Til Death do we part [Arthur Morgan X Reader]

Escaped

"You're more nervous than usual, you doing okay?" Javier whispered, leaning closer,

"Yes I just," you bit your lip, "okay i wasn't paying attention- I have no idea what we're doing."

"Dutch says we're gonna leave off one of the boats and then come back, says they won't expect it."

"Okay, yeah that sounds smart- hey wait how did you know I was nervous?"

"You aren't that hard to figure out, when you're fighting you lock onto your enemies, but your eyes dart around and you fiddle with your hands like you're struggling to open a candy wrapper" He stifled a laugh, an exhale and dismiss of a hand the group sat against a train, Dutch already inside as Arthur climbed in, you climbed in after, getting pulled to the side as Arthur clamped a hand around your mouth

You darted your eyes to him, watching him flick his eyes over the seat, he lowered his hand and watched Dutch as the two Pinkertons spoke.

When they walked further away, dutch led the way. Leading them closer to the docks and up against a wall.

"Shit, we can't get through with them there."

"So what do we do?" Arthur grumbled

"I don't know, go over there and find distract them," Dutch loosely motioned off in a direction, you frowned,

"What and get myself killed?" He glanced to the spot, I Unpleased with what he was going to have to do,

"Just do it." Dutch hissed, giving up his weak protest, arthur slowly walked over, rounding the corner, shortly a loud whistle echoed.
Like fools the two Pinkertons standing there perked up to the noise muttering to themselves before going to check it out. When they were far enough dutch darted out, almost booking it to the boat, so close yet so far.

Instead coming up to the gate, a few more guards stood in the path, chattering among themselves on the only obvious topic,

"see them?" Dutch asked, you narrowed onto the group, it would be too risky to even take them out, if one isn't killed fast enough the entire damn agency would be on the gangs ass.

"Sure,"

"What d'you think?"

"Don't know." Glancing to Arthur you watched his cheeks move slightly, he was nervous.

"They're watching for us," charles said, his voice was hushed but he was still loud next to you,

"Maybe... maybe not."

"Dutch they're here cuz of us, and even if they weren't anymore-"

"They ain't just waiting there for no reason!" Charles finished you off,

"Yeah lemme just... think for a second..." Dutch turned to look back at Arthur, before glancing around the entire group,

"I'll deal with them." Charles stated,

"What? How." Dutch quickly asked,

"I can't kill all of them silently so when they chase me you go the other way," you shot your head to the side, shocked at what Charles was planning.

"What are you talking about." Dutch definitely was not happy about the suggestion but Charles patted you on the shoulder,

"You heard what I said," you gripped onto the side on the fence as he slid past you, breaking into a small run the moment he broke from cover, concerned you glanced to Arthur, his own look of concern hidden,

"Oh I like him," dutch praised, if you didn't have trust in Charles abilities you would've for sure thought him a deadman. Arthur moved over to stand beside you, where Charles once stood.

"Real brave," Arthur mumbled, the men standing post in our way took notice, slow to react in response to Charles, when they did start he broke into a sprint as they called for him to stop.

"That is. One of the most beautiful acts I ever saw." Dutch smiled with, pride? You couldn't really tell, "come on," Dutch led the way, swerving around large crates and small buildings before stopping at the base of the boat ramp, waiting briefly for the rest of the crew to catch up.

"What now?" Arthur asked, you buried your face into your arms, tired at the nights events but still pumped with a adrenaline.

"Well at least we got some gold."

"Sure," Arthur paused "this boat ain't going to Tahiti by any chance?"

"I don't know." Dutch sounded solemn, a million reasons to be, so nothing unexpected. "John... Lenny... Hosea... that wasn't good."

"I know." He paused, placing a comforting hand on your thigh, "what are we gonna do now."

As if it was on cue, one of the crew mates coughed, walking over towards the bow of the ship.

"Guess I'm gonna introduce myself to the captain," Dutch pleasantly sung, "give him some of this gold to secure his silence and find out where we're heading, how do I look?"

How was this crew-mate not hearing this. Were the waves really that loud.

"Like a shifty no good killer on the run from the law."

"Ain't that the truth." He got up, waddling out from the hiding spot, "excuse me sir!"

"Hey who are you!" The man asked,

"Forgive me, a stowaway, can I see the captain please? I come in peace." Arthur crawled out, getting one last glance at Dutch before he walked out of view before sitting back down, he sighed, quietly mumbling before it was silence.

"Arthur I have something to confess." You quickly spoke, "I've been meaning to say it, and it's such a small thing but it's been eating me up, I was so scared of your reaction that when it happened... I got too nervous to go back on it." You nervously chewed on your lip. This was it.

You were gonna come clean.