Sean MacGuire: Headcanon's and One-Shots

🍀Mr MacGuire🍀 pt:1

SUMMERY: You haven't been with the gang very long, and while out on a scouting mission Arthur brings back Sean. You come back to a party, not really knowing what its for but you join anyway. You ask Dutch what its for and he tells you its a celebration because one of the gang members has been found and brought home. You go to introduce yourself but you over hear him say something that scares the crap out of you!

Warning! Panic attack

Sean MacGuire X English!reader

H/B=Horse breed

Y/N= Your name

L/N=Your last name

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You rode into camp on your H/B and tethered her to the hitching post. You quickly noticed the music, already knowing that a party was in full-swing. You didn't really know what the party was for but you grabbed a bottle of beer and sat at one of the furthest tables.

You noticed how everyone looked much happier then they did when you left a few hours prior, but you just put that down as the alcohol. You looked around as you took a swig from the bottle, seeing Dutch stood by his tent with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other.
You stood up from your seat and made your way towards him.

Dutch heard the soft steps approach him and turned to face you; a smile of joy plastered on his face.

"Y/N, I think you came back just in time!", he quickly put one arm over your shoulder. You had always admired his charismatic nature, it was the first thing you noticed when you met him.

"I'm glad I did, I didn't want to miss out on all the alcohol" you lifted your bottle up and chuckled.
"If you don't mind me asking, Y/N, but how did you get to America?". You knew someone would bring it up at some point, you just didn't expect Dutch to ask.

You frowned and took another large swig from the beer before chucking the bottle to the ground.
"W-Well, you see, Mr Van De Linde, I grew up in a poor farming family. We were so poor that my own father sold my two sisters into arranged marriages with old rich men.". Your frown deepened as you grabbed a second bottle and chugged it. You could sense Dutch's frown.

"Luckily, my mother convinced my father that I was much to young to be married off so a few years later, my mother went missing and father just sold me off to, who he thought was, another old man; when really it was just a gang. They then brought me to America and wanted to sell me into slavery but they couldn't find a buyer so they just beat me. Then you and Mr Morgan showed up and now I'm here".

Dutch was speechless for the first time since you'd met him. He quickly drank from his whiskey and looked you dead in the eyes.
"I am very sorry to hear that, you were brought over to an unknown country and almost sold into slavery" he took his arm from around your shoulders and took a buff from his cigar.

You shrugged your shoulders, suddenly remembering what you had really came over for.

"Oh, What is this party actually for, Sir?"

Dutch chuckled to him self and placed his bottle on a near by crate.
"Please, enough with the sir and Mr, it makes me feel old", you giggled and apologised as he continued.
"Back in Blackwater, one of our members got caught. But Arthur and Javier got to him before he could be moved to a Federal prison". Dutch took another puff from his cigar and pointed at a ginger man sitting by the fire, and you watched as he seemed to be telling a story or something.

You smiled and thanked him before walking off. You intended on going over to introduce yourself to the man, but before you could, you heard him say something. Something that made you gulp.

"-you boy had the sense to get rid of the damn English. Ain't nothing worse than being one of their colonies, I'm telling ye!"
You gulped a second time, and quickly moved Behind a tent.
"Bunch of...Protestant know it alls, I tell ye, ridiculous. Who the hell do they think they are,anyhow, huh?"
Well, at least you didn't grow up a Protestant.
"Makes my skin crawl...every time I hear the sound of that...that voice!"
Thank god you didn't bloody speak!You leaned around the tents side and noticed that everyone else around the camp fire, had awkward looks on their faces, and they kept looking around.
Abigail suddenly realised you were stood there and sent an apologetic look your way.
"Old Dutch knows, I see an Englishman, I have to kill him just to get a bit of bloody peace!"

You had heard enough. Tears started to fall from tour eyes as you quickly ran last Dutch, who yelled after you. That unfortunately caught the attention of everyone else.
"Y/N, wait!"

"Who the fuck is Y/N?" Sean said as he looked around. Abigail stood up quickly and told everyone to keep Sean here while she goes to help the 'poor girl'.

You ran through the small part of trees and slumped against a tree. You slid down it as you cried into your hands. The last time you were threatens like that was when you were being taken by a gang a few months ago.

You felt your chest getting tighter and tighter with ever breath you took. You head pounded as you heard your heart in your ears. You choked out another sob as you heard Abigail calling your name.

You heard her getting closer and a few minutes later you felt her arms pull you against her chest. She brushed her hand through your hair and cooed calming words in your ear. Even though you were only a few years younger than Abigail, she always treated you like her own daughter.

"H-He's gonna k-k-kill me, Abi" you choked out a few small sobs as she shushed you.
"No, no, Y/N. If you had stayed for just a few seconds longer, you would have heard him say that he was joking", she pulled away from you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as she smiled sweetly at you.

This slightly calmed you, she pulled her sleeve over her knuckles and lightly wiped away your tears. You were still breathing hard and I caused you a headache.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed", she gentle helped you up too your feet and lead you through the camp. You noticed Dutch was over by a tree with the Irishman, and he seemed to be a bit disappointed in him. You didn't mean to cause a scene but everyone who saw you gave you a small smile.

Expected Micah, he was off trying to find a lead but you didn't really care, he would probably be making fun of you right now.

Abigail left you in your tent for you to undress and get onto your cot, but she didn't leave without saying goodnight and promising to keep an eye out for 'Me MacGuire'.

So that was his name. Mr MacGuire. All you knew was that he was Irish, he hated your kind, you were scared of him and that he was kind of attractive.

You carefully got into the cot and pulled the covers over you with a sigh. Your headache calmed as you felt yourself drift into sleep.