Summary: Two bastards in love
Warning: NSUWNDJFIE (translate: i love Arthur), Sean Macguire, love, anooying bastrads but happy bastrads, wholesome, Arthur slowly accepting new reality.
based on this request, tq!
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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Arthur Morgan had been through some damn nonsense in his life — bounties, robberies, train derailments, Micah's voice — but nothing tested his patience like you and Sean MacGuire in the same place at the same time.
Even worse? When the two of you started dating.
And somehow, Arthur didn't find out until it was far, far too late.
Arthur had just sat down with a cup of coffee when Hosea casually said,
"Oh, by the way, your brother and Sean have been courting."
Arthur almost choked.
“Courting?” he repeated. "As in—you mean together? You mean—like romantically?"
Hosea sipped his tea with that quiet smile that meant he knew this would happen eventually.
Arthur blinked. "That can't be right. My brother's got sense. Sean's a dumbass."
Behind them, a loud voice shouted from the lake,
"Hey, sweetheart! You still got that bite mark I left on your shoulder?!"
Arthur turned slowly. You were mid-wrestling match with Sean in the shallow water, both of you laughing, soaked, and clearly not fighting to win.
"…Goddammit," Arthur muttered.
The Next Few Days Were Hell.
You and Sean became inseparable.
And insufferable.
Calling each other pet names like "darlin'," "babe," and "my little shooting star" loudly across camp.
Practicing "knife throwing" that almost took Arthur's ear off.
Making everything a competition.
(“I can skin a deer faster.” “No, I can.” “Babe, he doesn't even wash his hands.”)
Sing. Together. At all hours.
And the worst part?
You were genuinely, stupidly happy.
Arthur hated it.
But also…
He didn't.
It was after you and Sean pranked him by swapping his coffee with molasses water.
He spat it out across the firepit, glared, and barked:
"Alright, ENOUGH! You're both ridiculous! You—" he jabbed a finger at you "—used to be tolerable. Now you're just... you're just Sean with a nicer face!"
Sean grinned, slung an arm around your shoulders, and said,
"Well, thanks Arthur, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!"
You tried not to laugh. Failed completely.
Arthur stood there, red-faced, fists clenched, breathing hard... and then?
He sighed.
Long. Deep. Tired.
And mumbled, "...You better not break his heart, MacGuire."
Sean blinked.
Then — with unusual seriousness — said,
"Wouldn't dream of it, mate."
You looked at Arthur. He looked at you.
"...You're really in love with him?" Arthur asked, not unkind, just baffled.
You smiled. "Yeah. Idiot and all."
Arthur sighed again and muttered, "Guess I better start prayin'."
Arthur sat on the edge of camp, watching the stars, when you plopped down beside him, grinning.
"You mad?" you asked.
He shook his head. "Well."
A pause.
Then:
"You're happy. That's what matters. Even if it is with the most annoying man alive."
You leaned your head against his shoulder. "You'll get used to it."
He snorted. “Doubtful.”
From across camp, Sean yelled, "LOVE YOU, BABYFACE!"
You cupped your hands and yelled back, "LOVE YOU TOO, SEANIE!"
Arthur stood up and walked into the woods without a word.
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