An Irishman & a Cowboy-Sean MacGuire x Male Reader

Chapter I: Irishman

"So", you heard him say, "When we figured that it wasn't worth it, we left that barn and got back to camp."
You liked hearing Arthur tell you about jobs he had done. He was calm, collected and his stories were nothing like the ones McGuire told you. You liked either, as different as they were. 

You felt the alcohol kick in, just before you heard Sean slur "You know, I ain't too sure you would've come outta there if it wasn't for good ol' me, eh?" Charles laughed. "I'm sure we would have done better without you in our hair."

"Sean McGuire!" You turned to see who had called the Irishman; a furious Karen stumbling towards him. She was clearly drunk. "You are an impossible bastard, you know that?" She was yelling at this point, one hand on her hip, the other pointing straight at Sean's face. 

He looked confused. "What do you mean, love?" That's when Karen snapped. She took a swing and slapped McGuire across the face. Everyone around the campfire stopped what they were doing, some gasped, some whispered to each other. The Irishman, too stunned to speak looked at her, still confused. "Don't give me that, you sack of shit!" You looked at Karen, then back at Sean, and to Karen again. She backed up and walked away, not before shooting him a glare, that could kill a man. 

"Sean...", you began but he stopped you. "Y/N, I'm alright. I'll just talk to her." With that he stood up and walked towards the trees where Karen was standing, visibly upset. You sighed. Sean and Karen's relationship was anything but healthy. They would actively ignore each other, unless they were drunk. Hitting Sean was apparently part of Karen's daily routine, he would aways have red marks on his face. You liked Sean more than you'd like to admit, but you were afraid of how he'd react if you told him. "Y/N?" You snapped back to reality. "Yeah?" Arthur sighed. "He'll be fine, trust me. He hates her and she hates him, but nothing a little liquor can't fix." You chuckled sadly. "That's what I'm afraid of, Arthur." 

You glanced back to the trees, only to see Sean and Karen practically fused together. They giggled before he led her to John's tent. You couldn't help but laugh, even though you were upset. "Marston", you said turning to him, "I think you should look after your tent." 

"Not again", John groaned before standing up. Arthur and Charles were clearly amused by the situation, fighting their laughter, but you couldn't help but swallow your tears. "I think I'll go for a short walk, boys."


You sat down at shore, staring at the smooth surface of the lake that caught the moonlight. You sighed, a lonely tear rolling down your face. Every time Sean looked at Karen, something in you switched. You wanted this man, but you knew you couldn't tell him that. "Whatcha doin' here all alone?" You jumped, before turning around to see Sean holding up his hands to show you he meant no harm. "It's you", you sighed, both relieved and annoyed as you sat back down. 

Sean joined you, looking concerned. "What's wrong, Y/N?" You buried your face in one of your hands. "I...Nothing. I just needed some time for myself." 

Sean didn't believe that, he knew something was bothering you. "You can tell me, lad." You couldn't. "I don't wanna talk about it", you tell him, your voice cracking. "Ey", he said, trying to console you, "It's alright, yeah? You don't need to tell me, I jus' wanna understand you better." You nod, another tear falling down your face. You wiped it away before Sean could see it. "Man, it sure is pretty out here, eh?" He was enthusiastic, lifting your mood slightly. 

"Y'know", he said,"Me da always took me fishing when I was a wee little boy." You laughed. Sean took out a bottle of whiskey and tossed it to you. "I like to drink away my sorrows." You looked at him, smiling. "Trust me, I know."  

He pouted. "You hurt me, Y/N." You laughed as you took a swung of liquor. "Shit, that stuff's strong." Sean chuckled. You looked at him, the reflection of the moonlight defining his cheekbones. You flushed, quickly looking to your feet. 

"Anyways, I should get goin' ", Sean said, standing up. The alcohol had had a bigger influence on his balance than you had thought. He tripped and fell right onto you. You both fell into the grass. "Shit", he murmured, holding himself only inches from you. You looked away as your cheeks turned bright red. You held a hand up to your mouth. "Did I hurt ya, lad?" You couldn't answer. No words could come out of your mouth. He was determined to confirm that you weren't hurt. You finally managed to say something. "I...I'm fine." Sean crawled off of you and offered you his hand. You hesitated for a moment before grabbing it. He pulled you on your feet again. "Sorry about that", he said, "I've got guard duty tonight, I better get going" Once he was out of sight you sat down again, burying your face in one hand again. This man was going to be the end of you. 

"My god, what happened to you, Mr L/N?", Ms Grimshaw looked you up and down, her hands on her hips. You noticed that you were covered in dirt. "Go clean yourself, will you?" After having put on new clothes and having washed your face, you return to the campfire, where Arthur and Charles waited for you. The evening ended with Javier playing some songs, after that you all went to bed.

You had been laying in your cot for hours on end, but you couldn't get Sean out of your head. You put on your coat and sat down near the edge of the mountain and looked at the sky. You were certain that you weren't going to get any sleep tonight. 

As dawn came near, you decided to go into town to get some supplies into camp. You walked to the hitching posts to get your horse saddled, when your heard loud snoring coming from a tree a few feet away. As you approached it, you saw Sean leaning against the tree, sleeping. You snapped your fingers and Sean flinched before grabbing his gun. "Who's there?" You laughed at his reaction. "No one, but you shouldn't sleep while you're on duty, Irishman. Go on, get some rest, I'll be on the lookout." 

"Thanks, Y/N", Sean said patting your shoulder and going towards his tent. You smiled to yourself. "It's true what they say about the Irish charm", you thought.