voice was anything to go by. You see the man push back slightly in his seat. "Oh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend." He replies not wanting to overstep. But then again, he was never the type of man to let things be- not when he could make them better. Third time’s the charm. He mimes looking around the bar, feigning a look of fear as he leans in close to you. "Just to be clear, no cats gonna come to scratch me up for talkin' to ya, right?" You laugh for what feels like the first time in days. Jack smiles back at you, relishing in your joy.

You shake your head as you answer, "No, I promise no one's gonna come looking for you." You smile again as you eye up the stranger again. A little looking couldn't really hurt could it? "Not that I think you'd have any trouble holding your own of course."

He tips his head to you, a proud look upon his face. "Naturally, of course! Now I don't mean to brag but I reckon I'm one of the best fighters this side of the Mississippi."

"Is that so?" You challenge him.

"Yup, one of the best dancers too." He stands from the bar stool, offering you his hand. "But I'll let you decide that one for yourself."

You look at him nervously. He was being so damn nice and sweet and so charming. It almost felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on you. Showing you a man like this, knowing what you've got waiting for you at home. You look him over once more, finally able to get a full look on at the stranger. He stood tall, if you had to guess somewhere right around six feet. Seeing him from the front you can fully appreciate his wide broad shoulders. He looked straight out of a daydream, and here he stood hand extended out waiting for you.

“Well, what’d ya say Darlin?” The cowboy beckons you to take his hand. “I think you’ll find I'm on my best behavior.” he says with a teasing wink.

“Best behavior, huh?” you tease.

“Always am.” He retorts.

A chuckle escapes your lips. You confidently slide your hand into his and let him guide you off the chair onto the dance floor. It's just a dance you calm your nerves. Besides you were already heartbroken once tonight, what's a second time? You might as well enjoy it this time around.

The handsome stranger leads you to the dance floor. It's a small space that on a typical weekend is packed tightly, but right now you two have the floor all to yourselves. He pulls you over to the jukebox.

"Now let's put on somethin' but more appropriate shall we?" He says as he searches through the songs. Letting go of your hand for just a moment to put the coins in the machine. "There" he smiles brightly as the first notes of a country love song come on "much better ain't it?" He eases his hand back into yours.

You nod "Much better."

You pull in closer, squeezing his hand softly and letting your opposite hand climb up onto his shoulder. His hand moves into position on your waist, mindful to be respectful. Together you two sway gently letting the tune guide your pace.

Jack wasn't really meant to be here. If the job had gone right he'd be in a club a couple miles over on a surveillance job. Much to his dismay, the target was tipped off and skipped town, ruining his chances of getting any intel that night. Having the night off, he'd thought going for a drink might not be too terrible an end to the night. Landing him in this small country bar- bringing Jack straight to you.

Of course he'd seen you when he walked in. Sat up at the bar by yourself. They're a stunner alright the cowboy had thought to himself as he went to sit up beside you. He'd initially been hoping you might wanna join him for an evening. At the least, he reckoned you'd make good company while he enjoys his drink.

It'd started as that, him on his usual flirty behavior, but no now this was personal. How was someone as lovely as you left to feel this way all by themselves? Jack thought it downright blasphemous for a partner to leave you this way. Now Jack was not known for his sympathies, but he just had to make you feel just a bit better. He planned to do it in the only way he knew how to.

Despite his noble intentions, Jack was always weak in the heart. He was defenseless to stop his heart and mind from running wild when he first saw you smile. The logical part of him scolding his heart again and again; they're just a stranger, a taken stranger at that. Still despite all his efforts- he saw it clear as day. This stranger in his home waking up by his side. This stranger, baking him fresh apple pies. He saw himself teaching them how to ride. He saw it all in just minutes time. Jack saw a whole lotta love just waiting to be had in the stranger's eyes.

This stranger in a bar, had him by the heart.

You smile to yourself enjoying the way you feel in your cowboy's arms. This is what life ought to be, you think to yourself. You look up, meeting the gaze of the handsome stranger. He's just met you yet, here he looks at you in total admiration. As if you've hung every star in the sky or baked him his favorite pie. They never look at me like that, you think back to your partner at home.

You were unhappy in your relationship. You'd thought so many times that even if you left you’d never get anything better. That perhaps this is just what love really is. Maybe you didn't deserve anything better. But how on Earth could you think that now when this man is staring at you like that? It felt like a dream. You thought of taking the stranger home, making him yours. Your head filled with thoughts of happy days, romantic dates, a whole lifetime of love you could have in this man's arms.

"What's your name, Darlin?" He asks, snapping you out of your daydream.

You laugh aloud, having been so lost in thought you'd forgotten you barely know this man at all. You introduce yourself with the nod of your head.

He repeats your name back to you with a smile. Your name lingers on the edge of his tongue as if he doesn't wanna let it go. "Why- that's the perfect name for a perfect beauty like yourself." His gaze lingers over you for a moment.

"And you are?" You ask, your mind pressed to put a name to the handsome man.

"Where are my manners?" He exclaims. He retracts his hand from your waist, reaching up to tip his cowboy hat at you. "The names Jack. But you-" Jack wraps his hand back onto your waist pulling you tight against him "You can call me any time." He finishes with a wink.

You find your head thrown back in laughter at the cheesiness of his joke. He smiles right along with you, taking you in like a long sip of whiskey. His hand lovingly squeezes at your waist, as your hand slivers up his shoulder to his collar; grazing the hairs at the base of his neck. Jack's other hand, still wrapped around yours, moves to intertwine between your fingers. Your chests are pushed up closely against one another. Every inhale and exhale opposed from each other. Jack presses his forehead up against yours, the shadow on his cowboy hat lingering over both your faces.

At this moment, everything is just Jack. Being this close to him, even his smell fills your senses. He smells of the whiskey- still fresh on his tongue, of the leather oil- that's sheen on his jacket, of the aftershave- that's long settled in the pores of his face, and just a bit of cinnamon- as if he just ate apple pie before he came. As you look up at the stranger, you melt into his sight and allow yourself to feel at home in those warm brown eyes.

The veil of reality slips deeper and deeper into the fantasy you've put on for each other. Your smiles each grow larger, as your imaginations continue to go wild. Your daydreams grow with each passing moment. And if only for a moment, you let yourself believe maybe I will take him home.

Then, as it always does, reality comes back again. Your phone buzzes aggressively in your pocket as you let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry Jack." You say, a look of embarrassment evident on your face. You unwind yourself from his arms and step back against the jukebox. Looking at your phone you see your partner calling you. No doubt about to scold you for not coming back home yet. You shake your head as you hang up the call, not bothering to pick up. Opting to send a quick text instead "be home soon" is all it says.

You look up longingly at your cowboy all alone on the dance floor. A look of disappointment not well concealed on his face. He catches your withdrawal and moves into your space cautiously.

"Everything alright, Sugar?" Jack asks with a solemn tone.

"I'm okay I-" You bite your lip, hoping the words don't come out "I've gotta go home is all." A grimace plastered on your face.

The stranger smiles back down at you, not nearly as brightly as before. Though you both knew it'd end this way, knowing did little to ease the pain. The fantasy shared between you two shattered.

"I guess I best be letting you go on your way then." He says trying to put back on a jolly front for you though he's desperate for just a moment more with you. "Do you need a ride or anything? I've got my car right out front if you need or-"

You smile at him. Even now he's being so kind to you. You reach up, stopping his rambling. Your hand landing on his cheek and stroking it softly. "Won't be necessary cowboy, I've got my own ride. But thank you." You lean in to give Jack a kiss on the cheek. As you pull away, you smile at the cute blush that's come over his cheeks.

"Whenever you need Darlin'. I'll be here for ya." Jack takes your hand in his and gives it a quick kiss. His eyes peer into yours from under his hat. He drops your hand and bites his lip to stop himself from asking you for another dance.

"I know you will Jack"

You practically have to peel yourself away from him. You saunter out towards the door of the bar, letting your gaze linger on Jack. He’s perched back up at the bar, a fresh drink in hand. A drink he takes down much faster than the first one. As you open the door to leave, you call out to him once more. "I'll give you a call!" You smile playfully, both of you knowing full well you didn't exchange numbers.

From across the bar, you see him light up just a little bit more. He sends you off with a smile, "Anytime pretty baby!" He calls back at you from his spot back at the bar.

As the door shuts behind you, you feel your heart break for the second time that night. The sight of your cowboy sitting by himself nearly enough to make you cave. Still, you carry on to the walk back to your car. The cool night air dances along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its path and reminding you of the empty space around you. Even with the growing physical distance between you, your mind still wanders back to Jack. Back inside you felt so warm, so loved, and just so wanted. It'd be easy to turn around and drown in the fantasy of the stranger; but as much as you'd like to, you can't live in a daydream. So, you get in the car.

Glancing over at the bar once more, a love sick smile overcomes you. You chuckle at yourself, knowing you’ll be thinking back to this night for a long time.

"Thank you Jack." you whisper into the night as you drive off with the comfort that everything will be alright.

Maybe in another life you would make Jack yours. Take him home, make him your husband. Bake him the world’s best apple pie. But in this lifetime at least, he was a stranger. That's all he'll ever be, a stranger in a bar.

A stranger in a bar, who stole just a little bit of your heart.

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azures-bazar · 1 year

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Accommodating

Re-uploading this one shot because I wanted to add some changes. I'm experiencing a massive writers block tho, my inspiration is gone (my new job is taking most of my mental energy away but I love it lmao)

Here is some SOFT!Arthur one-shot, again, because boy oh boy it makes me want to write a full story about him going through our current era lol

Don't mind his absolute child-like fascination for modernity, I mean... it's cool to see our tough cowboy happy, isn't it ?

Arthur Morgan x GenderNeutralReader

Word count : 2.9k

Short summary : You make Arthur try some new technologies, and it’s quite funny to watch his large blue eyes gaze at them !

A/Note : I bought myself a galaxy projector not so long ago and wondered how Arthur would react lol. Don’t mind it !

Tags : cute, Arthur discovers modern things, mentions of Avatar, movie-watching, snacks, cute nicknames, cuddles, soft boah is in the modern world, men can also cry

A cowboy in the modern world… what a weird story to tell ! Arthur had been in your life for a few months already, slowly accommodating to your era. Sometimes, it was fun, sometimes it was almost scary, and, occasionally, it could be sad. You knew Arthur was an outlaw, a thirty-six, probably thirty-seven year-old man who had been abandoned on the top of a mountain, but he never really brought the subject to the table. In fact, on a few occasions, he would mourn the rest of his gang, he would mourn his friends he would never see again. You had done your best to cheer him up during his rather sad moments, but nothing could really fill that void.

Arthur missed these folks, a few names were frequently mentioned : Hosea, John, Tilly, Charles, Sean and Lenny. Six people he would describe at times, probably the six people he missed the most from his former life. A father-figure, his siblings, his closest friends… he often wondered what happened to them, to these people becoming distant memories he could only mourn. As of 2023, even little Jack was gone. You wished you could do something, probably beg for Francis Sinclair to come back and drag all these people he mentioned to your time… but Francis was long gone, not even bothering about stepping by your place anymore.

You knew Arthur loved drawing stuff, so you bought him a set of sketchbooks for him to practice. He would hole himself in your now-shared room, sitting on the edge of your window or on your bed, spending about one or two hours sketching figures, animals or even sceneries which appeared to be from a very distant era, mixed with modern buildings and figures he came across while wandering in the streets with you. You often left him alone for him to enjoy his solitude, listening to some blues while sketching his discoveries before he would head to you and proudly show you some of his works. One of your walls had a full set of Arthur’s drawings framed and displayed to the eyes of any guest coming in. After all… it was art ! And nothing could make Arthur more happy than receiving compliments about his sketches he often disliked.

Arthur still had some hard time getting used to a smartphone you had bought him as you thought it would be a good thing to keep in touch whenever you would be away from him. He nearly broke his phone’s screen twice, unable to understand why it would not switch on, struggling to send you correctly written texts. His large fingers did not help much, he would get easily frustrated by not selecting the right letter for his text. You absolutely adored each one of them, finding them incredibly cute by knowing how much Arthur wanted to do things like you. Sending a text usually took you a few seconds, whereas Arthur would roughly spend one minute writing a five-word sentence filled with typing mistakes, some of them being due to his autocorrector.

"Im misqing yoi, Y/N !" was an almost daily message he would send you

At some point, you saw an add of a galaxy projector while scrolling on some social media, right after telling Arthur he would probably get a lot of followers if he decided, by miracle, probably, to create an account for himself. He was handsome, had some sweet-looking traits and could easily model for some alternative brands. He often said he would never do such thing, finding his face too ugly to be shown to anyone. How wrong he was, he was probably the most gorgeous-looking man you had ever met ! But, somehow, you did not want to encourage him to post pictures of himself. Social medias were a rather dangerous place for healing minds, and Arthur still needed time. Besides, he would probably not even be able to post anything due to his lack of ease using his digital keyboard !

You bought that lamp later that night, it got delivered quite fast. You carefully unpacked your new tool and quickly headed to your bedroom, followed by Arthur who had stopped reading a book about extinct species as he saw you wander around your place with this curious thing you held. You calmly placed the lamp on your bed, reading the instruction manual while Arthur touched it several times, not understand what the hell this little thing was and what was its purpose.

"What’s that ?" Arthur asked

"It’s a galaxy projector." you answered.

"Why d’you need that ? Can’t you just look at ‘em stars from your window ?"

"Light pollution prevents it. These are often used to create a cute ambiance at home or to distract kids. Wanna give it a try ?"

"Sure."

Arthur sat on the bed as you switched all lights off, plugging your galaxy projector on, making a large blue and purple light come out of it, filled with laser dots representing stars. The background was moving a little, creating a wave effect which froze Arthur on place. He kept his head up, looking at your now star-covered ceiling. His surprised and mesmerised face was absolutely priceless ! His eyes were shining, his mouth remained half-open as he could not help but stare at these fake stars covering your ceiling. All his troubles were forgotten, making him return to a child-like state. It was such a beautiful thing to see !

"And it can also distract grown-ups." you smiled

Your cowboy-roommate did not even react. His attention was completely focused on the ocean of fake stars he had above his head ! Of course, Arthur knew what a projector was. It would have been awesome to see his reaction if he had never seen such thing before, he would probably have been trying to catch these laser stars like a cat and look confused. But, at the moment, his reaction was pretty cute.

You left Arthur alone in the room to buy a ready-made lunch at the local market. He had a phone and would call you whenever he would need your help, if he would get lucky enough to make his fingers touch the right icon on his screen. It only took you a few minutes to buy some finger food for the two of you to eat while watching a movie, you came back to find Arthur exactly where you had left him thirty minutes earlier, in the same position, with this same amazed facial expression blooming on his face. He was hypnotised by these lights enough to feel suddenly so lost as you opened the curtains of your bedroom.

"Wh… what’s going on ?" he said, placing his large hand over his eyes. "Damn sunlight…"

"I brought us some food. You wanna watch a movie ?"

"Yeah, why not ! Just… just let have my eyes back first, hun."

Arthur rubbed his eyes and shook his head while you smiled. You absolutely loved listening to him giving you cute nicknames, such as hun, sweetheart, lovebug… even calling you boo, sometimes, after he heard about that nickname while watching TV. It took him a few more seconds to leave your bedroom, keeping his eyes partly closed until reaching your living room, helping you placing all the food on the table, still looking surprised you did not have any forks or knives to eat these carrots, chips, mozzarella sticks and cucumbers. He glanced at the chips and took one between his fingers. Since his arrival in your era, he had never seen or had the opportunity to taste chips !

"What’s that thing ?" he asked. "Is that really food ?"

"Oh, that’s a potato chip."

"Really ? Just like fried potatoes ?"

"Yeah, just like fried potatoes, but smaller and thinner. We can eat them for snacks or very random occasions. Try it !"

Arthur nodded, taking a bite of the chip before smiling and taking more of them into his large hand. You could not help but chuckle at his sudden addiction to salty treats, wiping away a few crumbs stuck in his three-day beard with the tip of your fingers. He turned shades darker and smiled, gently taking your hand and rubbing it with his thumb as you launched the movie. Avatar, by James Cameron. Back in a day, that movie had been vastly acclaimed for its large technological progress, and was still pleasant to be watched to this day. You would take Arthur to watch the second Avatar movie someday soon in case he liked the first one.

"Are ‘em blue folks real ?" Arthur asked while pointing a Na’vi on screen

"No, they’re modelled with computers." you smiled, trying to explain Arthur about motion capture in the most easiest way. "Our technologies allow us to record actors and then modify their bodies thanks to computers to morph them into these blue folks, like you call them."

"Is there a planet called Pandora too ?"

"I don’t know. Probably ? The universe in infinite, and we didn’t explore much yet."

The gaze Arthur gave you was adorable. You could see his eyes shine with admiration, it was such a privilege to be able to witness an era which was more than one hundred years ahead of his time, despite its good and bad moments. You had tried your best to keep Arthur away from newspapers in order to help him remain in his rather innocent state of discovery, knowing that a simple glance at the news on TV would probably make him terribly sad and somewhat nostalgic of his own time.

It was quite unexpected, but Arthur cried during the movie. He cried because of its overall beauty, the story appeared amazing to his eyes, the soft melodies and choirs chanting in background soundtracks moved him a lot. He loved the bioluminescent effect of some scenes, the overall atmosphere of the movie, not taking his eyes away from your TV while wrapping his arm around your shoulders, gently kissing your temple at times. He adored that, he adored this moment. Having you close to him while being fully taken into this movie made him forget about all his past troubles.

"D’you also have ‘em guns ?" he softly asked

"Maybe… why ? You want one in case you’d come across blue people ?"

"Mmmm… yeah. Jus’ in case. I miss my good ol' revolver, sometimes."

You rested your head on his shoulder, somewhat amused by his sweet attitude. You would listen to his gasps, his soft squeals, his almost inaudible wows… you could not deny how adorable Arthur was. You could even hear him sniff, his chest trembling a little whenever a scene would be emotional enough to bring him to tears. Who would have thought Arthur could be so sensitive ? Those who knew him much more than you did. Hosea and Charles, for instance, and most probably John at some point, even Dutch. Just by looking at his drawings, you could have guessed he had a soft heart and high intelligence hidden underneath his rather menacing appearance.

The movie lasted for so long… you had time to check your phone about a dozen times while resting against Arthur whose eyes were glued to the screen. You did not even want to bother him, he was absolutely hypnotised by the movie and did not want to be bothered. You smiled at him as the credits rolled, noticing tears streaming on his cheeks as you teasingly poked them.

"Getting a little sensitive, huh ?" you smiled

"That was a beautiful show !" Arthur answered. "I loved every second of it ! Can we watch it again ?"

"Someday, we will. But... let's just take a break, okay ?"

Night came pretty fast, Arthur made you a lavender infusion, you found enough energy to work a little while Arthur sat on the couch and started sketching. Very random figures, some fantasy-like sceneries… and you. You could easily tell he was drawing you by looking towards your direction a few times, then proceeding to sketch something, and looking back again. Another artwork to frame, that was for sure !

"What are you drawing, cowboy ?" you smiled

"Well… I’m trying to sketch you, but I can’t get it right… you’re too gorgeous and my hand shakes too much."

"That’s… that’s really sweet !"

"I mean it."

What Arthur told you made your heart stop beating, you turned shades darker and hid your face behind your hands. Your smile widened enough to cause your roommate to move closer to you, carefully closing your laptop with a large smirk blooming on his face. He made you stand up, slowly uncovering your beautiful face before dropping a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"You’re making me melt, you know that ?" you smiled

"Let’s get you to bed so you’ll stop workin’ on your… weird machine here."

"It’s a computer, Arthur."

"Well, computer or not, you’re going to bed with me ‘cause it’s kinda late."

You shrugged, you didn’t notice how fast time had passed since you decided to get back to work ! Remote-working had its ups and downs, and Arthur had complained a few times about you staying up too late instead of going to bed and hide into his embrace. He could hardly sleep without having you next to him, and there were no ways to escape him that night. How could you resist these puppy eyes and insisting behaviour ? Your arms spread wide for him to lift you up while you dragged your legs around his hips. Arthur loved carrying you around your place, he could easily remain in shape by doing this almost on a daily basis ! You did not mind it. In fact, you loved having him carry you from a room to another. Bridal and koala style, as you called it, were your favourite.

Arthur calmly put you on the bed and proceeded switching all lights off while you changed into some more comfortable wear, slipping under your blanket as Arthur moved next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He took advantage of you turning yourself towards him to passionately kiss you before making you rest your head on his shoulder. You remained like this for a few seconds, in your pitch-black bedroom, up until Arthur cleared his throat.

"Erm… Y/N ?" he sheepishly asked

"Yeah ? What’s wrong ?"

"Would you mind… switching the galaxy lamp on for a bit ? I… I liked it and…-"

"Sure, sweetheart."

You gasped at your own sudden reaction. "Sweetheart ? Really ?" you scolded yourself, covering your forehead with your palm. You never dared giving Arthur nicknames, not finding anyone of them suitable enough for your time-traveling cowboy, his sole name sounded just fine, you would sometimes call him by his surname. Sweetheart came out of nowhere, and was well deserved !

"S-sorry." you stuttered

"Nah, it’s fine." Morgan responded. "I like ‘em sweet nicknames. "

Arthur smiled, deeply flattered by the nickname you just gave him. His heart pounded faster than expected as you calmly reached out to get the lamp and switched it on. A beautiful fake galaxy suddenly covered your ceiling, filled with laser stars which slowly moved along with the rest of the digital ocean of blue and purple clouds behind them. You analysed Arthur’s reaction and smiled at his sight.

"Why do you like this lamp so much ?" you smiled

"Oh… it just reminds of home." Arthur answered as he moved closer to you, allowing you to place your head back on his chest

"You never slept with a roof over your head before you came here ?"

"I did, at some point… but I got used to fall asleep while gazing at the stars from a corner of my tent, or sometimes from my bedroll when I was away. Gazing at ‘em moving above me was always calming."

"If you want, we could go camping this summer. Would you like that ?"

You heard Arthur moan a little, feeling his heart pound faster. Your head rose a little, allowing you to get a better view of Arthur’s beautiful face. Your hand caressed his chest, drawing circles on them while you kept gazing at him. His eyes kept staring at the ceiling until he felt your gaze, slowly turning his head to you.

"That’d be awesome." he smiled

There were many things left to discover, many things you wanted to show Arthur. The world was full of treasures, modern or ancient, cultures you wanted him to get familiar with, places to visit… Arthur’s health was back to normal, you could now guide him through your own era without bothering about any health issues he would encounter. Indeed, that man was not twenty anymore, but you were ready to do so much for him ! You were ready to guide him, to be with him. Beyond what Francis had first asked you. Your help turned into a beautiful blossoming relationship filled with embraces, kisses and… very noisy nights.

Switching this galaxy lamp became some sort of ritual every single night. Along with waking up to Arthur’s face and his hugs after you would come back from work, your daily embrace in bed facing a fake galaxy was your most favourite part of the day. At times, you would run your fingers into Arthur’s dirty-blonde locks, massaging his scalp with singing some song. Sometimes, he would do the same with you. You adored it, you adored him. No, you loved him… and did not have the courage to tell him just yet, but you knew this day would come soon enough. The world was filled with treasures, mysteries and beauty.

And Arthur was going to find out about them.

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