#Christmas with Arthur

[arthurflecksgirl]

Arthur Christmas imagines Advent calender Door 2

Baking cookies with Arthur

"Hmmm... What's that wonderful smell?" Arthur stumbled into the kitchen to find you covered in flour. He rubbed his eyes, still drowsy from getting the best sleep since a long time.

"No, don't come in" you walked towards him to playfully push him back into the living room.

Arthur chuckled , trying to get a glimpse over your shoulder "What are you doing in there? Are you on a secret mission or something"

"Actually, I am. I'm on a mission to make my husband happy"

Arthur pushed your hands out of the way and managed to place a kiss on your cheek "I think you already succeeded".

"I'm serious Arthur, this is supposed to be a surprise!"

"Well, you don't look very serious" he replied with a hint of sassyness.

"Christmas is the time of surprises, Artie. And waiting for the surprises to be ready"

"I don't wanna wait"

All of the sudden Arthur seemed wide awake. Watching him standing there, impatient like a little boy pulled on your heart strings. His facial expression had so much sweet innocence to it,you thought your heart could burst with love.

"Alright you can take a look".

Arthur stormed into the kitchen as you stepped beside.

"I knew it! Your white hands seemed a little suspicious" he laughed "So you are baking without me! I'm not sure if I'm so happy about that. I wanna join!"

"The plan was so surprise you once you are up. You slept so peacefully, I thought you would sleep through half of the day".

Arthur checked out all the different cookie forms "Yeah I had a pretty good sleep tonight. I think I was dreaming about us living by the sea again"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"The beach house in California?"

Arthur nodded before he leaned in for another kiss "Okay so. I wanna bake something too!"

"The oven is filled with cookies already. But.... There is one special personalized cookie which is bigger than all the others. What about if you're surprising me too? You can form one yourself and put it into the oven. There should be space left for one more! But don't take a look what's already in there!"

"What if I do?"

"Then you gotta watch this movie with me tonight you hate so much"

"Oh god. I think I will do whatever you say then" Arthur laughs as he starts knitting the dough. "What are you waiting for? Go, go, go!"

Arthur turns on the radio as he secretly shapes his special cookie for you,humming along to Bing Crosbys Christmas oldies.

A few minutes later he puts the finished dough into the oven without taking a look at yours.

"All done"

"Alright, now we gotta wait for a bit. Come here" .

You widely opened your arms for him to join you on the couch, cuddling away the morning, talking about Arthurs repeating dream about California until the cookies were ready.

Back in the kitchen you opened the oven to take them out. Arthur standing there in sweet anticipation.

"Oh my good, great minds think alike!" You couldn't stop laughing when you realized that both of your surprise cookies were almost exactly the same.

Arthur came closer to take a look "Oh wow! You formed a clown too!"

"Yes I did!"

"I guess we were reading each other's minds"

Arthur smiles as he places both clowns on a seperate plate as the other cookies.

His arms folded around you the moment you were both back on the couch. With Arthurs arms around you the world seemed to be a better place.

Your gently touched his soft curls "You've got flour in your hair, Darling."

Arthur laughed "You've got flour all over you!"

"Now we gotta wait until they're not so hot anymore"

Arthur observed his creation with a disappointed look on his face "I think mine looks a little bit out of shape. He's a little weird kid I guess".

You pulled a tiney sugar heart out of your pocket, mimicking Arthur's magic tricks and placed the heart on the cookie clowns left chest.

"That's okay. Because his heart is in the right place"

You leaned in for a gentle kiss and felt him smiling, knowing that Arthur's own heart was beating happily under the touch of your lips.

[pierppasolini]

The Golden Girls - 2.11 - ‘Twas the Nightmare Before Christmas

[noodles-and-tea]

This trope would be so funny for them

[xenopenthos]

Illustration for Gawain and the Green Knight by Anning Bell

[crystaiskiess]

so glad this is how the show ended and not in pain or death amiright

[theroundbartable]

I want an episode that's basically Merlin and Arthur facing the usual, magical threat of the week, but they have to keep it a Secret from everyone (like with Uther's ghost).

So, Arthur carries the torches and the weapons and Merlin does the research on whatever magical creature it is and is, although he tries to do everything on his own, forced to show Arthur the results.

Arthur: it can only be killed with magic?

Merlin: I'm afraid so. There is this spell -

Arthur: but... Can we even use that?

Merlin: *hesitantly* I mean, If we do the pronounciation right?

Arthur: ... Alright, I'll do it.

...

Merlin ends up doing it in the end.

Arthur: holy shit, it worked!!!! *So excited he hugs Merlin*

Merlin: *trembling because he's still lying about his magic but also, Arthur saw him use magic and isn't mad*

A week later, Arthur puts an old cold case on the table: we have work to do

Merlin: oh no

So basically, the ghost hunter au we were teased with but never got.

[foundynnel]

[piastappies]

𝜗𝜚 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝜗𝜚

⋆ pairing. oscar piastri x wife!leclerc!reader

⋆ summary. christmas is never calm, when the piastris are involved, or one would think.

⋆ notes. another part of dad!oscar series 😁😁😁 its honestly one of my favorites ever. this is a small christmas fic, but i might write another part of christmas at the piastris 😁 not proofread (i will do that one day i promise)

BEFORE YOUR DAUGHTER WAS BORN, you and oscar never spent christmas together. it was pretty understandable, he went back to australia to see his family, while you ended up in monaco, spending the festive moments along your family and your brothers’ girlfriends. however, you’d always spend new year’s together — whether it was australia or monaco, no one could make you leave each other’s side. nevertheless, as suspected, the problems started occurring as soon chloe’s second christmas came up.

her first christmas happened just after she was born, so there was really no conversation about going anywhere with a newborn baby, while pandemic was still going crazy. christmas in the following year was putting more and more stress on top of your shoulders. you barely seen your family all year, so the need to fly home was even stronger than ever, you couldn’t though. beside his dad, oscar hasn’t seen his family much either and asking him to go see yours for holidays seemed unfair, you were not the only one, who missed the warm embraces of their mothers.

“why don’t we all just come to your place, love?” nicole, oscar’s mum, suggested on one afternoon, making the tension in your shoulders loosen a bit. “there’s no point in stressing yourself out about flying with chloe, when we can just come to you.”

it almost seemed like a plan put together beforehand, because a few hours later your mum has called you, suggesting the exact same thing. even if it was a plan, you really appreciated trying to ease your nerves about christmas.

and it became a tradition, one you held dearly to your heart.

it’s been still a few days left till the twenty-fifth, so it was only nicole, who flew to monaco, her daughters would arrive near twenty-fourth to have a day to recharge. you were bundled up in a blanket, a small girl sitting on your lap, not wanting to be away from you as her tiny fists had tightened their grip on your shirt.

“i get puppy?” chloe asked, tipping her chin upwards to have a look at you before turning her head — so fast you thought it would snap in seconds — to look between your husband and his mom. “please, please puppy?” she repeated, jutting her bottom lip and flashed her brown eyes at oscar.

you raised an eyebrow at the aussie, awaiting his response. the possibility of him cracking and accepting your daughter’s pleas was high, considering that chloe had him wrapped around her little finger, or rather around her wrist like a leash she could tug on, and at first thought her dad would do whatever she wanted him to. his gaze shifted towards you as he let out a sigh, his heart breaking as he’s about to disappoint his only daughter.

“ah, squish, but you have a dog already, don’t you?” nicole started, catching her daughter’s attention. chloe’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. she has a dog already? is he invisible? “basil and rosie are yours too, aren’t they?” she asked in a gentle tone, the four years old perking up at this revelation.

“i do!” she exclaimed happily, letting go of your shirt to clap her hands, a big beam creeping up on her lips. “basie and rosie!” she said, her head bobbing up and down ecstatically. “my doggies.”

“and leo.” you chimed in, gently rubbing your hand against chloe’s back. the mention of your brother’s daschmund made the beam falter. “you don’t like leo anymore, squish?” you asked, a bit taken aback at the sudden change.

a pout appeared on your daughter’s face, her tone slightly bashful as she tried to explain. “leo pee-ed on me.” oscar’s lips were pulled into a tight line as he tried to suppress a chuckle. “s’no funny!” she frowned at her dad’s antics.

“he was just excited to see you, baby.” you tried your best reasoning with your daughter. “leo’s still just a baby, you know? babies pee when they get excited, it means he reaaaally likes you.”

“daddy’s baby, too an’ he don’t pee on me.” she scrunched her nose, unmoved by your explanation. “daddy don’t like chloe?”

baby. that’s how you’ve been referring to oscar for as long as you could remember, making chloe think that her dad is as much of a baby as she is. in different circumstances, you’d just start laughing — some guys, your friends’ boyfriend or fathers, random people on the street, probably acted like babies towards their partners or maternal figures, but not your oscar. he was the eptiome of a great partner, friend, and a parent, despite being a bit messy and leaving socks on your bedroom floor a few times, if you wished for someone better, you’d still get your oscar, because there couldn’t be anyone better than him, not for you and your daughter.

“well… daddy loves you so, so much, squish.” he began coyly, kneeling in front of the couch, to brush his nose against chloe’s, as an act of affection. “but i’m not a doggie, am i?” he asked, and while your reasoning seemed completely off to chloe, she bought oscar’s within seconds.

“no, silly.” the four years old giggled, putting both of her hands on oscar’s cheeks, leaving a small, sloppy kiss on the tip of his nose. “you papa.” a beam stretched across her mouth. “no doggie.”

THE CHRISTMAS CAME QUICKLY, which you were profoundly content with. it was one of the rare moments, when you could spend the time with your entire family, both sides. there wasn’t enough words to describe the amount of love you held in your heart for oscar’s relatives. you spent lots of hours, talking to your in-laws on the phone, when you couldn’t see them in person. it was natural that you wanted them in your daughter’s life as much as possible.

usually, the apartment was as quiet as it could be with a preschooler, although with almost twenty people inside, it was a mess. a positive one, one you would cherish every time it happened. your mum chatting away with nicole, tim, and chris, your brothers engrossed in conversations with oscar, while you talked to alex, and oscar’s sisters as your soon to be sister-in-law played with your daughter on the carpet, leo sleeping on his usual spot on the couch.

when you all sat down to open gifts, chloe was no longer playing with charlotte as she occupied the spot on arthur’s lap, giggling quietly, when he tickled her once in a while just to pretend he didn’t as she tried to pat his hands away.

“i give gifts, too!” she suddenly spoke up, her voice filled with excitement, pointing to a dozen of tiny boxes standing neatly next to (or on top of) one another.

it was small figurines made out of modelling clay that your husband has bought for your daughter. it wasn’t much, but it made your daughter feel involved in the gift-giving tradition. of course, you helped her throughout the process, so the figurines wouldn’t be just colours mixed together with no shape.

“oh, mon étoile. did you make them yourself?” your mum asked, a warm smile stretching across her lips as she unpacked the tiny star made out of modelling clay. that’s what pascale always called chloe, étoile, which meant a star, because she was the brightest star in your mom’s universe.

chloe nodded proudly in response, puffing her chest as she unpacked arthur’s box for him. “‘s me!” she giggled in happiness, placing the figurine in her uncle’s hand. “now, you ‘ill ‘lways remember me!”

“i could never forget you, squish.” arthur whispered into her ear, though loud enough for you all to hear, making the girl laugh from the sensation of his face in such close proximity to her ear. “i’ll always have it with me, okay?”

in the end, everyone was enamoured with the small gifts made by your daughter, which made her feel super proud of herself. she got a few toys (that you’d previously accepted, because if you had one more loud toy, you’d shred yourself into pieces) and… a racing helmet.

“we are not doing a project piastri, or whatever you’d call that.” you announced, giving your older brother a judgemental look. was it a surprise that charles gifted your daughter a racing helmet? not really, as he’s been talking about taking chloe karting. “she’s four.”

“i was four, when i started too.” he argued, a bit playfully.

“look what that made you. crazy.” you shook your head, taking a glimpse of the mesmerised look in your daughter’s eyes. “she’s too small for a go-kart. you’d have to put velco strips on her back and the seat, so she wouldn’t fell out of the thing.”

“that’s doable.” the ferrari driver shrugged, as he helped chloe put on the purple helmet. “uncle charlie wouldn’t let his squishy face get hurt.” he cooed at the girl, making you roll your eyes in exasperation.

cheering and stressing over your husband’s career was a thing you could live with, but having both oscar, and your daughter racing and karting? your poor heart wouldn’t handle it.

“i drive like daddy soon?” the four years old in question said, her voice slightly muffled by the helmet. once again, she clapped her hands happily.

and somehow, after a nice meal and gift openings, you were stuck in a conversation with your brother about taking chloe karting, while she quietly asked one of your sisters in law what karting exactly was.

[vickozone]

Three whole hours while I assemble this… audience!

+tap on image and turn up brightness for better quality+

[scene from Benevolent! A Non-Canon Malevolent Christmas Special]

I didn’t want to finish it, so you get the storyboard version!

[caito-does-stuff]

yes i've read arthurian legend. yes i know arthur dying is a forever constant and holds massive significance. no i did not appreciate arthur dying at the end of merlin bbc because he deserved so much more than that.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Christmas imagines with Arthur Advent calender DOOR 5 - Fun in the snow with Arthur

On this icy morning on December 5th the grey, worn down look of Anderson Ave disappeared under a thick blanket of white. All of the sudden this neighborhood didn't look so bad anymore. The beaten down buildings, the dirty streets, even the garbage strike was hidden behind a magical bright glimmer of snow. You watched some local children carrying their sleds. Even from a distance you could tell that they had excitement on their faces.

Arthur was sitting on the table in the corner of the living room, lost in writing. You didn't wanted to interrupt his thought process. Knowing him best from all the people in the world you knew that the expression in his face and his body posture, even the way he was mindlessly putting out his cigarette before it was finished meant that he was having a flow with his jokes. In the evening he would be proud of himself when he grabbed his journal to re visit his writing. And you would be even prouder when he would read them to you and his imaginary audience. You could stand here on the window forever, just watching him write. It was an even more beautiful view than the winter wonderland outside.

After a while of being enchanted by your wonderful husband and the noise the pencil created on the paper when he came up with he joke he was specifically happy with, you walked into the kitchen to make coffee. Filling two cups always felt special to you, even though you had been together for years now. Here from the kitchen you had an eve better view on where Arthur is sitting. You almost spilled some hot coffee looking at him.

"Are you watching me?" he grinned without looking up.

You felt yourself blushing "I'm sorry, Arthur. You're just so insanely beautiful. I can't resist looking at my beautiful husband". You placed his coffee cup beside his worn out journal. The cup said "World's best comedian". Arthur took a close look at the letters everytime before he took his first sip.

"You know if I keep writing like this, the cup might be telling the truth"

You bend forward to kiss his forehead "I'm damn sure it is!"

He closed his diary with a proud look on his face "I think I'm done for today. I came up with some great punshlines ".

"I can't wait to hear them. By the way... Did you take a look outside?"

"Outside? No. Why? I've been sitting here for quite some time. Didn't even notice how much time passed... "

"Go take a look!"

Arthur got up to hurry to the window "Oh my god"

"I know right?"

"Wow, this looks like a total different city like that. It hasn't been snowing that much since years."

"Not since we've been together anyway"

Arthur stared out the window "Right!"

"C'mon Darling, let's go outside!"

You secretly walked back to the other side of the room to grab a pair of gloves you bought for him a while ago, waiting for the perfect moment to gift them to him. It seemed that this moment was now.

You tipped his shoulder while he observed the children outside.

"Hey. I've got something for you"

"Aww... Gloves. They look so warm!"

"Try them on!"

You put the gloves onto Arthur's gentle hands. They fit perfectly as he read the writing on them "I'll keep you warm". A huge smile crossed his face "Awwwwwwww..... Thank you, baby" he gave you a hug just as warm "Now I'm ready to face the snow!"

You both got dressed, took the elevator downstairs and walked down the brand new, shiney neighborhood.

Out of nothing a snow ball hit you in the back. You turned around expecting to see a local kid but it was Arthur laughing with all his heart "Got you!" he yelled, forming another snowball, so fast you had no chance to react. Snow ball after snow ball hit you while Arthur was having the time of his life.

"Hey" you laughed back "That's not fair. You're too fast"

"Well, you gotta keep up with me then because I plan to make an army of snowballs!"

You formed a snow ball and managed to hit Arthur too. Even though he was so good in avoiding being hit. Him trying to get away from your snowballs looked almost like a dance. He was just too beautiful to handle.

And then it happened. You accidentally hit him on the face.

"Omg, Arthur, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

Arthur, seemingly surprised by the snow in his eyes just stood there for a moment, frozen until he broke out in laughter "Hahaha, I think you won this game after all. Ten points".

You tried to wipe the snow out of his face but your own icy gloves didn't seem to help much. "I didn't mean to do that. Sorry, my love". You fucused on a thick snowflake caught in his long eyelashes, as he caught you by surprise , taking you down to the ground.

"Revengeeeee!" he yelled and threw you into the ice cold blanket, laughing louder than all the kids around.

"Aaaaaaarthuuuuur" you screamed, half joyful, half caught in a jump scare as you both fell soflty into the snow.

"Do the snow angel" he smiled, completely out of breath.

And then Arthur and you spread your arms and legs to make snow angels in the middle of the sidewalk.

A man walking by shook his head "Only lunatics in his freaking neighborhood" he said.

But you didn't care. If this meant being crazy then you wanted to be crazy for the rest of your life.

"Oh wooow" said a kid walking by "Look mommy! The people over here are doing snow angels!"

Arthur looked over you "See? We did it!"

"Not so bad of a neighborhood after all huh?"

"Not today" he grinned.

You took a quick moment to look at the sky. More snow falling down your face. A moment of peace within all the chaos of Gotham city.

"Baby, I'm getting cold" he whispered through his grin.

"Me too. Let's grab some hot chocolate around the corner."

He nodded.

"Arthur?"

"Huh?"

"You're my beautiful angel!"

Arthur rolled over to meet your icy lips with his and all of the sudden it didn't seem to be so cold anymore.

[pierppasolini]

The Golden Girls - 2.11 - 'Twas the Nightmare Before Christmas

[nightninjaboy]

[expelliarmus]

[schibi12]

We've heard of Disney Hugs and Ghibli Hugs now get ready for Aardman Hugs

Clip from A Grand Night In: The Story of Aardman

[fl0r4jenn]

rdr2 christmas pfps🎄 (i will post the rest on pinterest)