#dad arthur

[bebravedearheart]

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Stressed DILF Arthur fic, written as a gift for @thesongistheriver ❤️❤️❤️

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

[omegabenaeart]

AAAAA YOU LIKE CHARTHUR? Omg that’s so amazing I literally couldn’t love your art more

They love each other ❤️

Also, bonus baby shenanigans

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

The story of how Mordred called Merlin mom and then proceeded to call Arthur dad and now he's adopted into the family – part 2

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"Sire, the outer walls need repairs but I believe a new design for better structure and materials..."

Mordred had stopped listening an hour ago, he noticed he wasn't the only one as he saw Sir Gwaine wiggling his eyebrows at Sir Elyan who was trying not to snort at Sir Gwaine's ridiculous facial; Sir Lancelot seemed to be one of the few attentively listening when the conversation was interrupted by the King.

"Sir Mordred, what are your thoughts of bridging the gap between Camelot and the druids?"

'What...? When did the topic change?! I should've paid attention!'

King Arthur stared expectantly at him, they all did even Merlin which at this moment made him nervous and just a tiny bit giddy of receiving his Lord's attention that he was bound to say something stupid.

He did in fact, said something stupid.

And utterly embarrassing that he yearned for a hole to magically appear and swallow him up.

"I believe Momlin, I mean mum, er no, uh Merlin can help because we druids would follow Emrys...did I say I'm a druid?"

King Arthur's eyes widened in surprise and as Mordred took a quick peek at Merlin, he saw how much paler his lord looked.

'Oh Goddess this is my fault! I've ruined everything!'

"Mom I'm so sorry. I meant Merlin, I didn't mean to say mom but it's a habit now, an internal one." He nervously chuckled.

Mordred could hear Sir Gwaine laughing probably, maybe he could help Sir Leon tomorrow provided he doesn't die from embarrassment or thrown in the dungeons perhaps.

Of course he's digging his own grave.

Hands clenching he blurted out more treasonous words.

"Forgive me mum—Merlin—Emrys my lord! It's just your magic is beautiful—"

Percival the gentle giant whispered sincerely to Gwaine, "I never knew Mordred was Merlin's son, Merlin must've had him at a young age."

Gwaine loving the drama added his own to it.

"I knew Merlin had experience in being a mother. How else would he have survived years being Arthur's manservant? Aren't mothers great!"

Gwaine grinned and relaxed in his chair, this roundtable meeting has turned out to be unbelievably interesting and enjoyable.

Elyan pitched forward, voice soft and curious.

"Since when did Merlin have magic? Is that how he gave birth to Mordred?"

Mordred prayed for a miracle or for something to shut himself up from blurting out more ridiculous sentences; he would also appreciate it if someone could stop the knights from theorising whether Merlin was his mother or not.

Because that would be impossible. Maybe. Who knows? Magic is natural and weird.

"—which in turn brings out your ethereal beauty, not that I'm flirting with you because that would wrong when I see you as a mom and uh..."

'ABORT! ABORT! STOP!' His brain tries to tell him however his mouth is running on automatic.

"Sir Mordred—" Arthur began to speak when Mordred turned to look stiffly at his King before words rushed out of his unreliable lips.

"Sorry dad...Er I meant—"

'WHAT IN THE AVALON POSSESSED HIM TO SAY THAT!?'

Mordred felt sick.

Literally he wanted to vomit out his guts because first he called Emrys his mother than outed himself as a druid and pretty much told everyone at the roundtable about Merlin's magic! Then he called the King, Arthur Pendragon, his father...in what realm of unfortunate situations and unbelievable events made him call the King his dad!?

He has to do something to salvage the situation and hopefully in Emrys eyes he could be forgiven, maybe King Arthur would forgive both of them.

'Think Mordred, think! What can I do to change this around!?'

For obvious reasons, Mordred's brain refused to think, therefore it spewed out whatever thought was in his mind at that very moment and vocalised it to the world, or at least to just everyone sitting round the table.

"I AM A SORCERER!"

♤To be continued♤

Part 1

[joanie-writes]

Baby Steps

Dad Arthur managing to melt your heart every step of the way.

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

From the very second after you told Arthur that you were pregnant, he was already a father. He proved that in the way that tears welled up in his eyes at your announcement, the way that he doted on you ever so lovingly the whole pregnancy, and the way he already loved somebody so deeply that he hadn't even met yet. There was nothing he loved more than being a father.

And there was also nothing you loved more than watching the burly bear of a man interact with something so small and delicate. When Arthur first held your son, there wasn't anything in the world that could have taken him away from that moment. You knew right away that the bundle of joy that you two created together, had Arthur wrapped so tightly around his finger.

You and Arthur had talked about leaving the gang, to raise a proper family, make honest money. But neither of you felt quite ready to leave. Arthur had spent more than half his life running with the Van Der Linde crew, and while you were a newer recruit, you loved the life, and you loved the family that you had found yourself apart of. And besides, at first, you knew nothing about mothering; since your son came as a bit of a surprise. "It takes a village to raise a child." Miss Grimshaw had said.

Boy was she right. It really did take everybody in the gang to raise Y/S/N, he had proved that right from day one.

After childbirth, you were rightfully exhausted, so after holding and feeding your new baby, and watching Arthur hold him for the first time, you went right to sleep. But Y/S/N didn't really appreciate that, he showed everybody just how well he could use his new little lungs not even ten minutes after you went to sleep.

Arthur rocked him gently while he sat at one of the tables, he spoke in a rough whisper, "Please, Y/S/N, your momma is trying to sleep!"

Most of the gang had already held him, and were already trying to tune out the intense screams he was creating. Dutch had already tried to help, assuring Arthur with, "Oh, old Uncle Dutch'll put him right to sleep." But Dutch did not live up to those claims, after a few minutes of Y/S/N's continued crying, Dutch returned him to his father's arms.

Charles had watched this interaction, heard it pretty well too. He hummed and hawed, before deciding it was in the best interest of everybody's eardrums if he offered his help. Arthur handed Y/S/N over to Mr. Smith without a second thought. Charles was still sort of new to the gang at the time, but he knew that he could successfully put the babe to sleep if he tried.

He stood and rocked the boy, seemingly no different than Arthur had been, but somehow after a minute or two, Y/S/N stopped crying. Arthur watched in amazement, and wondered what the hell Charles had done to do that.

"You'll have to teach me that." Arthur mumbled, too tired and too in awe of his son's sleeping face to thank Charles properly.

Uncle had come by to watch, he threw back his head in laughter once Y/S/N was asleep back in Arthur's hold, he exclaimed, "You put that kid right to sleep because you're so damn dull Charles!"

By the six month mark, Y/S/N had already grown so much and so fast, nobody knew where the time went. Arthur was the one to get the first laugh out of the boy.

Arthur and you were laying with Y/S/N on a blanket, enjoying the view you had from your current camp and the nice weather. Your sweet boy was laying on his stomach, holding himself on his arms, Arthur was mimicking his position, and in the process of playing peekaboo with his hat. Y/S/N squealed with laughter, he couldn't get enough of seeing Arthur disappear and then reappear, making silly noises while he did. There was a smile plastered onto your face, the kind that hurts after a while.

That night, once you laid your boy in his bassinet, and after he fell asleep, you stayed a moment to watch him. You felt Arthur lovingly wrap his arms around your waist, laying his chin on your shoulder to observe the sleeping baby.

"I love him so much, Arthur, you think he knows that?" You asked, your voice just above a whisper.

"You tell him a hundred times a day, wweetheart." He chuckled, placing a few gentle kisses on your cheek.

Arthur stared down at his son, his hair, his pouty lips, his tiny hands. He spoke up again, "I will never let anything hurt either of you, ever."

"I know." You replied, turning around to properly huddle into Arthur's hold.

Arthur expressed how grateful he was to you everyday, told you how brave you were, all for carrying your son, and how you were such a wonderful mother. How much he loved you. Although he had grown to be much softer and more relaxed after becoming a father, the gruff and tough Arthur Morgan was still very much present. He really did mean what he said when he would never let anything hurt either of you.

Y/S/N was about a year old, and the three of you had taken a wagon to town in order to stock up for Pearson. You carried Y/S/N on your hip, showing him all the fun items on the shelf, explaining to him what things were quietly whilst he responded with giggles and babbles. Arthur smiled at the sight of you two, he had come in to let you know the wagon was ready to go.

After a moment of admiring you, he did let you know, allowing you to wrap your free arm around his as you all walked outside. Arthur held the boy while you climbed onto the wagon seat, Y/S/N shrieked happily as his father hoisted him up in the air to your lap. Arthur chuckled, lifting himself up onto the wagon, moving past you to the other side of the seat, giving you a peck on the cheek while he did so.

Whenever either of you took Y/S/N on a wagon or horse ride, which wasn't often yet since he was still so little, you always made sure to keep it slow to keep him safe. So Arthur did just that.

The air around you was quite dusty from the roads, so you made sure to keep the small boy covered with a thin scarf. More dust kicked up as a few men rode up in front of the wagon, stopped a fair distance away, but much too close for comfort.

"Hey there! What ya'll up to?" One of them called out, you shot Arthur a nervous glance. His brows knitted together, already growing frustrated.

"We don't want any trouble, just trying to get the wife and kid home." Arthur answered the man, sitting up straighter. You pulled your son closer to your chest, turning your back some as well.

The man that had spoken looked to his partners, he spoke again, "We don't see no kid!"

"You don't need to see him, just let us be on our way now." You raised your voice and glared at the three men before Arthur got a chance to respond. The men laughed, which caused Arthur's anger to rise further, especially when Y/S/N began to cry.

"Just let us see what you got in that wagon there, and you'll never see us again." Another one offered, but Arthur noticed the last man who had not said a word begin to reach for his right hip.

Before he even got the chance to properly pull out his gun, Arthur had shot holes through all of them.

You didn't see the gunslinger side of Arthur so often anymore, the both of you loved being parents much more than being outlaws.

The side you did see more often was the nurturing one, the patient and goofy one too. You loved all sides of Arthur. But nothing would ever beat the special moments, the moments that only happen once.

Watching Arthur support his son in learning to walk was one of those moments.

"C'mon buddy, you've almost got this." Arthur talked to Y/S/N, encouraging him while he held both of his tiny hands up in his large ones, helping him walk back and forth from your seat on the ground. Arthur nearly had to break his back to bend down far enough for his hands to reach Y/S/N's, but the pure joy he felt in his heart made up for it. The smile on your son's face made both of your chests swell with love.

Arthur let Y/S/N's hands go, watching him successfully toddle over to you all on his own, landing in your arms. Arthur and you cheered, so proud of your little boy. You picked him up, standing up to swing him around, he laughed and cheered with you guys. Arthur kissed the top of his head, and then yours. He pulled you both into his arms, leaning his head in between you and Y/S/N, holding you tight. He couldn't believe how lucky he was.

[rdr-addict]

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New chapter of my fic up!

Daughter of Arthur Morgan

Chapter 28: Revenge

[galadrieljones]

Arthur and his oldest daughter, Roseanna, in their farmhouse in Richland Center, WI, c. 1907.

Happy Father’s Day!! 

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[verai-marcel]

I'm 10000% here for Rad Dad Arthur 😍

Hahaha, you and a bunch of others, my friend! I wrote that little drabble on a whim, but the Rad Dad Arthur of my heart is the Arthur from the neighbor AU... I think I need to continue that story, because it’s been a while since I posted a fic for that series, and sounds like y’all need some more DADDY ARTHUR in your lives. (Me too, need that daddy mechanic Arthur to piston into me like a goddamn motor- *fans self, then looks around* I mean, what?)

[wherearemyglassesbro]

No apologies!!!! No!! I’m happy to write for y’all!! :D •When Jett was little, Artie taught him how to play the piano! Lessons were short cause Jett could only sit still so long but nowadays, he can play modern songs on a keyboard!! •Artie hates Jett’s beloved Jeep. It used to be a beauty but now? It’s a hunk of junk that looks like it could fall apart at any given moment “Jett, lad, please get a new car-“ “No! Dad, she’s got so many memories in her! I can’t just toss her aside!” •When he was little, just like Alfred, Jett went through a phase where he just wanted to scare the shit out of Arthur. He’d put beetles in his bed, spiders in his tea, a squirrel loose in his room! Arthur got rabies, for God’s sakes! •Arthur gave Jett rides on his back all the time!! They made Jett feel so tall! Now, Jett is taller than Arthur and has to give him rides on his back on their way home from a pub or something ...Ah, how tables turn •They both are honestly terrible when it comes to fashion. Just the worst!!!! Francis is embarrassed to be around them sometimes. Jett wears the same pair of khaki shorts all the time with various tank tops or brightly colored t-shirts and Arthur is stuck in the 80s with his grandfather sweaters! Oh boy, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree! •Jett loves the ocean, as does Arthur, and he’s tried to teach his dad how to swim almost every time he comes to visit but it never works out •^^Artie loves going on Jett’s boat though! Fishing is fun, swimming is not