Hii, I hope you had a lovely day but I saw your request that were open and I was wondering if I could get a request for an Arthur Morgan x reader request.
Heres what I was thinking it was going to be fluff and cute type of start
So its arthurs and the readers wedding day and they were both reminiscing in the days where they were young and wish they could get a chance too meet each other again when they were like they're younger selves.
But as they're like dancing on the dance floor the song comes on called "The night we met" by lord huron.
I'd grately appreciate if you considered doing this request,but if you can't then I fully respect that and understand :)
omg this is... so cute??? of course i can do this request, thank you for sending it in!!
it's been WAY too long since i tackled a songfic, and i also happen to love this song so hell yeah.
I Love You, You Know That?
"Hey, ever heard that it's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony?" You piped up, voice teasing as you spotted a figure through the mirror. Arthur Morgan was leaning on the doorframe, the epitome of gorgeous in every way... and you couldn't believe you were about to marry that man.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I feel I've gotten the greatest deal of luck imaginable, getting to marry you--"
You faced him fully, blushing. "Save it for the ceremony, Romeo!"
Arthur raised his hands in mock-surrender, smile blinding. Then, he stepped into the room and walked closer to you. There was a deeply thoughtful expression in his face, and you'd known him long enough to know he'd voice his thoughts when he was ready.
Eventually, he did break the silence.
"Do you remember the night we met?"
Your heart pounded harder as you nodded slowly, gazing at him with curious eyes. He was never a brash man towards you, always took time with his thoughts... and sometimes the suspense was unbearable. This time, however, Arthur collected his thoughts quickly and gestured towards you.
"Dutch brought you back, and I couldn't stand the thought of it. I mean, the last rascal he'd brought to camp was John. So... I didn't have much hope that you'd be much better."
You scoffed. "If I remember correctly, Mr. Morgan, you threw my book into the fire! My one and only copy of Romeo and Juliet, turned to ashes." With a pointed look, you spun back around to face the mirror and continue adjusting your hair. "You were the first to be a rascal."
Arthur let out a fond laugh at the memory, his eyes glazed with remembrance of your shared past. Years and years of good and terrible times alike, almost always side-by-side.
"Well, I was still young. Though, I was even worse before that--"
"I doubt that." You quipped, only half-joking. He just shook his head and met your gaze through the mirror.
"I was a rascal, my dear. No rules could keep me, no bonds could hold me. I listened to and feared nothing-- no one. And I was mean."
You shrugged. "I quite believe I would've liked to meet you as a young man, though I would never complain about the blessing of meeting you at all."
Arthur moved up beside you and crouched down to your eye-level, as you were sitting at the vanity. He reached out and took your hand, delicate as though he might break you, and looked up into your eyes.
"My love... I will forever be glad you never knew that me, but... but I would've liked to know you back then, too. If only to be able to spend an entire lifetime by your side."
" I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met "
Arthur offered his hand to you suddenly and, though the gang had been jolly and loud around you seconds ago, not a peep was heard.
Not even a word from Sean.
For a moment it was just you and Arthur, the love of your life and... now, your husband. You accepted his hand and, though the man claimed he couldn't dance for shit, he whisked you forward perfectly.
" And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you "
Back in the day, when you met Arthur... a part of you always knew.
Right from the start, you loved him. It just took you way too long to understand that, to admit it to yourself. Love was strange and foreign in so many ways, but it... it was also like a sort of coming home. Everything seemed right after you found love in that grouchy cowboy.
Back in the day, when you met Arthur... you never expected to be sharing a first dance with the man at your wedding... though, you had always hoped to.
" I had all and then most of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met "
"I love you, you know that?" Arthur's voice almost startled you, but you played it off with a coy smile as you two weaved across the makeshift dancefloor.
"Really? I had no idea." You joked, earning a smile from him, though his sigh was loud.
He was still smiling as he spoke, pretending to be annoyed. "You're damn near insufferable, darling. I'm trying to be serious, and you're always cracking jokes."
At that, your grin softened. "To make you smile."
And that earned perhaps the biggest, truest smile you had ever seen from that man. He was big, burly and terrifying, but around you he seemed to always be smiling.
That's how the others saw it, at least.
From day one, it was always you and Arthur.
He lifted his hand from your waist, placing it on your cheek. "I love you, you know that?"
"I know. And I love you... more than anything."
" Oh, take me back to the night we met "
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