Wait. {Arthur Morgan x Reader}

Life Ain't Sweet

The next few days were as you'd expect - eventful.

Arthur, Karen, Bill and Lenny had gone back to Valentine and robbed the bank. To you it was idiotic. Hosea explained to you what happened in Blackwater - the loss of Davey and Mac, and a sweet young woman named Jenny who you never had the pleasure of meeting. After that the gang was supposed to be lying low, they needed to let something else catch Pinkerton attention.

Dutch thought that maybe if they involved themselves with local lawmen and became "helpful" to the locals that you'd all slip under the radar. Dutch probably didn't think this plan through because you could already see it unfolding.

Of course, you didn't tell Dutch that. Even if you did, it wouldn't change anything.

You were standing on guard near the camp entrance when Dutch called you to his tent. When you got to his tent Micah was walking out, his eyes narrowed onto you. You ignored his looks and walked into the tent.

"What's up, Dutch?" You ask, the man was sitting at the edge of his bed, his fingers interlocked.

"(Y/N)," he says and looks up at you as he stands, "Micah and I been thinking- there's gotta be some way some carpet baggers like us can get some rich pickings around here. Then I thought of you."

"Me?" You question, tilting your head. "I don't think I follow, Dutch."

He puts his hands on your shoulders, the heaviness of his hands weighing you down. "Your husband, darling. I heard there's gold here, real gold, he's got to have some and if not he's got to have some money to share." He says with a mechanical laugh following.

It took you a moment to process what Dutch was saying, but then it all made sense. "You want to rob William?" You ask, it surprisingly wasn't such a bad idea. You knew the layout of the house and where William had stored his money, it wouldn't be hard for you to sneak in and get it.

"Yes," Dutch responds, "Micah gave me the idea. I'm thinking me, him and a few other guns can go into the place and get what we need and get out." He sits back down onto the bed and lights a cigarette, "Only with your blessing, of course."

You shake your head quickly, "No. We have to cover it up. My husband may not be a strong man but he's got some powerful family. If word gets out he was robbed we're gonna have Grays and Lucks hightailin' us 'til we actually end up west." You say and look at Dutch's cigarette in envy.

Before you could mask the envy Dutch notices, he extends his arm to you and hands you the cigarette in rotation. You dip your head in thanks and take it from him, inhaling the nicotine and feeling your lungs fill with smoke. "You already got this figured out, don't you Miss (Y/L/N)?" He teases.

You take another drag of the cigarette before handing it back to Dutch, "That I do. I've been dreamin' of robbing the damn idiot since I met him." You joke but you weren't lying. You always thought that if you had what William has - but without William - you'd be genuinely happy. Pure joy. William always needed something more but he already had everything you could've hoped for.

Dutch smiles, "I can imagine," he chuckles and ashes the cigarette on the floor. "So we have your blessing?"

"Only if I can come." You say, "I have a few things that I'd like to get back from that house anyhow. And I'm the only one who knows where he stashes his cash. You kinda need me," You say and raise a brow.

Dutch takes a hit from the cigarette and in those deep sienna brown eyes, you noticed a mischievous glint that reflected off of the curved corners of his mouth which was forming into a smile of pride. "What you got planned?"

"Well," you start and take a seat next to Dutch, "Me, you, and Micah can go, you two gotta keep him distracted at the front of the house so I can get in through the back door without him seein' me. All we gotta get is a wagon so I can take a few things to sell."

Dutch hands you the cigarette, "Y'know (Y/N), you really outdone yourself this time, darling." He cackles, "You was always special to me. All these years... all the things we done. Good things, bad things. After all the people we lost... you was always special. And you always made that clear." His voice was shaky now.

You put your hand on top of his, "Thank you, Dutch. Y'know you and Hosea are like the only parents I got. My daddy- he weren't really..." you stopped talking and Dutch sighed, he knew the story.

"You don't need to continue, darling, I know." He says and rubs your shoulder encouragingly, "You always got us." He says and stands up with a grunt, "S'long as you don't leave us again," he says.

You look at him and hold onto the bed frame, "I'm not going nowhere, Dutch. I'm done running - running alone anyways." The gang was always running, it was tiring and it was the reason you wanted to leave but even without the gang you could never find stability in this life.

"You're never alone, (Y/N). Not here." He says firmly, furrowing his brow at you before looking out his tent, "I better go tell Micah and we can start making out a plan."

Arthur who was donating a gold pocket watch into the collection box spoke up as he overheard, "Plan? What kinda plan?" He asks, closing the box and walking into the tent.

Dutch glances at you before speaking, "Just a little robbery, Arthur. When I told you things were gonna start looking up when we came here I wasn't wrong," he laughs, bending back with an approving cackle. "(Y/N)'s making up for lost time."

Arthur gives you a confused stare, looking between you and Dutch for an answer.

"We're robbin' my husband." You say, not holding eye-contact with Arthur as he raises his eyebrows in shock but he shot his lips back in an entertained smile.

"You serious?" He tests, taking a step forward for affirmation.

You nod, "He's got more than enough." You scoff, pushing your (Y/H/C) hair over your shoulder as it gets in eye-sight. "Dumb bastard hardly worked a day in his life but he gets money just fallin' into his lap."

Arthur grabs onto the waist of his pants for a moment and lets out a quiet chuckle before looking at you again, "If you insist." He turns his gaze to Dutch, "I'm in."

You stand up from the bed and get almost chest-to-chest with Arthur. This wasn't a robbery he needed to be apart of. The chances of him causing trouble with William were too high, they couldn't risk getting caught by him and having Grays as well as Lucks on their backs.

"We don't need you in." You sneer, "We can make this a three person job with no problem."

Arthur blinks and looks around the tent, dipping his head at Dutch. "One," he looks at you and dips his head, "Two." He looks down at himself and adjusts his suspenders slightly, "Three." He says, "Am I missing somethin'?"

"Micah's coming." You say, narrowing your eyes to Arthur's. He narrows his back at the mention of Micah, the emotion in his eyes was like fire in water, if you could imagine such a thing. It was passion, fury, and hurt all trapped behind ice. It was breathtaking but intimidating. Arthur was a terrifying man - fortunately for you you've grown used to his menacing aura so speaking your mind to him wasn't hard.

Arthur whips his head to Dutch, "You're bringing Micah?" He spits.

"It was his idea, Arthur." He says with an unbothered shrug.

He turns his head to you once more, "So you'll take Micah to rob your husband but not me, your fiancée?" He asks, towering over you.

Dutch chuckles, "The mans got a point, (Y/N)."

You look back at Dutch then up at Arthur who's still staring down at you with challenging glares. "Ex-fiancée." You correct, "Fine. I guess there's somethin' you can do."