Til Death do we part [Arthur Morgan X Reader]

Banks

Turns out all Hosea wanted to talk to you about was your role in the upcoming bank heist Dutch had talked about. It was simple, you would watch over Hosea and Abigail as they set off the distraction from the rooftop. Now all that needed to be done was set the plan in motion.

"alright, Hosea, Abigail, go up ahead, let's not draw too much attention to ourselves, Y/N," Dutch paused to look at you, "follow after them, this plan cannot go wrong." You nodded looking to Arthur and giving him a reassuring smile before riding off after Hosea's wagon.

You dismounted a distance away and began heading up to the roof of a nearby building, adjusting the rifle slung across your shoulder. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, this was in the middle of a pretty damn big city.

Hosea caught your gaze, waiting for your thumbs up before turning and speaking to Abigail.

They set off the distraction, playing off as scared citizen as the police whistles sounded.

"Put your hands up where I can see them." A familiar but unwelcome voice called out behind you, the cocking of a shorty echoing through the otherwise quiet rooftop.

"Shit." You grumbled as you slowly raised your hands, turning to face the man holding your hands up. "Moron, Ross." you greeted,

"That's Milton to you, get moving we're going to see your friends at the bank."

Ross gabbed the gun into your back to get you moving. This has already gone wrong, so how much worse could it get?

Your eyes widened in horror as Hosea stumbled forward, lost for words as he looked through the bank windows before turning to look at you and The Pinkertons. Glancing over to Arthur you were witness to a look of terror on his face, neither of you were sure you'd make it out of this.

You cried out Hosea's name as Milton shot him. Sending him to the ground and to his death.

"Hosea?" The silence was deafening, "Hosea you can get up now... Hosea get up! Please I'm begging you get up,"

"Shut them up will you." Milton barked to Ross, who pushed you over and aimed the gun.

as if on instinct you swerved your body out of the way of the gun and stabbed Ross in the leg, shooting up and hiding behind the nearby wagon as all hell began to break loose.

Adrenaline was hitting hard, but all you could think about was Arthur, were you both going to make out? Who else were we going to lose?

There was seemingly no break in the gunfire, jolting away whenever a bullet got too close. You wouldn't be able to get into the bank through the front, but there was that alleyway.

Breathing heavy as adrenaline made its way your body you glanced around before making a break for the alleyway.

Just as you turned into it the wall blasted open, forcing an "holy shit!" From your mouth. Arthur stepped out looking to you, before glancing back in,

" Here you go!" Lenny shouted, tossing what you soon found out to be a rifle to him. Arthur caught it with ease and motioned for you to follow him,

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked as he climbed up the ladder,

"Ask me that again when we're not seconds from dying." You gave a short laugh as he pulled you up the last rung, vaulting over a vent you both began laying covering fire, at some point Arthur had begun asking questions towards the members down in the bank. They had lost a hold on it and were now coming up to the roof.

It had to stop getting worse at some point right? God you could really use Arthur's undivided attention right now. Would that be selfish? To be his focus in the middle of all this? You held your rifle close, almost hugging it.

"Now I reckon me and Lenny go find a way across the roofs so if you'll cover us..."

"Sure! Go! Go!" Dutch responded edging on panicked, Arthur turned Lenny already too far ahead of him. You watched Arthur quickdraw his gun as he climbed up, several rangs of gunfire before that battle died. His face dropped as he ran over towards the last place you'd seen Lenny go.

The gang began running in their direction, several words of "get moving" thrown in Arthur's direction as you stood a distance away from the two.

Your mind seemed to shut down, that was two in less than an hour, the poor kid. He was supposed to outlive everyone not... shit. Arthur had grabbed onto your arm, pulling you towards the edge of the roof where he snapped his fingers infront of your face,

"We gotta jump, come on!" You could only nod,  watching as he jumped to the other roof first before turning to watch you.

Jumping, your body began moving on autopilot as you landed, turning away from Arthur and joining the rest of the gang ducked behind a vent and drop in the wall,

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Javier quietly commented, "I don't blame you, that was hard to watch. I can't imagine what it must've felt like for you." You didn't make any effort to respond but he knew what you would've said anyways,

You probably could've prevented his death, maybe at the cost of your own but Hosea was more to the gang than what you were, and yet he was a figure you hadn't even realized you needed.

Dutch began moving, Arthur following after him, you were the last to move, following behind Javier.

You'd have to figure out your thoughts and emotions quick, or just push them out of mind for the time—which is easier said than done—and get a hold of yourself. You survived, they didn't.

Dutch was another figure, maybe fatherly-like, like how Hosea had been in conversations you didn't really remember. But Dutch was very different than Hosea, Dutch was... Chaos and determination. Hosea more or less peace and safety. Together they were like the heavens colliding.

Arthur slipped into a window, followed by Dutch then Bill, and finished with you. The building appeared run down with the windows boarded up and the lack of residents or furniture apart from what was covered up In corners and a spare chair in the room, which Dutch unspokenly claimed.

Arthur looked out the window as they discussed what they were to do now, you however kept replaying impossible scenarios where Hosea and Lenny came out alive, their death was your fault and you could've done something about it.

But what could you have done?

Hours had passed, Arthur sat next to you, his hand had long since guided your head to his shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, something he thought he wasn't too great at but was enough for you.