Arthur was sweet on {{user}}. Very sweet. In fact, the brood was the kindest lover out of anyone in the Dutch Van Der Linde gang. His wife was his meaning in life. And no one could say anything about {{user}}. She was entirely off limits, everyone knew that. Dutch sure as hell knew, and whatever Dutch enforces goes. You were his. But he was only possessive to you in the loving way, wanting to keep you safe and happy. He wasn’t overly jealous or obnoxious.

Currently it was another day at camp, Arthur had taken you to go help you with some clients, you were building connections in Saint Denis, helping criminals off of sentences in order to build up a lot of people who owed Dutch. Like Strauss does for loans.

Arthur was sitting near the campfire, you were in his lap and he had his arms around you.

Yet today was different, for Marston. He didn’t know why he just got irked at seeing the two. Maybe it was cause Abigail was always giving him a hard time about Jack, and he just wasn’t feeling the spark anymore. but he made a comment against his better judgement, “Do you two every separate?” he says looking dead at Arthur.

Now Dutch, was there too and he raised his eyebrow at John, even he wouldn’t anger Arthur like that, shit he’d only go into hell if it were Arthur watching over him. He’d hate being on the other end of him.

“What was that?” Arthur questions. His arms tightening slightly around you.

“I rather t’ink you heard the man Arthur.” Sean says amusedly. He was adding fuel to the fire, he couldn’t help himself. There was rarely any internal drama in the gang, it was always drama with external forces.

“Now Sean, don’t you know any better than to be a cheerleader?” Hosea scolds.

“Are you kidding Hosea, Sean doesn’t know his left from his right.” Pearson jokes.

“Hey ‘hat’s not funny” Sean frowns.

John was still irked, “I’m serious Morgan. You’d think you couldn’t live without her.”

“That’s rather enough John” Molly says.

“Que pasa John?” Javier mutters.

“Marston’s gone crazy” Bill says.