Pairing - Arthur morgan x fem reader months pass and you become a part of the gang. when you venture off on your own again to find more food, like you've done many times before, the Murfree blood happen to make a hole in your plans
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, >Part 7< part 8 part 9 (final)
Three months changed more than you ever expected they would. When you first arrived at the gang’s camp, you had been someone pulled from the wreckage of a job gone wrong, lost, uncertain, and unsure where you fit among people who lived lives so different from your own. Now the camp felt like something closer to home.
You knew the rhythm of the days without needing to think about it, the early mornings when the fire was first lit and coffee brewed while the mist still hung between the trees, the scattered chores that everyone fell into naturally, the laughter that came easier once the sun dipped low and the long shadows stretched across camp.
You knew which horses preferred which riders, knew that Uncle would always complain about working but somehow never avoid it entirely, knew that Tilly hummed softly when she read and that Mary-Beth loved stories about places she’d never seen. Somewhere along the way, the gang had stopped feeling like strangers and started feeling like people who expected you to be there.
Arthur had changed too, though in quieter ways that most people probably wouldn’t notice. The distance he once kept between the two of you had slowly worn down over those months, chipped away by long rides, shared tasks, and quiet evenings spent talking beside the fire when most of the others had already gone to sleep.
He still carried that reserved, thoughtful nature that seemed to define him, but now you caught glimpses of a softer side more often, small smiles that appeared when you said something unexpected, the way his voice lost its usual roughness when he spoke to you alone, the steady presence he had developed around you as though he had simply accepted that the two of you belonged somewhere in each other’s orbit.
And yet, life in the wilderness had a way of reminding people how fragile things could be.
The day everything went wrong had started normally enough. The air had been cool and quiet, the kind of crisp morning that made the forest smell of pine and damp earth. You had ridden out alone to gather meat and food, passing by butchers creek to get to the deer's, a task you had done plenty of times before without incident.
By then you were more than capable on horseback, your confidence growing with every passing week. The forest trails were familiar now, winding through thick trees and rocky ground that you navigated with ease.
You never saw them until it was too late.
The Murfree Brood had been watching the area for days without anyone realizing. They were the kind of people most folks tried not to think about, wild, cruel men who lived deep in the forests and hills like animals. By the time you realized something was wrong, rough hands were already dragging you from your horse.
The next few days blurred together in ways that made time feel meaningless.
They kept you in a dark cave hidden deep within the hills, the air inside thick with damp stone and smoke from a small fire that burned constantly. Your wrists had been tied behind your back most of the time, the rope rough enough to leave angry red marks across your skin. Food had been scarce, just enough to keep you alive but never enough to ease the hollow ache in your stomach. The Murfree men seemed to take cruel amusement in reminding you that you were completely at their mercy. Bruises spread slowly across your arms and ribs from the times you fought back or refused to cooperate. The worst of it came when one of them drove a knife into your stomach during a scuffle, not deep enough to kill you but enough to leave a slow, burning pain that made every breath difficult.
By the sixth day you had almost convinced yourself no one would find you, but Arthur Morgan was not the kind of man who stopped looking once he decided someone mattered.
When you heard gunfire echoing through the cave entrance that afternoon, at first you thought it was another cruel trick. The sharp cracks of revolvers echoed off the stone walls, followed by shouting and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground outside. Your heart pounded as the sounds of fighting grew closer.
Then footsteps rushed into the cave.
Arthur appeared in the dim light like a storm breaking through the darkness, his revolver still smoking slightly as his eyes scanned the cave until they landed on you. The moment he saw you tied against the rock wall, something in his expression broke completely.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed.
He crossed the cave in seconds, dropping to his knees beside you as his knife cut quickly through the ropes binding your wrists. His hands were shaking slightly as he pulled you forward, his eyes moving rapidly across your bruised face and torn clothes.
“What the hell did they do to you?” he muttered, his voice tight with anger. You tried to speak but the words came out weak.
Arthur’s hands moved carefully to your stomach when he noticed the blood soaking through your shirt. His expression darkened instantly.
“Damn it…”
He pressed a piece of cloth against the wound to slow the bleeding, his movements surprisingly gentle despite the urgency in them.
“You’re alright,” he murmured, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as you. “I got you.”
For a moment the two of you just looked at each other, the chaos outside fading into the background. Arthur’s face was closer than it had ever been before, his usual guarded expression completely gone. In its place was something raw and open, fear, relief, and something deeper he had never allowed himself to show so clearly.
Your hand lifted weakly, brushing against his arm.
“I knew you’d come,” you whispered. Arthur’s eyes softened in a way that made your chest tighten. “Always,” he said quietly. The word lingered between you.
Neither of you moved for a second, both caught in the strange stillness that followed the violence of the moment. Arthur’s hand was still pressed gently against your side, his other arm braced beside you against the cave wall.
Then, without either of you really deciding to, the distance between you disappeared.
Arthur leaned forward first, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was desperate and brief but filled with everything the two of you had never said out loud. It wasn’t slow or careful like the romantic moments you might have imagined once, it was urgent, almost overwhelming, like he needed to prove you were still alive.
It lasted only a few seconds.
“Arthur!” Charles’s voice shouted from outside the cave. “More of them coming, we gotta go!”
Arthur pulled back immediately, the moment snapping back into reality as he helped you to your feet despite the pain. One arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders to keep you steady while the two of you hurried toward the cave entrance.
Charles was already reloading his rifle when you reached him. “You alright?” he asked quickly.
“She will be,” Arthur replied, his voice firm as he helped you onto his horse.
The ride back to camp was slow but steady. Arthur barely left your side the entire way, his eyes constantly checking your condition while Charles rode ahead to clear the path.
By the time you reached camp, the sun had already started sinking low across the horizon.
Arthur guided you straight to his tent without a word. The moment you stepped inside, he pulled the flap down behind you, blocking out the curious eyes of the rest of the camp and giving the two of you the privacy neither of you had the energy to argue about.
The lantern hanging from the center pole cast a warm glow across the small space as Arthur helped you sit down carefully on the bedroll.
“Hold still,” he said quietly as he reached for the medical supplies.
His hands worked with careful focus as he cleaned the wound on your stomach, his brow furrowed in concentration. Every now and then he muttered something under his breath about the Murfrees that was definitely not kind.
You watched him quietly for a moment. “You were worried,” you said softly. Arthur paused for a second before continuing his work. “I thought I lost you,” he admitted. The confession hung heavily in the air between you.
Once the bandage was secured, Arthur finally sat back slightly, exhaustion showing clearly in his face now that the adrenaline had faded.
Neither of you spoke for a moment. Then you reached out, your fingers brushing gently against his hand. “You didn’t,” you said. Arthur looked at you, his eyes softer than you had ever seen them. “No,” he agreed quietly. “I didn’t.”
The silence that followed felt different now, deeper, heavier with meaning.
Three months had slowly brought the two of you closer together.
But that day in the cave had changed something permanently.
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can I request an arthur morgan x female reader one shot where she’s part of the gang and has a crush on him but never said anything because she thinks he’ll never like her, and one day she overhears him talking to himself about his appearance (you know arthur is really self conscious about himself…) and she finally says something to him, how she likes the way he looks, etc. this man needs to understand how pretty he is!
thank you sm! 💕
Howdy! I can absolutely do that :)
Arthur and you had been friends for years. You had joined the gang when you were 16 and he was 17, he had been part of the gang since he was 14 so he showed you around, over time you two got closer, he was your first real friend you two had grown up together, gone through hard times together, good times together. He was your rock and you loved him for it the only problem was, you had a crush on him you had since you two were young you started to realize you had a crush on him around the time he started seeing Mary, everytime he would go out with her on a date or bring her around camp you felt this pang of hurt and jealousy that's when you realized... you were in love with him, the way she looked though Mary was stunning the most beautiful girl you had ever seen and she had Arthur he was so in love with her that was until she broke his heart it took years of healing him but he finally started to heal but you never really had hope that he'd like someone like you. You felt average, nothing special, just some girl/boy. You had been walking through camp when you heard a voice that was familiar you stopped for a minute beside Arthur's tent as you heard him "you ain't nothing special you old bastard" he said who was he even talking to? You looked around to see if anyone was around, but everyone seemed preoccupied doing their own thing "god no wonder nobody loves you" he sighed that's when it dawned on you....he was talking to himself you peaked out from where you had been hiding giving Arthur a small smile "hey there cowboy" you said softly looking at the man god he looked good he always looked good "oh hey (y/n)" he gave a shy smile he wasn't sure if you had heard any of what he was saying but he felt embarrassed he had just been talking to himself alone "you doing ok Arthur?" You noticed the look on his face. He stood there for a minute "i’m fine.. does anybody even do okay nowadays?" He let out a small chuckle rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly "you're a good man Arthur" you said with a warm voice he looked at you taking a seat on his cot "guess I don't feel like one lately I'm just one dumb ugly bastard who don't know right from wrong these days just killing anything there is to be killed" he sighed looking at the ground "Arthur you are a very beautiful man and I'm sure anyone would be happy to have you, you're kind and sweet and gentle and god you have the most beautiful eyes.. so what you've done bad things so have the rest of us, you've got good intentions and that is all that matters" you look at him his face softens looking at you "you don't mean that.." he says softly in awe of your words "I do Arthur you are beautiful and you deserve to know you are" you say softly and he gives you a small smile pulling you into a hug you feel his arms wrap around you tightly as he holds you "thank you" he whispers into your ear holding you close
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arthur had never been much of a romantic. his gifts for you, his lovely spouse, were usually small trinkets he’d found when he went out.
when he saw the gorgeous flowers, your favorite color, he immediately thought about you and your pretty face. he carefully cut them from the ground, trying his best to not ruin their stems or petals.
arthur brought them back from his trip, immediately noticing you as he got back. he admired you for a moment. he knew he was whipped as his heart swelled.
arthur approached you, getting your attention and bringing out the flowers. “for you,” he announced.
your sweet reaction made it all worth it for him. he expects to be rewarded with some kisses. “anything for you.” he mumbled against your lips.
i’ve never written for rdr2, i just started playing the game so sorry if i’m writing him wrong
Drunken laughter filled the camp as Arthur pulled up, a small smile on his face as he hitched his horse up, feeding it a carrot before approaching the party. “There he is! The man of the hour!” Dutch announced as he saw him walk in, patting his shoulder. Arthur brushed him off, making sure to greet the others. They were celebrating his haul from a theft. “Arthur!” he heard a voice call, groaning to himself as he saw who it was. “Not now uncle.” he grumbled, grabbing a beer and taking a seat in front of the bonfire. His eyes looked around, settling on an unrecognisable figure. Her hair was differently styled than normal and she had a new dress on, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out who it was.
“And just who might you be?” he questioned, earning a giggle as she stood up next to him, standing on her tiptoes to push his hat up slightly. “Forgotten me already Arthur?” She teased, his cheeks blushing slightly as he saw his best friend, Y/n. His eyes widened as he recognised you, trying to hide him checking you out. “Well, look at that! It’s been a while hasn’t it?” he recalled chuckling lightly as he appreciated the teasing tone in your voice. “I can’t forget anyone as lovely as yourself.” he added, smoothly grinning as he flashed his charming smile.
As the night passed and more drinks were passed around, Arthur was more talkative than normal, sticking to you more despite his reservations about getting close to anyone. He leaned close, his features illuminated by the flickering firelight. His brown hair was cut not too short but short enough, with yellow flecks in his baby blue eyes and a small cut he currently had on his face. “You know, I ain’t exactly good company,” he said quietly, his tone almost apologetic for what he is. “But if you’re willing to take your chances with me, I’d be glad to spend some time with ya.”
You frown, shaking your head at him. “You’re my favourite company.” you assure, your voice nothing but genuine. His expression softened at your words, evidently touched. He knows his lifestyle has caused too much destruction for your compliment to be deserved but still enjoys the time he spends with you, grateful for the peace he gets from the dangerous life. “I’m glad to hear that,” he responded, hesitantly reaching his arm out to wrap it around your shoulder. “I enjoy being around you too.”
While the night dragged on, he found himself more relaxed, his guard dropping slightly and enjoying your presence without worrying about what is to happen next. “Do me a favour,” he called, taking another drink of whiskey and feeling bold under the influence of his alcohol. “Stay here tonight. Don’t leave until morning.” he requested, looking at you intently as he hoped you understood what he meant - something more than just physical proximity or a companion for survival's sake.
His request made you grin, taking the chance to run a hand through his hair, his eyes closed as a sigh of relief left him. “I won’t go anywhere, cowboy.” You replied, using the nickname you’d given him since you met. He couldn’t hide his smile, relieved that you didn’t feel put off by his favour and felt his heart skip at the nickname. You both enjoyed each other's company more and more, Arthur starting to feel something different within him, a feeling he’d easily forgotten about: hope. He stood up, deciding he needed some space to think. “I’m gonna take a walk.” he said gruffly as you stood up, nodding and mumbling a soft ‘be safe’ before he made his way into the darkness beyond the campfire’s glow.
Taking the chance, you set his tent up, ready for when he returns. You put the sides down, making sure he had some privacy, as well as fluffing up his pillow and placing a spare blanket you had down on the end of his cot. Meanwhile, he wandered through the darkness, his mind overthinking and thoughts a jumbled mess. He thought about all the people he’d hurt, all the mistakes he’d made, uncertain if it was too late for him to redeem himself. But then he thinks of you. Your kind and encouraging words, your presence he finds himself craving and your gentle touch - and everything feels brighter. Maybe there is hope. He walks until he can no longer see the dim glow from the campfire before turning back and walking to where his camp was set up.
As he approaches, it’s clear you’d already set it up, the way you always did when you knew he’d had a long day and wanted his own space. A warmth spread in his chest at the sight, pulling you into an embrace as he reached you. It was brief, but you’d known Arthur long enough to know what it meant, a new determination in his eyes when you pulled away. “Thank you, for being here.” he said quietly, his gaze soft but still lingering on you. Your face softened, feeling grateful for his words. “Anytime, Arth. You know that.” you reminded, a look of fondness in your eyes. He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you’d always be there for him (along with John), even when it seemed like everyone else had given up on him.
He stepped into the tent and settled in his cot, pulling the blue blanket you’d left for him up. He drifts off, thankful for having you in his life - someone who sees past his flaws and accepts him for him, despite his way of life. You sat in the chair he had next to the cot, waiting for him to fall asleep before pressing a kiss to his forehead, taking one last look at his peaceful state before heading to your tent to get some rest.
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Arthur stretched out and rubbed his eyes, remembering that you’d stayed in camp for the night, not setting out on your mission yet. He smiled to himself, remembering the feeling of your hands running through his hair as his exhaustion caught up with him. He emerged from his tent a few minutes later, feeling well-rested. He walked over to where you were packing some things nearby, greeting you. “Morning, did ya sleep okay?” he spoke, his morning voice still there. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly, trying to hide the impact it was having on you. “Yeah, you?”
He nodded, stretching again as he watched you finish packing. “Yeah, I did. Thanks for asking.” he scratched his neck, hesitantly speaking. “Listen, about last night...I don’t want you to think that I was just taking advantage of the situation or anything. I know that we’re both here because we have to be but...” he trailed off, thinking of the right words to express his emotions. “But what?” you prompted, smiling gently as he spoke his mind, his gentleman-like nature evident. “But...I’m glad to have you here with me, it felt good to have someone close again.” he finished quietly, looking at you with slightly rosy cheeks.
You smiled softly, hugging him and swaying side to side. “Anytime...” you paused, frowning. “I’m going to be gone for two days, something Dutch wants me to do. Stay safe, alright?” you told him, eyes full of concern and a look you only gave him. He returned the hug, feeling a sense of warmth and affection, too shy to tell you he’d miss you. “I will. You be careful out there too. I don’t want anything to happen to ya.” he promised.
You made your way out of camp, Arthur watching every move with a sense of longing in his heart. He shook off the feelings, aware of being an outlaw means not much room for a relationship - especially meaningful ones like yours - but he couldn’t help but long for more. For now, he was certain the few moments they got were enough
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“I’m sure she’s okay, Arthur.” Dutch spoke and sat in his chair as he watched the younger male pace back and forth. You’d told him you’d be two days - four days ago. He’d asked all around, no one knowing where you were so he resorted to the person who’d given you the mission. “Dutch!” Charles called as he rode back into camp, jumping off his horse and jogging over to the pair, Arthur perking up as he saw the note in his hand. “For you,” he spoke, handing it over to their leader. He saw Dutch’s face drop as he read it, not meeting Arthur’s eyes as he finished.
“Dutch?” Arthur called, his anxiety growing more as he saw his father figure refuse to meet his eyes. “What’s going on?” he demanded, snatching the letter from him. “No...” he muttered as he read the words ‘$2000 for the pretty lady or she’s ours’ signed by the O’driscolls. He immediately made his way over to his tent, grabbing his hat and necessities before walking over to the horses. “You’re not going by yourself.” Charles spoke up, climbing onto his own as he tried it protest. “Don’t be stupid, Arthur.” John warned, doing the same as Javier also got on his.
They set off at night, riding to the location mentioned in the note, an old abandoned warehouse, just outside of Saint Denis. They left the horses slightly further down, seeing the patrol outside. As they moved closer he grits his teeth, able to hear the sounds of guards taunting you and injuring you. “Ready?” John whispered, squeezing Arthur's arm as he nodded. He made his way inside, getting into the room where you were supposedly being held, his heart dropping at the sight. “Oh, darlin’..” he mumbled, quickly cutting through the ropes, careful not to hurt your battered body even more.
He helped bring you up onto your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you balance. “C’mon, we gotta get out fast.” he warned, guiding you out while the other three covered you two. His rage sieged throughout his body, angry he was not able to protect you and allowing something like this to happen to you under his watch. Charles helped him lift you onto his horse, climbing on behind you. They’d found your horse on the way here, Arthur making sure to whistle and let it follow them. They rode away as quickly and safely as possible, making sure there was no chance of anyone following or catching up.
“... Arthur? That you?” you got out, your vision blurry and head throbbing as you were close to falling unconscious. He noticed your state, concern filling his as he tried to keep you awake. “It’s me, don’t worry. We’re getting home.” he assured, holding onto you tightly as they rode back, keeping an open eye on the surroundings. Once they had reached the campground, he’d quickly got you off, now carrying you in his arms as they stumbled into camp. “Dutch! Miss Grimshaw!” he called, eyes widening as a deep wound on your body started bleeding again.
He watched Susan tend over you the whole time in the makeshift infirmary, recuperating from those beatings inflicted by the O’driscolls. He became increasingly more protective, glaring at anyone (specifically Micah) who made harmful comments about you. The realisation that he could’ve lost you terrified him even more as he sat by your side. You’d fallen asleep, Arthur almost half asleep next to you as she finished tending to your wounds. “Arthur, get some rest, she’ll be okay.” Miss Grimshaw assured, squeezing his shoulder.
He reluctantly left your side, knowing he needs to rest and stay strong if he was going to help you. He spent the next few days alternating between checking on you and helping when needed around camp, but the second that was done, he’d be straight with you again. His anxiety grew as the days passed, his mind finding more things to worry about like whether they’d gotten all the O’driscolls or someone else might try to harm you. “Arthur, are you taking care of yourself?” Susan asked, coming in to change the bandage. She gave him a look when he went to answer, sighing in defeat. “I’ll go grab something to eat,” he grumbled, grabbing a bowl of stew.
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You groaned as you opened your eyes, waiting for the world to stop spinning violently. You found yourself in the infirmary, your body sore and aching but most of the wounds had been cleaned and bandaged. “Where am I?” you spoke, your voice raspy as you looked over to your side, seeing the person you wanted the most. “You’re at camp, you were taken captive by O’driscolls...but we got you out.” he spoke softly, sitting down beside your bed as he watched you take the information in. “You’ve been here for a few days now, Miss Grimshaw’s been taking care of ya.” he paused, not knowing how to express how he was feeling. “I...I was worried about ya, I’m glad you’re alright.” he finally admitted, feeling his heart drop as he saw your eyes well up, looking back at him.
He reached out, gently brushing a tear away from your cheek before caressing it. “Hey...it’s okay. You’re safe now.” he softly spoke, letting a silence settle over him while he gathered his thoughts before continuing. “I care about ya, y’know? You mean something to me.” he rambled, his words carrying more weight than they seem - he’s not the easiest to get to express feelings but when he does it’s always genuine. “I’m here for you.” he finished, brushing your hair back out of your face. “I...I thought that was it for me.” you whispered, remembering the fear that filled you.
Arthur nodded sympathetically, his gaze soft as he understood you. Aware that being held captive - especially by them - is a terrifying experience, and hurt filled him as he saw you in so much pain. “I’m sorry ya had to go through that, but we got ya outta there. You’re safe now.” he assured, sitting on your bed in the little space you’d made for him. He reached out, taking your hand in his and squeezing it gently. “I promise you...I’m gonna make sure none of this ever happens again.” he declared. You hugged him tightly, your grip secure as if he could fade away at any time.
He wrapped his around you tightly too, pulling you close to his chest as he returned the hug. He held onto you as if he’d never let go, like nothing bad could ever happen again if you stayed in his arms. “Shhh...it’s okay darlin’. I’m here for ya, I’ve got ya.” he murmured softly into your hair, staying like this for several minutes as he ran his hand up and down your back. “You should rest now, we can talk more later.” he reluctantly pulled away, looking at you tenderly. He held back a smile as he saw you frown at his words. “Stay with me.”
Without hesitation, he nodded, his heart swelling at the thought of being close to you again. He laid down next to you, reaching out and taking your hand in his as he settled beside you. “Of course, I ain’t going anywhere.” he comforted, telling you stories of the past, a mix of things he’d never told anyone as well as memories with other gang members. The hours turned into minutes as the night turned into dawn, realising how much this moment meant to him - just being here with someone who cares enough and vice versa. He pushes his fears and doubts aside, noticing how much he cares about you - deeply and unconditionally.
He stays with you, holding onto you as you fall asleep, watching over you as he guards your slumber. Calmness washes over him, being close to someone like this is something he’d longed for. When the first light of dawn starts filtering in, he closes his eyes and allows himself to drift odd, feeling content and at peace for the first time in a long while.
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The morning light filtered in, Arthur stirring first as he spent most of the night watching over. He smiled softly as he took in your sleeping form, a sense of affection and tenderness overcoming him. He brushed a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss. “Mornin’. How’d you sleep?” he murmured, still tired as he felt you move slightly. “Good, you?” you hummed, yawning as you looked up at him.
He nodded, his gentle smile still plastered. “I slept alright, mostly just watched over ya all night.” he admitted, reaching out and taking your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze that was more for him. “Ya scared me, y’know? When they took ya...I didn't know if we’d be able to get ya back.” he cleared his throat, aware of how open he was being but felt himself melt again as he looked into your eyes. “I’m just glad yer safe now.”
“I thought I’d never see you again.” you admitted, caressing his cheek as he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as warmth spread through him. He took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before looking up at you once more. “I ain’t ever gonna let anything happen to ya again, I promise.” He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “And...I don’t know if I’ve ever said this before but...” he trailed off, searching for the right words as he felt his heartbeat speed up, his palms sweaty as he felt shy despite what had happened between them the last few days. “But I care about ya, more than anyone else in my life right now.” he softly admitted, his cheeks flushed as he saw you smile at his words.
“I care about you more than anyone else too, Arth.” you confessed, his heart skipping a beat as he felt a sense of warmth and affection towards you, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before settling back down beside you. “I’m not good with words or feelings,” he admitted, carrying on. “But I want ya to know that I’m here for ya. No matter what.” he squeezed your hand gently as he looked into your eyes, feeling like everything was starting to make sense - the reason why he was drawn to you since the beginning. “Arth?...” you spoke up, seeing his thoughts get loud in his head again, clear what he was thinking.
“Yeah?” he asked, looking at you with his eyes full of concern, his instinct telling him to protect and care for you. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort or worry. “It wasn’t your fault, I know what you’re thinking,” you mumbled, eyes full of love and gentleness. He nodded, understanding the weight of your words. “I know it wasn’t, but I still feel like....like there was something more I could have done, y’know?” He paused for a moment, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I just hate seeing ya hurt like that.” he caressed your cheek tenderly, silently swearing to himself he’d never let anyone or anything hurt you again.
“You did all you could. I didn’t know that was going to happen - I don’t know if Dutch did but that’s besides the point.” You reminded, Arthur humming in agreement. “Yeah...Dutch is a complicated man.” he chuckled, a silence settling over as uncertainty filled him. But then he looked at you, his heart swelling with love and affection. He’d gotten you out - you were alive and safe, and that’s all that mattered right now. He pressed another kiss to your forehead before settling back down. “I’m just glad yer okay.” he mumbled softly into your hair. “I’m always okay with you.”
He felt a rush of emotions at your words, realising he’d finally found somebody who truly understands him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding onto you like he never wants to let go. “I’ll always be here for ya, no matter what.” he promised, staying there for a while longer, holding onto you and talking softly while the day goes on. He feels a sense of hope stir within him, realising as long as they have each other, they could make it through anything. “I know, same for you.” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
He turned to look at you, cheeks flushed as he softly smiled, taking the chance and pressing a kiss to your lips, taking his time and savouring the feeling of closeness between them. When you part, he rests his forehead against yours, a soft grin on his face. “Thank ya, for everything.” he breathed out as you blushed at the sudden action, Arthur tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and his eyes softening at you. “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your lips.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re flirting with me.” you teased, knowing what he was doing. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, the feelings between the two of you were evident but never acted on them. He chuckled at your teasing words, his lips dangerously close to yours. He had a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked at you, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Maybe I am. What are ya gonna do about it?” he played along, his hands travelling down your sides, winking at you before tickling your sides lightly, laughing as he heard you giggle and squirm under his touch. “S...stop..it!” you got out in between laughs, your face lighting up as he grinned widely.
He settled back down beside you, pulling you close and holding onto you as if he’d never let go. “I love that sound,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah?” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his, his hands grazing your hips. He nodded, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him at the closeness. He pulled you even closer. “Ya have no idea how much I love hearing ya laugh, it’s like...like everything else just fades away,” he admitted, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
“You wanna know what I love?” you grinned, a playful glint in your eyes as you looked at him. He looked at you, his eyes showing his curiosity, wanting to hear what you had to say. “I’d love to know.” he said softly, his voice genuine and loving. “You.” you smiled, seeing him grin widely at you as he kissed your lips again. “I love ya too, more than anything. I ain’t never gonna let anything happen to ya again, I promise.” he vowed, his hand softly caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch, eyes closed as a sigh of relief left you. “I know, Arth, I know.”
He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you close to him as he drew patterns on your back with his hand. “I’m glad we’re together, I ain’t never felt like this before.” he blurted out, closing his eyes in contentment at everything feeling like it was falling into place. You raised your eyebrows at his words teasingly, Arthur not having actually asked you. “Oh, we’re together now?” you commented, earning a chuckle as he leaned up, whispering into your ear. “Oh yeah, did ya think we were just cuddlin’ or something?” he teased, his southern drawl stronger than normal as he sent shivers down your spine, enjoying the playful banter. “Thought we were just cuddle buddies.” you joked along, earning a laugh.
“I guess we can still be cuddle buddies if ya want, but just so ya know...I’m gonna be pretty clingy” he winked, running one of his hands through your hair. “Being your girlfriend sounds better.” you smirked, Arthur grinning widely at your words, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards you.
He looked at you with tender eyes before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips." I like the sound of that," he murmurs gruffly against your mouth. "Yer mine now."He wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding onto you like he never wants to let go.
There's a sense of contentment settling over both of you - maybe everything will be okay after all, as long as you have each other.
A/N: okay so this is me trying to kick myself into gear lmao this dad!Arthur Morgan w/ daughter Daisy series has gone on for far too long and i need to get this part out so I can get myself in gear for the good part lmao, the previous parts can be found here on my rdr2 masterlist
Warnings: angsty, nothing outside of canon
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Arthur struggles to figure out what he needs to do now that Micah has you.
“The hell do you mean he has her, Abigail?”
“It all happened so fast, Arthur! It’s been so long since I been involved in somethin’ like that!”
“What’s going on?” Hosea asked as he walked out onto the porch with John.
“Micah has Y/N!”
Arthur took a step back, his head spinning as a million different scenarios came to mind. His heart began to thump in his chest and his stomach sunk. Every noise around him became muffled and distanced as he stared down the dirt road that led to and from Lupine Valley Ranch.
“Daddy?” Daisy said his name, her voice shaky and fearful. She didn’t know what was going on, but she knew something wasn’t right.
When he didn’t answer her, she tried to move towards him, but Hosea put his hand on her shoulder.
“Daddy!”
Arthur snapped his head in her direction, the sound of her frantic voice bringing him out of whatever daze he was in.
There were tears in his little girl’s eyes as she stood on the top step in front of Hosea.
“Daisy.” He whispered. What would he tell her if her mother never came back? How would he tell her? Would he even be able to tell her?
Arthur took a step towards her but found that his knees were shaky and untrustworthy.
John was standing right there, having been checking on Abigail, and put his hand on Arthur’s arm when he saw that Arthur was almost about to collapse.
“Whoa, Arthur. Take it easy.”
Arthur brought his gaze up to John, trying to fight back tears.
“What do I– How do I-I tell her?”
“Let’s just get inside first. Uncle’s goin’ to get Charles and Sadie.”
***
Hosea ushered Daisy inside and right behind them were John, Abigail, and Arthur.
“Abigail, will you take Daisy for a minute?” Hosea asked her.
“Of course.”
Hosea watched as Abigail went into the kitchen to sit with Daisy at the table.
“You okay, son?” He moved towards Arthur. The man was white as a ghost as he stood near the front windows of the living room with his hands on his hips.
“How do I tell her, Hosea?” Arthur brought a hand up to rub his mouth. “How do I tell Daisy?”
“Y/N isn’t dead, Arthur.” Hosea reminded him. “We’ve got no reason to believe that, so there’s no reason for us to start acting like it.”
“It’s Micah we are talkin’ about! You know what that man is capable of!”
“I know, I know.” Hosea nodded steadily. “That’s why we’ve got to keep our heads. As soon as Sadie and Charles get here, we’ll figure out what to do.”
“I ain’t waitin’.” Arthur shook his head. “Tell them to meet me in Strawberry.”
Without another word, he left the living room and went to the bedroom he shared with you.
“If he leaves this ranch, John, go with him, please.” Hosea said. John nodded his head.
***
Abigail found Arthur in his bedroom loading a shotgun.
“Arthur?”
“Abigail.” He strapped the gun over his shoulder and then reached into the wardrobe where he kept the guns he rarely used.
“Arthur, there’s something I have to tell you.”
He put a carton of bullets into a pocket on his jacket and reached for another carton.
“Y/N told me she thinks she’s pregnant.”
He paused for a moment to take in her words. His hand rested on the shelf, bracing himself while he let everything settle into place.
Abigail shifted where she stood, wringing her hands together. She didn’t say anything further, fearing that she’d say the wrong thing.
Arthur nodded his head slowly as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
“I know.”
“You know?” Abigail furrowed her brows.
“Just noticed a few things that have been different about her recently. Things that were different with her when she was pregnant with Daisy.” Arthur’s voice was quiet. He turned his head to look out of one of the bedroom windows. “She loves coffee. Always has…. But when she was pregnant with Daisy, Y/N…. She couldn’t stand the smell of it. Same for any time meat of any sort was bein’ cooked. Had to have the windows open and air out the house any time we cooked a meal for nine whole months. Couldn’t stand the smell of anything when she was pregnant.”
Arthur smiled just a little at the memories. You never had a weak stomach until you were carrying Daisy.
The smile slowly faded from his face and was replaced with something more solemn and heartbreaking.
“Abigail, what am I gonna do if I lose–,”
“That ain’t gonna happen, Arthur.” She stopped him. “Y/N is as strong as iron.”
“But Micah’s worse than anything we’ve ever seen before. He’s not afraid to–,” Arthur stopped himself.
Abigail’s stomach churned at the possibilities. With Micah Bell, the horrors you could face were endless.
The sound of horses outside caught Abigail’s attention. She went over to the window and peaked outside.
“It’s Charles and Sadie.”
***
“What the hell happened?” Sadie asked as Arthur walked out onto the front porch.
“Micah’s got Y/N.” Arthur’s hand came up to hold on to the strap of the rifle across his chest.
“What? How?”
“She and Abigail went down to Strawberry. They ran into him there.”
“Is Abigail okay?” Charles looked beyond Arthur to John.
“She’s shook up is all, and worried out of her mind about Y/N.” John answered.
“Well what are we waitin’ for?” Sadie threw her hands into the air. “Let’s go to Strawberry and see what we can find out!”
John and Charles moved to mount their horses, but Arthur hesitated.
“I-I have to go see Daisy real quick.” He shook his head softly. A part of him knew there was no time to waste, but another part of him couldn’t stand the thought of leaving his daughter without saying something. What if you were already gone and he didn’t make it back? He couldn’t leave without saying at least a little goodbye to Daisy.
“Go.” Charles gave him a nod.
***
Arthur slipped into the house through the front door, setting the rifle down by the door. He moved quickly down the hallway towards Daisy’s room.
Abigail had all three kids in the room. Jack was reading while Abigail, Grace, and Daisy talked.
Abigail was the first to notice his presence in the doorway.
“Arthur.”
“Abigail. Just need to talk to Daisy a minute.”
“Daddy!” Daisy jumped up from where she was sitting on the floor and ran to him.
With his hand on the back of her head, he guided her towards the middle of the hallway so that they would have a bit of privacy.
Arthur’s heart began to race and all the air in his lungs seemed to be pushed out. He ran a hand over his face before kneeling down to be at Daisy’s height.
“I…. Sweetpea, I need you to be on your best behavior for papa and Aunt Abigail while I’m gone, okay?”
“Where are you going?”
He paused, tilting his head down a little.
“I’ve got to go get momma.”
“Where is she? Is she lost?”
“Just a little.” Arthur smiled, putting his hand on her cheek. “But I want you to know that we both love you to pieces, your momma and me do. You know that, don’t ya?”
“Yeah!” She giggled. “Go find her, daddy! We’re supposed to make cookies with Aunt Lucy today.”
Arthur leaned forward to kiss her head. He fought the urge to squeeze her as tight as possible. If this was his last time seeing his little girl, he wanted to hold her as tight as he could. But he didn’t want to cause her any alarm. Daisy was just like you. She was a worrier by nature.
“Go on back to Aunt Abigail, sweetpea.”
He watched her run down the hallway.
A few moments later, Carson came to sit next to him, nudging Arthur’s arm with his nose.
“Hey, boy.” He petted the dog’s head. “You take care of her, alright?”
“You talk as if you know you won’t make it back.” Hosea spoke from the end of the hall.
Arthur stood to his feet, hastily wiping his face clear of tears with swipe of his hand.
“This isn’t a suicide mission–,”
“I’m not lettin’ John or Charles come with me, Hosea.” Arthur firmly shook his head. “They got families of their own. I can’t have Lucy lose her husband and her baby lose its father, or-or Grace and Jackie lose their father.”
“You know they won’t let you go alone! Y/N is their family!”
“She wouldn’t want them to! If anything happened to them and-and she knew about it–,”
“All this talking is wasting time that she may not have! Now go and find her, and bring her back home! And quit being so goddamn stubborn about it! We’re a family, and we’ll take care of this as a family!”
Arthur grumbled under his breath as he left through the front door, grabbing the rifle he sat down on the way out.
***
Charles, Sadie, and John watched as Arthur approached them.
“What’s the plan?” John asked.
“John, Charles, I need you both to stay here.”
“What?” John furrowed his brows.
“Someone needs to stay here and watch over the women and children.”
“You’re putting us on babysittin’ duty?”
“What’s going on, Arthur?” Charles knew there was more to Arthur’s reasoning. There had to be.
“I don’t got time to explain it, Charles. You gotta be here for Lucy and John’s gotta be here for the kids and for Abigail. Me and Sadie can handle this.”
“Arthur, we don’t know what exactly we are walking into–,”
“You boys can argue all day long, but I’m goin’ after Y/N. Heeyah!” Sadie took off in a gallop down the dirt driveway.
“You two stay here! That’s final!” Arthur shouted before following behind her.
“He’s crazy.” John shook his head.
“I’m not letting them go after Micah Bell alone.” Charles said. “Who knows how many men he’s got on his side.”
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could you please do Arthur Boyle with a black reader who is doing their hair and they ask Arthur to help them with it?
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˗ˏˋmini says- sorry for the long wait! hoping to pump out requests and get back on track now that i've found motivation!
wc: 200+
he walked into your room to secretly steal back one of his hoodies, it was one of his favorites, and you've had it in your room for quite a while. it was supposed to be a simple in and out mission but he was caught red-handed by you braiding your hair.
"arthur. put. it. down." you articulated every word with a teasing aura. he put the hoodie down and raised his hands in mock surrender "alright alright i've been caught my love i admit."
you sighed as you continued braiding your hair, you can't keep keeping it out in fros as much as you'd love to it's too much work to manage and with the scaling rise in infernals and the sprout of the white clad you don't have much time anymore.
you turned to face him from your spot in front of your bed "hey arthur you think you could help me out?" you pointed to your hair comb in hand with a slight pouting face to seal the deal, you knew how he couldn't say no to you anyways spoiling you has always been his biggest weakness.
"yeah of course." he sat down on the bed behind you allowing his legs to hang over the edge of your bed, legs on either side of your head.
Helloooo :) How about Number 16 w/ Diluc, Kaeya or Arthur? (Strictly SFW tho please). Please and thank you and take all the time you need to write this!
A/N: I hope you enjoy this <3
Prompt: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.
Arthur Conan Doyle - Ikémen Vampire
You were never like this, your face turned to the other side of the bed and giving Arthur your back as you settled in to sleep for the night, your husband having long days ahead of him and barely a few hours of sleep before he was due for his trip with Theodorus.
The thought of this impromptu trip had you feeling bitter, your jaw clenching lightly at how emotional you were feeling when you usually wouldn't be this way. It was as though you threw all reason out the window and all that remained inside you were a huge mess of heightened emotions and sensations that you could very much do without but this is how it was with you lately.
You didn't want to be one to complain, as much as you wanted to. Arthur had not only been the most understanding, loving and caring husband but he surpassed any expectations you might have had of what he was willing to do and what he was capable of doing considering your state. His past knowledge as a physician definitely was helpful but more so, it was his devoted heart of gold that came through and had you enveloped in the warmth of the affection and attention that you needed to feel any semblance of physical and emotional comfort.
As he slid under the plush covers of your bed, the mattress hadn't shifted not one bit, telling you that Arthur didn't make a single move... waiting for some sort of response or reaction from you. Yet, he got nothing from you, which chipped a tiny bite from his heart, as it did with your own. For once, you wanted to spare him from your raging emotions, especially when a potential of journey of inspiration was in store for your husband.
Why would you stand in the way of him thriving... just because you didn't want to part with him?
"My love?" He called out, Arthur unable to mask the sad tenor his softly spoken words, distraught that you still did not turn to look his way, how you refused to face him when the both of you were incapable of sleep without entangling your bodies with one another. Your husband was observant and intelligent enough to deduce why you acted the way you did, given also how random and sudden the trip with Theodorus was.
"Angel..." He brought his hand to the round bump of your tummy, rubbing on your skin gently, a telling gesture as to what he didn't have to point out. He didn't have to tell you that he had a reason for not being able to take you with him but it didn't make it any better.
"I know, Arthur..." You faltered hushedly, sighing softly as you placed your hand above his, lacing your fingers with his, giving it a tight squeeze as brief thoughts of how hard it was for your loving and clingy husband to leave not only you behind.
"Then please don't do this to me, love." He kissed the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against that sensitive spot that sent happy tingles straight to your heart, kissing you incessantly while you closed your eyes, taking in the love he always so abundantly bestowed upon you, so selflessly. "If you don't want me to go-" He murmured bleakly yet reverrently against your neck. "- I'll shatter the thought that of ever leaving you."
"I'm kicking you out of this damn mansion if you don't go." Despite how you were feeling, you were happy Arthur could travel for a change, also give him some much needed time to focus on his writing when he had abandoned, willingly, everything just to care for you.
"Then-" A light chuckle escaped him as your bottom lip jutted out into a cute pout, his arms winding around your waist as he inched his body closer to you, carefully holding you closer him him, his expressive sapphires never letting go of yours now that your gaze finally met his. "Let me give you a goodnight kiss so my heart can be at ease, love." He pleaded, prodding you by brushing his nose gently against yours and kissing the pout on your lips. A kiss that neither of you could rest without.
"You stole the kiss I was going to give you only till you came back. Give you a reason to come back even faster." You quipped playfully, Arthur huffed in amusement as he kissed you once again, your lips lingering softly against each other, relief surging in your body when Arthur embraced you so tenderly, pouring such pure love into every touch.
"I know you're going to miss me but it is nowhere near how much I'm going to miss you, my angel."
"Would you like to bet on it?" You teased, sounding exactly like him which drew up that resplendently heart-melting smile of Arthur's, his heart undeniably blooming with pride and giddiness, knowing that out of every other person that has existed and will ever exist, you were the chosen one for him and him, yours. And he could now sleep soundly, listening to the steady heartbeats, sounds that were most precious to his weak heart.
CW: Morning sickness, pregnancy, labor, fears of pregnancy
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From that day forward, you forced yourself to work, using the techniques the doctor had shown you to deal with your depression. It was nice to know that there was a way out when you felt so miserable. You were used to relying solely on antidepressants. Arthur took you to every appointment then to lunch. You had begun to have some normalcy back. You formed close bonds with the other residents. Every day you and Arthur would take walks to watch the sunset, making sure to keep the smile upon your face.
Suddenly you began to wake up in the middle of the night, frequently feeling ravenous. Napoleon being awake often, was always happy to prepare you a meal. This always led to feeling exhausted throughout the rest of the day. Sebastian having to wake you when you overslept. Arthur kept a close eye on you, noticing even the small changes. Thinking it was your depression, you could function, so he thought nothing of it. That was until serving breakfast when you looked pale and were struggling to hand food to everyone. It was then that he had asked the other residents to keep an eye on your behavior.
It had been a couple of days, and you still looked awful. After eating breakfast, you ran to the bathroom not twenty minutes later. It didn't get any better either, making it so you could hardly eat at all. Only being able to stomach grains, you stuck to a bowl of rice with broth. Sebastian started to worry, "Maybe you should see a doctor, just to make sure everything is okay. It'd make everyone feel better if you did." You continued cutting the vegetables in front of you. "Yeah, I'll go tomorrow." Sebastian shook his head, "You'll go today. Theo has some things to do in town. I'll have him meet with you." You rolled your eyes. "You worry too much; it's probably just a stomach bug." He raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps, but it also might not."
Relenting you went, meeting Theo at the doctor's office. The doctor went through a routine exam, listening to the list of symptoms you rattled off. "You seem perfectly healthy, and I would advise to give it three or four days and, if you're still not feeling better, to come back." Theo looked at you as the doctor spoke. Feeling, unsatisfied he spoke up,
"And what if she doesn't start to feel better then what?" The doctor looked over at Theo. "We'll cross that road when it comes. I don't want you jumping to conclusions."
Theo. walked you to the carriage. "Do you need me to go back with you?" You shook your head. "I'm okay. I'll see you tonight" Theo helped you get into the carriage. "Be safe _ _ _," Theo said before shutting the door. You clasped your hands together. Your brain going a million miles, you stared blankly out the window.
The next day you were folding laundry. When Sebastian came into the room, you smiled at him. "You don't look like you feel any better. What did the doctor say?" You looked up at him with tired eyes. "I just need to ride it out." You straightened your spine. "Don't worry. I'll be fine." Sebastian gave you a stern look. "Will you, or is there something you aren't telling me? You haven't had a proper meal in days, not to mention you can hardly keep any food down. In all honesty, I'm worried _ _ _. I know I can be hard on you at times, but I care about you. You can trust me if there is anything you need to talk about. "
You bit your bottom lip, "Thank you, Sebas. I appreciate it, really but I'm going to be fine." He nodded. "If you're sure." You smiled. "I am" He dropped the subject, and the two of you went on with your day.
Later that day, when you finally got a moment to yourself, you sat down on the couch. When the next thing you knew, you were opening your eyes. You were warm from being covered by a blanket. You looked towards the window seeing the sun setting. You got up and headed towards the kitchen to help with dinner when Arthur came over to you, kissing you on your temple. "Did you have a good nap? You must've been. pretty tired if you fell asleep on the couch like that." You leaned into him. "You were the one that covered me?" He studied you as he smoothed your hair. "Yep, except you still look exhausted. Luv, is Sebas working you too hard?" You shook your head. "No, no. Not at all. I've just been feeling weird lately. I went to the doctor yesterday, but I don't know something feels off." He looked at you with concern written all over his face. "You're still nauseous?" You nodded. Arthur sighed, "maybe you should go back to bed?" Sebastian approached the two of you. "Finally, someone who agrees with me. Maybe you can knock some sense into her." You looked at Sebastian, then back to Arthur, "Do I really seem that bad?" In unison, both men said, "Yes."
Your stomach started churning, and you knew if you didn't get to the bathroom quick, you'd be throwing up all over the floor. Arthur looked at you. "Are you okay? You're looking pale." A distressed expression washed over your face. "I need to -" You quickly rushed to the bathroom. With Arthur watching you with concern." Guess she's feeling sick again." You put your hand over your mouth, hoping you'd make it to the bathroom.
Arthur opened the door to the bathroom you were in, finding you hunched over the toilet. Your stomach wouldn't stop contracting, and you began dry heaving with small sobs in between. Arthur was on his knees next to you, rubbing your back. "Calm down, take some deep breaths." You tried, but every time you started to settle down. You would dry heave again with only a small amount of bile coming out. "Why are you so sick?"
Your stomach finally started to calm down, and you laid your head on the toilet seat, letting Arthur rub your back. You felt parched, your throat burning. "I n-need some water." He pulled your hair to your back. "I don't know if that's a good idea, luv." You turned and laid down on the tile floor while the worry in Arthur was rising. "I'm so thirsty." He smoothed a piece of hair gently behind your ear. "Alright, I'll be right back." As he left the bathroom, he shut the door. Everyone was still talking about you, but Arthur didn't have time to care about such trivial things.
Arthur went straight to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water. Once he was back in the bathroom, he set the water by the toilet, sitting down next to you. "Drink slowly. If you drink too fast, it'll come back up." Arthur helped you sit up, then handed you the cup of water. You held the cup with unsteady hands, taking a couple of small sips. You sat against the wall and closed your eyes. "I don't think I can help Sebastian with dinner." You sounded so weak and pathetic. "That much is obvious. I'm sure he'll understand" Arthur sat quietly with you when a deep line formed between your eyebrows. "Fuck" You lunged back to the toilet, expelling the water you had just drank from your body.
You let out a tearless cry and laid down on the floor, bringing your knees up, laying in the fetal position. Arthur stood up and pushed his hair back, looking down at you. You were groaning and whimpering. Arthur bent down, lifting you up in his arms. "Ar-thur?" you said weakly. "You should be in bed, not on the cold bathroom floor."
Arthur laid you down gently on the bed. He went into your bathroom, running you a warm bath. Going back to you, he started undressing you. "What are you-" He was focused on the task at hand. "You need to get cleaned up. It'll make you feel better." As he took your corset off and your breasts relaxed to their natural position, you winced in pain. It wasn't without notice. Arthur raised an eyebrow as he went to your skirts. "Do they hurt often?" You shook your head, "Usually around my cycle, I'm sure that's why." He put his arm around your shoulders. "Let me help you get in the bath. You sank down into the water, letting the warmth release the tension in your body.
"How's your stomach?" You leaned back, closing your eyes. "I still feel nauseous, but I'm okay right now." You opened your eyes slightly, turning your head. "I'll help you wash up." You tilted your head back, getting your long hair wet. Arthur was rolling up his sleeves, exposing his muscular forearms. "Will you open the shampoo? I'll wash your hair." You reached for the shampoo, trying to make small movements as to not make your nausea worse.
You sat up as Arthur got on his knees and in position to wash your hair when you took off the cap. The smell was overwhelming, and you turned your head, covering your mouth and nose with your hand, trying not to vomit. Arthur gave you a concerned look when you shoved the shampoo in his hand. "Take it!." Confusion took hold of Arthur as he took the shampoo from you. "Strange, you like this shampoo." You shook your head at Arthur, then closed your eyes and took deep breaths trying to get your stomach to settle. While he washed your hair, his brain was spiraling, making him feel anxious. Everything you had told him, it was all pointing to something that just wasn't possible. Perhaps you had food poisoning. You put a nightgown on and settled into bed after you got out of the bath. Arthur turned off the light and kissed your temple. "Come get me if you need me. I'll check on you after dinner." You pulled the blankets up to your chin, getting in a comfortable position.
Of course, everyone had finished their meals when Arthur could sit down to eat. Sebastian was cleaning up dinner as Arthur came into the kitchen. "I saved you a plate." Sebastian's voice made Arthur jump, being so far in his thoughts. "Huh? Oh, thank you." Arthur forced out a smile through his worry. As Sebastian warmed up Arthur's meal, Arthur sat down, letting out a loud sigh and putting his head in his hands with his fingers gripping his hair.
Arthur looked up as Sebastian set down the plate. "Thank you, Sebas." Sebastian was never one to pry or meddle in others' personal affairs, but Arthur seemed incredibly distraught. Arthur sat up straight, taking the silverware in his hands. "Is she still feeling sick?" Arthur stabbed the chicken with the fork. "She can't keep anything down. Even water, quite honestly if she can't drink in the morning, she's going to be dehydrated." Sebastian sat down next to Arthur. "This has gone on much too long, Arthur. She needs to go back to the doctor. She won't listen to me. I keep trying to tell her. She'll listen to you." He looked over at Sebastian, "I've already decided to take her in the morning." He took a bite. Arthur down his bottle of rogue after he was finished eating. Sebastian cleared the plate, "I wish you the best of luck, but remember that she's strong. She'll be okay." Arthur's lips curved up. "She is. She's the only one that doesn't see it that way."
Sebastian smiled, "You love her a lot, don't you?" Arthur nodded, "Oh yes, more than I ever thought possible." Arthur grinned and turned around. Stomach full, thirst quenched, Arthur was ready for whatever the night brought. Arthur opened the door to the darkness of your room, the light from the hallway illuminating your bed. Your empty bed. He shut the door and walked over to the bathroom, where he figured you'd be, but just as he started to open the door, it swung open, hitting him in the face. "Ah! Bloody hell, that hurt!" You yelped, hearing Arthur's scream. "Arthur! Are you okay?!" You shut the door, inspecting Arthur's face. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm a vampire remember? Though, it was super adorable how you got worried about me, like that." He kissed the tip of your nose, making you turn bright red.
You pushed him away, "Stop it! I don't like it when you tease me." Arthur chuckled as he pulled you closer. "I'm not teasing you; it was adorable." He rubbed your arms, "How are you feeling, luv?" You sighed,
"Awful. I don't know what's wrong with me Arthur, I've had stomach viruses before, but it's never lasted this long." Arthur continued rubbing your arms up and down with his fingertips. "I'm worried too, but I think what's important right now is that you get some sleep." His hand slipped into yours, your palms pressing together as he led you to the bed.
Pulling the covers down, he helped you get into bed. "Will you stay with me tonight?" He pulled the blanket up over your arms, making sure you were warm. "I was planning on it. I'm not letting you be alone tonight." He undressed down to his underwear, scooting next to you, pulling the blankets up. He rolled to his side and began stroking your hair soothingly. "I love you. I hope you know that." You looked at Arthur, tracing his collarbones. "I know you do. You make sure of that every day. I love you too, so so much." He kissed your brow. "Sleep, my love." He continued playing with your hair until your breathing was deep and even.
You were woken up by nausea rising up. You took deep breaths through your nose, exhaling through your mouth, trying to keep it at bay. Arthur opened his eyes blearily, hearing your abnormal breathing. "_ _ _?" Arthur leaned over to look at you, "Are you feeling sick ?" You nodded, confirming you were. Arthur started rubbing your back to comfort you. It took several minutes for your stomach to calm down when finally, you felt okay enough to turn over to look at Arthur.
Arthur took your hand, playing with your fingers, sighed, and gave you a conflicted look." What's wrong?" You asked as his brow furrowed. Arthur bit his lip, "I think I might know why you're sick." Arthur's stomach was doing flips with nervousness, not knowing how you were going to react. He brought up your hand and kissed your knuckles. "Tell me, you're making me worry." His eyes flitted up to yours. "Sorry"
He took a deep breath, looking deep into your eyes, making sure you were there with him. "I think you might be pregnant." Your stomach dropped, "I'm sorry, what?" He saw the surge of too many thoughts running through your eyes. "I'm not certain. I could be wrong. With your symptoms, though, I can't help but think that." You sat up, "How?! "Arthur gave you a mischievous grin" How? You were there, I could remind you. Though I don't think your stomach could handle our lovemaking right now." You rolled your eyes and pushed him. "That's not what I meant. I don't understand. You're technically dead, so how can you make life? "Arthur sat up, hoping you weren't on the verge of having an episode. "I am, yes. I didn't think it was a possibility either." You ran your fingers through your hair. "This is a lot, Arthur." He put his hand on your cheek, making you look at him. "Whatever it is, it'll be okay. I've told you before, you aren't alone, that I'll stay by your side. That is still true. It will always be true." You leaned your head on his shoulder, "I need to know, Arthur. I won't be able to think of anything else." He nodded. "Okay, let's take you to the doctor, but luv, you need to eat." You frowned, "Yeah, I'll eat, and twenty minutes later, it'll come back up."
Arthur sighed, "There's got to be something you can eat." Grunting, you crossed your arms. "Fine, rice and broth" He smiled and jetted out of bed to get you food.
Sure enough, Arthur was true to his word. You ate slowly, one bite at a time. When you had finally decided that your stomach wasn't going to deceive you. The two of you left, not giving anyone an indication of where you were going first thing in the morning. After Arthur sat down in the carriage next to you, he put your hand in his squeezing it tightly. Making sure to reassure you. When the carriage started moving, you had to close your eyes. Every bump and turn causing your nausea to rise up. You clutched onto the door as if that would ground you.
Finally, the carriage stopped, and you let out a breath of relief. Arthur helped you out and took one look at you before leading you to a bench, "Let's sit down for a moment" It wasn't really a question, more of a demand. As you sat next to him, looking at the town bustling with life. This is your life now, here in the nineteenth century, France. You chose this. You decided to stay. You knew the consequences of not having your medicine, you when you would break. Yet you still remained. Could your heart have been telling you that it already had belonged to Arthur? Was this fated? Or was this relationship destined to fail? Looking over at Arthur, seemingly doing the same-people watching. "Do you believe in fate?" He looked over to you slowly, "Hm, fate, eh? I haven't thought about that in a long time. I guess when you're human, you tend to think of such things. Do I believe in it? I believe that you were supposed to walk through that door on that day. I also believe we became close so you would open up to me, which allowed you to get help." He smiled," I guess I do in a matter of speaking. I think you change it, though. You could have just as quickly left and never given me a second thought and gone on with the life as you knew it." He took your hand. "I'm glad you didn't go back." He kissed your lips carefully, then looked at his watch. "The doctor is open. Are you ready, dove?" You raised your eyebrows, "As ready as I'll ever be."
With that, Arthur stood up and held his hand out for you to take. Placing your hand in his, you stood up. After walking in silence for a couple of minutes, both of you occupied with your own thoughts. "I'm nervous." He squeezed your hand and slowed down to match your slow pace. "Whatever happens, we will handle it. Together." He emphasized together by looking at you. "What if I'm pregnant?" His pace slowed until you both stopped walking. "We will figure it out together because that's what couples do, right? If you are, we made it together, so we should raise it together. Isn't that how it works?" Your face contorted with worry, "Do you even want a baby? What if I'm not pregnant? Will you be disappointed? Not to mention if I'm not, then what's wrong with me? What if I have the plague ?!" Arthur could see the anxiety written all over your face. He put his hands on your cheeks. "Look at me." There were so many emotions swirling inside. You felt like you were going to burst. "First," He said, brushing your bangs out of your face lovingly. "I need you to take some deep breaths." He said, looking into your eyes, helping you come back to reality. "You don't have the plague. Whatever is wrong, we will face it head on. As for you being pregnant, I would love the chance to have a child with you. If you aren't pregnant, sure, I'll be disappointed, but whether we have a child or not won't change my love for you. I will always love you. "He gave you a radiant toothy grin as he wiped your tears away with the pads of his fingers. "Shall we?" Held out his arm for you to take.
You interlocked your arm into his, your heart thrumming so hard you could hear your pulse in your ears. "I'm right here; there's nothing to worry about." You nodded even though you knew that this doctor's visit could possibly change your life forever. As Arthur held the door for you. You walked through the door with bated breath as you tried to push down the anxiety threatening to spill out. The doctor walked into the room, the same doctor you saw last time.
After the examination, you and Arthur waited patiently for the doctor to come back to speak with you. "_ _ _, I need to ask you a couple of personal questions." You took in a deep breath bracing yourself for the questions you knew he was about to ask. "Have you been sexually active within the last two months?" Arthur snickered. "C'mon, old chap, she's a grown woman, stop beating around the bush and come out with it."
The doctor adjusted his posture, "Alright, during your pelvic exam, there was Chadwick's Sign present." You looked at the doctor, not knowing what he was talking about. Arthur's eyes widened. "What am I missing? What's Chadwick's Sign?" The doctor looked at you with compassion. "Your cervix is blue. It's called Chadwick's Sign. It's an indication of pregnancy, congratulations." You knew this would be the outcome, so then why were you so shocked? Maybe because you didn't know what the future held? You and Arthur had only been together for a short time, and now you're having his baby?
As you and Arthur left, you were silent, processing what you had just learned. Even if it was killing him inside, Arthur was patient, letting you come to terms with the news. He was always so understanding when it came to you. He held out his hand for you to take, and once you put your hand in his, he brought it up and kissed the top of it sweetly. "You look tired. It's been a stressful morning. Let me take you home." As you walked through the town, back to where the carriage was waiting. Arthur helped you step up into the carriage, following behind you. Upon closing the door, the carriage started moving. Arthur put his arm around you, pulling you closer to his body. You leaned your head on his shoulder, taking his other hand in yours. "I don't want to tell the others, not yet."
Arthur leaned his head on yours. "I know you're scared, luv, but I am here, and we will go through this together. I know you bear the brunt of the weight, but I will support you in any way I am able." He lifted his head, adjusting his position, making you raise yours. Looking at you with a severe expression. "I won't tell anyone, but they are all very observant. It won't take long for them to figure it out." He kissed your forehead, knowing that you weren't doing this because you didn't want their baby but because you needed time to process to let it sink in.
Arthur led you straight to your room once you made it back to the mansion. "You should rest" you looked up at him, shaking your head. "No, I need-" He put his finger on your lips, making you stop. "What you need is to rest. I'm sure you're tired." You shook your head, feeling anger bubbling up. "Don't be angry with me. I can see it in your face. You're exhausted." You resisted. "I am, but I can't just sit in here. I need to do something, anything. I won't be able to stop thinking about all of this." He sighed, "Then sleep, please. For me?" You were getting frustrated with his insistence. "Arthur, I'll be fine. I've been fine all this time." He sighed, "No, you haven't, you can't fucking eat. Please! I need you to stay here. I need you to be okay!" He was more stern than he meant to be. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout." He lowered his eyes. "Arthur" He looked back up. "Why are you so upset?" His face contorted, "I got you pregnant. How did is this possible? I don't even know, and I-I'm a …." His emotions were all over the place. "A …Vampire. What if this baby is like me? What if it hurts you from the inside out?"
Arthur, around the room, you couldn't just stand there and watch. He was there for you when you needed him the most. He's always there for you, and all you do is take from him, never were you the one to give, and here he was in front of you struggling with his own inner turmoil. You walked up to him and reached out your hand, grabbing his arm. "Stop." His eyes were full of worry. You turned him to face you, "Take some deep breaths, and listen to me." You put your hands on his cheeks. "You told me that we are going to go through this together." You looked at him with regret, and your face wrinkled. "I'm so sorry. I've been selfish. This is happening to you too. This isn't just about me. I was so focused on what was happening to me that I didn't even consider how you were feeling." You brought his head down and kissed his forehead, then embraced him tightly.
He closed his eyes as you hugged, "I've never been so scared" you hugged him tighter. "I'm scared too" He stepped back, and you took his hand. "This baby was made with love. I know you're worried about me, about what this baby is." His eyes were tearing up, "I'm sorry _ _ _. If we didn't sleep together, then this wouldn't have happened." You shook your head, "No. Uhhuh, you don't get to do that. It takes two people to have sex, to make a baby. You didn't force me. I wanted to." You smiled and grabbed his hand, bringing it to your cheek, leaning your face against it. "You were a perfect gentleman. I'm not blaming you, and I'm not blaming myself. We made love, and I don't regret it. This is not your fault. Please don't blame yourself" A tear creeped out of his eye, running down his cheek. You wiped it away. "I'll rest, but you need to too. Stay here with me, and we can take a nap. I feel safe and protected when you hold me." A smile finally formed on his distressed face. "Okay, anything to make you feel safe."
You looked at Arthur as you both laid in bed, looking into his azure eyes. You leaned forward, kissing his lips softly. He ran his fingers through your soft hair as he kissed back. "I can't lose you" You brushed his hair out of his face. "You won't" He shook his head as he held a strand of your hair between his fingertips. "You don't know that. We made love once, one time. I managed to impregnate you the first time we slept together." Your eyebrows raised, " I wanted to wait after that first time because I wanted us to establish our relationship. I've had flings. I've drowned my sorrows with sex like a drug. I didn't want that with you." He dropped your hair to take your hand. "I know, me too." You locked eyes with him, "It's going to be okay, I don't know how, but I know that it will; because we have each other. We can do anything as long as we have each other." He smiled and leaned into you, giving you a kiss. He put his free hand on the back of your head and turned his face against your lips, moving his soft lips in sync with yours. He gave you one more small kiss, then stroked your hair.
"I'm still going to be worried sick about you, so for my sanity, will you please be careful?" You nodded your head, "I can do that." Arthur settled in, scooting closer to you. "Close your eyes." Doing as he said, he kissed both your eyelids, then closed his eyes, letting himself fall into slumber alongside you. When you opened your eyes, Arthur wasn't there. You knew you should eat, but the fear of it making you sick was strong. You got out of bed, wandering to the bathroom to make sure your hair was still decent. As you looked into the mirror, you saw your flat belly, wondering what it'll look like when it's swollen with the life growing inside of you. You snapped back to reality, brushing your hair.
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True to your word, you were careful, making sure not to lift anything too heavy and taking several breaks throughout the day. Not that you could get by without taking them, through your exhaustion. Arthur also kept his end. He hadn't told anyone, at least anyone that you knew of. His mind seemed far away at times, but you didn't want to push him. You knew he was scared for you. You just needed to remind him that you loved him. Your nausea had never ceased. At this point, you didn't know if it would ever get better. You took it slow, day by day, and tried not to let on to the other residents what was actually going on.
You were finally in your second trimester, reaching your fifteenth week. You were serving dinner when Comte and Leonardo made a rare appearance. "That smell," Leonardo circled around the table, "Oh, I made dessert. Maybe that's what you're smelling." He inhaled as he walked closer to you. "No, it isn't food." He stepped closer until he was standing right in front of you. "It's emanating from you." Comte walked up to join the conversation, and Arthur was by your side in an instant. "You seem to be more possessive than normal, Arthur." Leonardo smiled as he looked you over. "Something has changed. I can't quite put my finger on it." Comte nodded in agreement, "Yes, you're right, Leo. There's a certain glow to her skin and the smell of honey." You shrank under their intimidating stares.
Leonardo laughed, "Oh my, we do have quite the predicament. I hear three heartbeats in this room. Seeing as two humans are standing here with us makes this quite confusing." Comte stood still and looked to Arthur, then back to you. "You are with child" The room went quiet, and all eyes were on the four of you. "_ _ _, I need you to be completely honest with me. Is this child Arthur's?" Arthur clasped your hand tightly. "Seeing as how he is literally the only person I've been with, yes, Arthur is the father." Theo stood up. "Someone explain what on earth is happening?!" You looked around, seeing everyone's eyes on you. "I guess everyone was going to find out eventually. Yes, I'm pregnant, and yes, it's Arthur's. I went to the doctor, and it was confirmed." Comte looked like he was deep in thought, "You are special indeed. Procreation between a human and vampire isn't supposed to be possible, or at least never has as far as I've heard." Leonardo cocked his head to the side, "You shouldn't be working. This isn't a typical pregnancy. We have no idea what we're dealing with here."
Sebastian came out of the kitchen with the food, seeing everyone sitting there in disbelief. "What happened?" Isaac cleared his throat, "_ _ _ is pregnant." Sebastian looked over at you and smiled, "I was waiting for you two to announce it. I've been waiting to congratulate you." Comte looked over at his butler in surprise, "You knew?" He nodded his head," I am human. I've been around pregnant women before. All the physical changes were evidence enough, especially about two weeks ago when I noticed the tiny baby bump. You can't tell when she is wearing her apron." You blushed, and Leonardo smiled, "Would it be okay if we saw?" You smiled awkwardly and untied your apron, taking it off. Comte smiled, "Ah, there it is. May I?" He reached for the baby bump that was now your stomach. "Yeah" He placed his hand upon your womb. "Congratulations to you both. _ _ _ I need you to be especially cautious. If anything out of the ordinary happens, I want you to tell me right away." He took his hand off your stomach. The rest of the night was more of a celebration than dinner.
As your pregnancy progressed and the baby inside of you grew, everyone ensured you were taken care of. Not as much as that of Arthur, who insisted he permanently move into your room and begged Leonardo to build a crib. Even though Arthur was sleeping next to you every night, neither of you got much sleep. Your sex drive was heightened, not that Arthur was complaining, but he worried about hurting you. in Being just barely ready for the expected arrival of the newest member of the mansion, you were in the parlor reading a book when the contractions started. Vincent saw you put your hand on your belly and wince, but you ignored it. When only twenty minutes had gone by, you grunted in pain. "Are you alright?" Vincent stood up and walked over to you, "Maybe you should go lie down. I'll help you to your room."
Vincent helped you up to a standing position, but as you started walking, a splash was heard, and you stopped feeling the fluid drip down your legs. Vincent eyed you as you stood planted to the spot. "Vincent," You had a panicked look on your face, "The baby is coming." Thinking quickly, he picked you up bridal style. He hurried to the room, barging into the room without a second thought. Arthur stood up as he watched Vincent lay you down in bed. "What happened?!" After setting you down, he turned to Arthur. "Get her some clean clothes. Her water broke." Arthur was stunned, and he looked over at you as another contraction washed over you and your face twisted in pain. "Vincent, I need you to get Comte." He nodded and hurried to his office.
Arthur helped you undress and get into a loose fitting nightgown. The midwife came in just as Arthur had gotten you settled in bed with pillows stacked behind you. The pain from the contractions caused you to yell out. Your hair was sticking to your forehead in sweat from the pain and exertion. Arthur was sitting next to you, holding your hand and trying to be as encouraging as he could. Then finally- "One more push!" You squeezed Arthur's hand tightly and pushed with all your might screaming as the baby was finally born, taking its first breath, and crying. Tears streamed down your face, with so many happy emotions filtering through you. You relaxed, letting yourself fall back on the pillows. "It's a little girl," The midwife announced excitedly, "Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?" She said, looking over at Arthur and handing him the scissors. Your vision started getting blurry.
You opened your eyes seeing Arthur sitting next to you in a wooden rocking chair as he held the baby girl in his arms, humming a sweet melody. You winced as you tried to sit up. "Carful luv, you'll probably be in quite a bit of pain. It's going to be a while before you can move around again. Everyone has offered their help if we need it." He looked at the sleeping infant in his arms. "Would you like to meet our daughter? She hasn't eaten yet." He put the baby gently down in the cradle so he could help you sit up. He unbuttoned your nightgown so your breasts were accessible.
He gathered the infant in his arms, passing her to you carefully. He smiled as you laid eyes on your daughter for the first time. "She's perfect" You brought her to your breast, and she immediately started swallowing. "Is she drinking?" You grinned at him, "Yeah. We made her Arthur." He tilted your face up and gave you a sweet kiss. "Thank you for everything you've given me _ _ _." He leaned in for another kiss. Comte came in just as Arthur pulled away. "Congratulations, it's exciting that she's finally here. I hope you've come up with a name." He looked at the baby attached to your breast. "You're nursing; that's great." He put his hand on Arthur's shoulder, "Seeing as how she is drinking her mother's milk, I don't think you need to worry about vampirism. The baby seems perfectly human to me, with a beating heart." You looked up from the baby to Comte, "Thank you, Comte" He bowed, "No, thank you for bringing us all love and joy. For giving Arthur the life he so deserves." Your eyes stung with tears, but you smiled. "I'll have Sebastian bring you some food." Comte closed the door as he left, and Arthur put his hand on the baby's soft head, kissing your forehead, feeling euphoric and truly happy. You knew you had a long road ahead, but you knew as long as you had Arthur by your side, anything was possible.
