can we get Arthur Morgan as like a daddy caregiver? I love your writing sm 🥺💓 thank you!!
𝓑𝓔𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔𝓓 𝓒𝓐𝓡𝓔𝓖𝓘𝓥𝓔𝓡 ,
꒰୨୧꒱ never fear, papa-Arthur is here ₊˚⊹♡ !!
BEFORE YOU PROCEED ┊fem ! reader • little ! reader • Arthur Morgan if he was a caregiver/papa • fluff fluff fluff • cowboy papa ?! • reader is mentioned 2 have hair that allows itself to be brushed easily • OOC Arthur -.- • mini head cannons
Warm, like the sun shining amongst the early frost-spring morning dawn. The snow melts, and reveals a beautiful array of wildflowers which bloom with colour. Loving, as a dutiful teddy bear who gave the toastiest cuddles. And finally.. Cheeky, as a fox would as it titters around a bunny to play around with. The epitome of what Arthur was like, as a daddy.
“Papa.” You tug on his sleeve. You sat on-top of a burberry-fluffed up bedroll, legs spread in a W shape with a small plushie resting on your lap. What was he doing? You weren’t too interested to bother in finding out, other than wanting him back in bed to cuddle.
“…Papa >:(.”
“I hear ya, I hear ya.” He rolls his eyes, lazily plopping beside you on the edge of the roll. Your thoughts vanish easily as he grabs you by the waist and easily places you on his lap. You eagerly wave your legs because of the fact that it did not reach the floors when you sat on daddy’s lap like a tiny kitten whom wants to be groomed with the nails of her owners hand. Cuddle, your face quite literally demanded.
He did not hesitate at all, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and cradles you.
You looked like you were in a doze, almost sleepy-like because of the way you rested your dainty head on his chest. Perhaps it was because of his warmth
He looks at you with that lazy dog grin again. A soft squeeze from his arms around your waist which pulls you back from your thoughts. And you hear the cacophonous southern drawl which deepens the second he speaks, “What’s my lil’ girl thinkin’ about, hmm?”
“Nuthiiiin’,” you cheekily giggle. You purposefully tinker those long lashes of yours, beady eyes staring up at his.
He looks at you with narrowed eyes. Something was clearly up.
“I don’t believe you for a second.” He lowly mumbles right next to your ear, squishing you playfully. You squeal and giggle.
His hugs were as sweet as marshmallows. You felt safe, he felt safe. Something about those hard, worn muscles coming to trap you into a bear-hug gives you the most happiest butterflies in your tummy. A soft nuzzle to your cheek, the stubble grazes the swells of your temple lightly.
You try to stifle the soft giggles escaping your lips. The large oak tree that loomed and towered over you hid your little figure easily. The bark you leaned upon stenches of fresh petrichor, invigorating. It scratches at your soft skin- but in a good way. The sun kisses at your skin prettily, but the small straw-hat adorned with a light pink ribbon shields the heat rays away from your face.
The faint grunts of spewing numbers out from papa was heard from afar. You hope that he doesn’t find you as easily as he did last round. You were quick, but he was quicker.
The wind sways and flows, allowing yourself to cool down slightly from the sun which shines through peaks of the bunched up leaves from above. It was warm, warm alike of daddy’s hugs. Warm like the way he looks at you. Warm like his hands which come to clamp onto yours heavily to allow the numbing cold fading to warmth.
You cover your lips with your hands as he approaches nearby. You crouch down, trying to peak your head.
That deep, familiar southern drawl hisses- almost like a snake, but with less venom and more teasing in nature. A crunch of leaves, followed with another, and a jingle of spurs. “Where could my little girl be..”
The air stills, just for a moment.
“Found ya.”
You squeal loudly and laugh, and he traps you in his arms again. The hat you wore fell to the grass. You felt weak in his embrace, but you weren’t afraid. How the small wildflowers around you danced around with the two of you happily, you squirm and giggle at the large adrenaline rush which spiked you in the heart as soon as you heard his footsteps.
The grass prickles around your ankles, the same sensation of his stubble which grazes near your cheek.
He snickers at your startled reaction, before cheekily grinning and poking you in the side. “Either I’m real good at this game, or you suck.”
You gasp.
Sometimes, days can get too lazy and things move much slower. You feel yourself sink into the bedroll, even more so as the the clock ticks ever.. so.. slowly. The stuffies around unconsciously squeak at the little girl to get up and start the day, but alas- you never heard.
Papa sits behind you, and you sit in front of him. The same teddy bear from earlier is plopped on your lap, as you yawn loudly from the eager amounts of fun you had a few moments ago. Your legs are tired and jelly-like, and your doe eyes almost succumb to sleep as he busily combs your knotty hair out.
You were too busy trying not to fall asleep to worry about the knots in your hair. You barely even felt the tugs of the brush forcefully breaking the knots into separate hair lines because of how gentle he was.
With just a few more strokes of the pricks from the comb, your hair feels less messier then before. The fluffy bloomers and the gossamer-made top makes it far more harder to succumb to not slumber.
“There we go,” He coos softly. As soon as he puts the brush down, the back of your head falls onto his chest with a snooze. He snickers at your sleepy state. It’s certain that the small game of hide and seek took a toll on your energy.
“Sleepy..” You mumble. Oh so adorably, too cute for his own liking. It was like looking at a pup.
“I know, girl. I know.” He coddles you gently, feeling a tad bit guilty, “c’mon, let’t take a small nap. Don’t want my baby to be all grumpy.”
“Cuddle..” He wants to roll his eyes badly, but resists as you sleepily pull him in. Those same, warm arms come to squish you like a baby mouse in the grip of a bears paw, but with no intention to harm.
This little girl is allowed too much sometimes. She wanders around the camp, looking for anything exciting, sometimes with Jack as they were about the same age.
Little miss Morgan loves all the attention she gets. It’s very easy for her to talk uncle Sean into bringing her some candy from the town, even if her daddy isn’t happy about that. Arthur would tell her that she couldn’t have so much sweets, but later Arthur would go to Sean and tell him that he could bring his daughter anything, just nothing dangerous or he’d be dead.
When there’s a new man in the camp little lady was curious about him. Why was he tied to the tree? Why everyone didn’t like him?
But she definitely liked him and after gaining enough courage approached. Kieran was starving and felt too desperate, asking little girl for some water and food.
And miss Morgan decided it was her duty to help him. Like knights from Jack’s favourite books. They would always help those who were in need.
It’s easy to bring some water for Kieran, who couldn’t stop thanking little girl.
But when she managed to steal a carrot from Pearson’s table she got caught.
Arthur saw a mischievous look on his daughter’s face and the way she kept turning around, checking if anyone was watching her. He was standing in the shadow of the tree and she didn’t see him.
When she was about to give that carrot to the tied man she heard a voice behind.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” Arthur wasn’t very pleased with his daughter stealing food for an O’Driscoll. His eyebrows were lowered and arms crossed.
“He’s hungry!”
“He’s a bad man, sweetheart.”
“No, he’s not!” Arthur took away the carrot from her hands, noticing an angry look on his daughter’s face. She tried to take it back, but she was too small. She tried to jump and get it, but Arthur picked her up, walking to his tent with his daughters in his hands.
“Let me go! Daddy!”
“You won’t approach that man and I’ll buy you that cake you wanted? How about that?”
She nodded and happily smiled.
Even though she couldn’t bring food to that man herself, she got the cake.
And later she talked Jack into sneaking out and feeding Kieran.
Well, her daddy didn’t say anything about Jack.
When Arthur found Jack bringing food to an O’Driscoll he already knew who he had to talk to.
When little miss Mogran saw daddy walking towards her, looking too displeased, she dropped a bowl of stew and started running to the opposite direction.
“Stop right now!!”
She ran into Dutch’s tent, not paying attention to him standing near the cot. Little girl hid under the pile of blankets, trying to catch her breath.
“Tell daddy you didn’t see me, okay uncle Dutch? I love you!”
Dutch smirked and took the book he was about to start reading.
When Arthur stormed into his tent Dutch frowned.
“Did you see her?!”
“Who?”
“Nevermind…”
When Arthur left, his daughter got out and briefly hugged Dutch’s leg.
“You’re the best, uncle Dutch!”
Dutch only winked and chukled, watching Arthur’s little daughter leaving his tent.
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