Summary: A devoted retired outlaw house husband
Warning: ARTHUR MORGAN! dramatic much. Inspired by The Way Of The House Husband anime. Fluff, retired outlaw. Menacing at outside, soft inside. Devoted husband, massage, love. Arthur is house husband who retired from being outlaw (he paid his bounty at Post Office 😛). Arthur love his wife.. So much.
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 used to be feared across five states.
Men remembered the way he walked into a town-slow, deliberate, eyes sharp like he was sizing up a coffin. They remembered the scars, the gun belt, the feeling that trouble had just arrived.
Now?
The butcher trembled when Arthur leaned over the counter and said, in a low, deadly voice,
"I need the freshest cut you got."
The butcher swallowed. "Y-Yes, sir."
Arthur inspected the meat like it was evidence at a crime scene.
"This won't do," he muttered. "Too tough. My wife's had a long day."
The butcher nearly fainted.
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At home, Arthur tied his apron with the same precision he once used to holster revolvers.
Snap. Tight knot. Perfect alignment.
The apron read, in crooked stitching you'd done yourself:
WORLD'S TOUGHEST HOUSE HUSBAND
Arthur took it very seriously.
He wiped the counter. Once. Twice. Three times.
"No dust survives in this household," he growled.
He checked his list.
Laundry: separated by color ✔
Floor: scrubbed ✔
Dinner: simmering ✔
Wife's favorite mug: pre-warmed ✔
Arthur crossed his arms, nodding.
"Good."
Outside, neighbors whispered.
"That's him..." "The gunslinger?" "No... worse." "What?" "...a devoted husband."
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Your saloon was chaos incarnate.
A drunk tried to sing on the bar. Someone knocked over a chair. A couple argued about poker rules like it was a matter of life and death.
You handled it all-pouring drinks, breaking fights, smiling through exhaustion.
By the time you locked up, your soul felt like it needed a bath.
You dragged yourself home, shoulders slumped.
The door slid open.
The lights were already on.
Arthur stood in the hallway.
Still. Silent.
Intimidating.
"You're late," he said gravely.
Your heart skipped.
"...Sorry?"
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FanfictionWell, it's a group of one shots, preferences and imagines that I wrote on Tumblr and notes before so I'll post them here so that my work won't be lost if I can't open my Tumblr or i accidentally delete my notes. So here you go! Warning: Warnings are...
