#arthur as a dad

[sorceress-queen]

I feel like Morgana as a mum would do this if anybody hurt her child like that. 👀 Arthur as a dad... hmmm... I think he would entertain the thought but I am not so sure he would go this far but at the same time I can see him being a 100% protective over his kids and just about do anything for them so he might as well. 🤔

[priniya]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 PUPPY LOVER GIRL! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

summary. upon coming to the race with your little girl, oscar and you are facing a challenging situation as your daughter gets completely enamoured with every dog she sees.

notes. oscar piastri x leclerc!wife!reader. first osc fic!!! (the obsession is getting out of hand). also pls let me know if you’d like to read something else with dad!oscar. also got inspired by @eccentricwritingbaby’s series with dad!lando!!!! didn’t proofread (idc)

dressed in an orange shirt with her dad’s number on the back, little chloe was an absolute ray of sunshine, whenever you took her to the race, which, honestly, wasn’t such a common occurrence as some people expected. your little girl loved coming to the race, mostly because it was a chance for her to meet all her favorite uncles in one place, while watching the cars drive really fast, which always made her giggle a little, especially once she started to recognize oscar’s car amongst others. despite her obvious love for the event, she was still a toddler and dragging her every other week to the airport to go to another country was something you and oscar decided to push further in time.

nevertheless, you could deny your husband the happiness of his little girl’s presence at his home race. as much as you hated the thought of such a long flight with a toddler, because the nice to melbourne flight was never a short one without any layovers, and you really tried to stick to at least some of chloe’s day schedule. but in the end it was the pure happiness in your husband’s eyes, when you spent two weeks in his home country before a race.

with said mclaren shirt with piastri written on her back, chloe was happily skipping, holding oscar’s hand as she looked around her, until a small gasp slipped her lips, freezing in her tracks, causing you to stop as well, your forehead creasing with confusion until your eyes followed hers. a puppy — simba, to be precise.

at first you thought she was scared, when her eyes widened in shock and, as you wrongfully assumed, fear, but she was quick to reveal her true feelings. a shy smile crept onto her face as she looked at oscar, who crouched to be on the same level as her. “daddy. i pet puppy, please?” her baby voice often made you and oscar’s mom jokingly call her oscar whisperer, because if you weren’t there to keep him in check, baby piastri would get every single thing she looked at. “let’s ask auntie kika first, okay?” oscar’s face lit up with a warm smile as he gently fixed his daughter’s piggytails.

back in monaco, you had a few situations, where you could learn your daughter how to behave around animals and she was picking it up pretty quickly. as horribly as it sounds, leo, your brother’s dog, was… a bit of a guinea pig, but since chloe was a literal little angel, who was afraid of making anyone sad (hence you had to put a ban on buying plushies as gifts, because she wanted every single one to sleep with her to the point where there was no more room on the bed for her), so there were never any fur or tail pulling, screaming into poor dog’s ear or anything that could cause any harm to leo and in consequence, to chloe.

a happy grin was plastered on her face, when kika and pierre walked up to them first, the girl quickly started gushing about the adorableness of her favorite papaya girl. “i pet puppy, please? ‘tie kika?” the three years old asked, holding her hands behind her back. “i gentle.” she adds, pointing at herself as if kika wasn’t completely drowning in the cuteness of the situation.

“of course, pumpkin. simba really missed you.” she chuckles softly, the two of you watching as chloe starts petting the small dog with delicacy, babbling something slightly incoherent to simba, who tried licking her fingers as she giggled. “you should get her a dog.” your friend laughed softly, nudging you with her elbow.

“we’re thinking about it, but i don’t think it’s gonna happen in near future.” you replied, a small smile tugging on your lips as chloe was completely infatuated with simba. “she’s still a lot of work, and you know how it is during the season, it’d be even more exhausting than it is now.”

few minutes later, after a quick chat with kika as you were walking down the paddock, catching up with oscar, who had to take a quick call. before you know it, your daughter squeales happily as she lets go of your hand, starting to run away, before oscar scoops her up in his arms. “hey, you can’t do that, squish.” oscar said gently. “you almost gave us a heart attack. if you wanna go somewhere, you have to tell us, okay?”

“suis désolée, daddy.” chloe replied a bit sadly as she pulled out her bottom lip. “but…” she scrunched her nose, unable to form a proper sentence in one language. “c’est uncle charles.” i’m sorry/it is.

“you still gotta tell me or mommy first.” oscar reminded her firmly, her sad pout breaking his heart a little, so… to change that, he smothered her face in small, quick kisses, making the toddler squirm in his arms, giggling cutely. “okay, c’mon, let’s say hi to uncle charles.”

as soon as baby piastri’s feet touched the ground, she ran for her life towards charles, the red pins in her hair being a small symbol of support for one of her favorite uncles. she was about to take a leap and jump into the driver’s arms, when she abruptly stopped mid-way, her mouth forming into a big ‘O’, girl’s attention has shifted from one beloved uncle to another as the youngest leclerc brother appeared in the line of her vision.

“uncle a’tty!” chloe squeaked even louder than before, happiness overflowing her adorable expression. arthur chuckled, taking a few long strides towards the three years old, before picking her up and doing a small spin, his niece erupting into a fit of giggles.

“my uncle a’tty.” she beamed, her arms wrapped around his neck, nuzzling her cheek against his. you could tell that your older brother’s heart just melted upon hearing chloe’s words, while your other older brother felt like he got stabbed with a knife.

“not a hi to your other best uncle?” charles asked in almost a desperate tone to get some attention from his favorite (and only) niece. oscar, you and alex just rolled your eyes playfully at his antics. a flicker of hope spread on his face as your daughter perked up slightly and let out a gasp.

“uncle lan?”

“oh, c’mon, squish.” your brother sighed, running a hand through his hair. a silly smile appeared on chloe’s face as she made grabby hands towards charles, who got over his exasperation pretty quickly. “play with leo, please?” she asks with big eyes and before you knew it, chloe was happily babbling to the mini dachshund.

although, the biggest fun she always had was with roscoe. mostly, because whenever she was around him, he was the chillest dog on the planet earth. she loved leo and simba, but they were still puppies with lots of energy and as much it would seem like chloe would love that, but when it came to doggies, she loved to just sit next to them and pet them endlessly.

that’s what she loved, whenever oscar and you took her to a race, that sometimes, beside being a bubbly little girl, cheering for her favorite person in the world along her second favorite person in the world, she could spend the time cheering and spending time with her favorite animals, while also being blissfully unaware of the tormenting of her mom’s brother.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

the realest man is Gotham is this random Blackgate guard who let Steph beat the everloving shit out of her dad for 10 full minutes no questions asked

from Robin #16 (1995)

[oleryn]

all merlin had to do to circumvent the prophecy of arthur’s death was take mordred in and turn him into a little arthur fanboy. it’s a win-win situation. merlin gets to gush about his man crush to this random ten year old and mordred gets a bunch of cool knights to love him and raise him. he’d hear about his destiny to kill arthur from someone and simply go “why the actual fuck would i do that.”

[tapeworrmart]

Red Dead Revenge (low honor Arthur)

[elesketchii]

angie and papà charles ☺️☺️

[hydrus101]

(She won)

[silly-little-guy-and-co]

saying "omg my wife" and it's a huge cowboy with a tragic past

[godmerlin]

Merlin 4x03 The Wicked Day

[sunnylolli]

All the talk about punk dad Artur again is the perfect escape from how awful starting uni has been

[sarcasticscribbles]

I can't forget the night I met you

[keii]

Ride 'em cowboy! Outlaw Toji! AU

[korkusts]

And I give…. A small dollop of rdr

[staralite]

Whenever Arthur and Alfred are in a dangerous situation, Arthur always keeps Alfred in the corner of his eye, just to make sure he’s safe.

Whenever Alfred accomplishes something, Arthur has to resist the urge to pat his shoulder (or his head.) Sometimes he can't hold back the proud little smile that appears on his face and he has to look down to try and hide it.

Meanwhile, when Alfred accomplishes something, the first person he looks at is Arthur, trying to gauge his reaction. Trying to see if the man is happy with him.

A lot of this is subconscious. No matter how many years go by of the word "dad" or "son" not being said, they will still instinctively always see each other that way.

Every now and then they become aware of what they're doing. Alfred forces himself to look away from Arthur's face, thinking, "He's not your dad anymore; you don't need his validation."

Arthur forces himself to stop focusing on Alfred in his peripheral vision, thinking, "He's not your son anymore; he doesn't need your protection."

[royaltea000]

they should scissor

[niiwa-angel]

How the adult superheros hold their kids!!

Batman: Robin clings to his back under his cape. It happens so much he puts a connector on his back so Robin can attach himself if he wants to sleep like that. He doesn't want to drop his kid and not realize till six blocks later.

Flash: piggy back. Kid Flash or later, Impulse will come up to him with the puppy dog eyes like "my legs are tired 🥺" and then he's carrying them around on his back. Sometimes they don't even ask, they just hop up and know that Flash will go with it. A reporter catches Kid Flash doing it once and it becomes everyone in Central City's favourite video.

Wonder Woman: side hold. Wonder Girl doesn't often need to be carried but when she needs to or wants to, that's how they do it. Out of costume, Diana will give Donna a shoulder ride but usually only if they need to reach something really really high up.

Green Arrow: princess hold, exclusively because Speedy does not like to be carried. He's a big boy, he can walk. The only time he doesn't pitch a fit about being carried is if he's hurt.

Green Lantern: wills up a baby harness. Space flights are long and Kyle is a Baby, sometimes he needs a break. It's funny when Hal gets confronted by an enemy while he's got Kyle on his back though.

Sinestro: Hal Jordan! I am here to kill- what the hell are you wearing?

Hal, with baby Kyle sleeping on his back in a harness: it's my ass kicking outfit!

Aquaman: Garth hugs him and will not let go. It's partially an instinctual thing, Atlanteans usually co-sleep with their children until they reach a certain weight because until that point, the underwater current will carry them away, so Garth and Arthur are used to Garth just holding onto his Dad mentor like that. They continue it when they start fighting on the surface.