#ohhhh it looks very Christmassy doesn't it?

[jewellery-box]

Dress: skirt and bodice

Hungary, c. 1850

The bodice is attenuated, stiffened by fish-bones, closes with lacing at the back. V-shaped neckline at the front and broad, curved décolletage at the back. The waist comes deeply down at the front. Short, set-in sleeves, puffed at the armhole. The skirt is covered by another, shorter skirt with two slots at the front it continues in three frills with jagged ends. The sleeves and the skirt are embroidered and decorated with braids of wooden beads covered with silk thread. Embroidery: white and golden vine leaves among zigzag lines of silver boughs, enriched with scattered flowers of red plush, with feather grass in their middle, as well as with leaves of green silk georgette.

Museum of Applied Arts

[multifandom-girlie]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

Imagine: You have just recently started dating and this year is your first Christmas together.

Pairings: Human!Marcel x Human!Reader

Warnings: none.

There's alot of things that I never thought I'd come across or do, one of them being dating Marcel Gerard another being dating someone who's never celebrated Christmas in his life. He's never had anyone to celebrate it with. So I am determined to give him the best Christmas he's ever had. Starting with all of my traditions. Decorating, Baking, Cooking Christmas dinner, shopping, wrapping presents and all that good stuff.

First on the Agenda was Shopping for food, presents and decorations. I gotta tell you it didn't go great.

*

We were walking around the store looking for tinsel and when we found it, I kid you not Marcel skipped over and hugged every colour and now here we are deciding what ONE colour to get. 

“Okay Marcel, I love Christmas as much as the next girl but we cannot get 17 different coloured tinsel just because you can't decide. Pick ONE colour, they can't all go on the the tree.”

“But baby, I love all those colours.”

“But baby, our tree OR apartment is not big enough for 3 of every colour.”

“Ughhh fine.”

The next store we went to after FINALLY deciding what tinself to get was to get the food.

“Marcel I'm going to give you the options this time. Turkey, Pork or Lamb ?”

“If we get them all we don't to get any vegetables so all of them !”

“Marcel, I am not buying three different meats that half will be wasted off, just because you don't want to eat your vegtables, grow up. Your will eat them !”

“Fine mom.”

“What ?”

“I said Turkey.”

“Thankyou.”

The third store we went too because he wanted to get a gift for Klaus to say thank you for raising him but he had no clue what to get him and was contemplating whether to get him anything at all.

“I don't know what he likes Y/N, I can’t do this !”

“Yes you can Marcel!”

“How ? Help me !”

“Right okay, he likes painting right. Why don't you get him some art supplies ? “

“He has enough.”

“Okay, do you have any really nice, aged bourbon at home that'll he’ll like because he loves bourbon.”

“No it's not enough.”

“It doesn't matter, it's that thought that counts. Then write him a nice letter or card to go with it.”

“Will you help me ?”

“Of course I will.”

*

Next was baking some Christmassy treats. When I tell you it was the easiest and hardest thing I've done in my life, I genuinely mean it.

“Marcel, we are going to make some gingerbread men, Okay.”

“Okie Dokie.”

I giggled and told him what to do. He started picking up a bowl of flour.

“Right Marcel, hold your horses you need to preheat the oven first. To 170 degrees and then put parchment on the tray.”

“Okay now what ?”

“Pick up the sieve.”

“The huh ?”

“The sieve.”

“Uh.”

“Oh god. The grey thing with the metal net in.”

“Oh okay. Then ?”

“Pour the flour in it.”

He started to but it all started falling on the floor.

“NO ! Marcel, over the bowl !”

“You couldn't of specified ?!”

“It has holes in it, baby. It's not Rocket science.”

“Whatever, now what do I put in ?”

“The salt, bicarbonate soda, Ginger and cinnamon and make sure it's in the bowl this time.”

“Haha, very funny.”

“Right now, I've heated up the butter, sugar and syrup for you already and it's cooled down, so pour it in the bowl and mix it in. Which will make the dough.”

“Okie Dokie.”

“Uh baby, what are you doing ?”

“Mixing like you said ?”

“With a teaspoon ?”

“What’s wrong with that ?”

“Nothing, you might find it easier to use a wooden spoon though because of it's size and large surface area.”

“Oh okay, thanks.”

30 minutes later

We had just taken the dough out of the fridge were it was chilling.

“Now, sprinkle a handful of flour into the counter. Not your handful's though, mine.”

“Why yours ?”

“Your hands's are to big. Which means you'll most likely grab too much.”

“Okay.”

“Right roll out the dough but dont't make it too flat. Leave like a 1/4 inch of thickness.”

“Now ?”

“Start cutting the gingerbread men out.”

He opened a draw, which confused me immensley. I had already got everything he needed out, I turned around and saw him trying to use scissors to cut out the men.

“Marcel ?”

“Y/N, I'm concentrating.”

“Marcel, not with the scissors.”

“What ?”

“With the cookie cutter...”

“Ohhhh... right. I was wondering what that was for.”

“Oh god.”

*

Thirdly was cooking the christmas dinner, Luckily enough though he didn't want to help with that so I didn't have to stress about him doing something impossibly stupid like peeling the turkey. Believe me, he asked if I did that.

So let's move on the the next task wrapping the presents.

*

He was currently wrapping the present he had for Klaus, which was his first present to wrap. He wanted me to show him how to do the first so that when It came to wrapping mine, they would be perfect.

“Okay, I've got you a nice box for the bourbon. Don't worry it’a got a mould that will hold it in place and tissue paper. It's going to be secure.”

“Okay, I need to wrap it nicely. Klaus has high standards.”

“They aren't that high, I doubt he cares how pretty it is. But if you insist, I will help. Right I've got some ribbon to tie around the box if you wanna do that ?”

“Okay, here you go.”

“Thankyou.”

2 minutes later

“Done.”

“Good, no-Marcel what the hell is that.”

“A bow.”

“That’s a knot, you idiot. Do you know how to tie bows ?”

“There’s a reason, I never have to do my laces and I always were ties when dressing up.”

“Oh god, okay. I will help you with that another time. For now. I will tie it.”

I put the box underneath the ribbon and made the two ends meet underneath before bringing then up and crossing them over before making them wrap around the top two ends and then tying a bow in the middle. 

“Thankyou, now the book for Elijah.”

“Okay lay the wrapping paper down.”

He did as I asked but he didn't as the same time. He laid the roll on the ground and that was that.

“Oh baby, cut some paper off first.”

“Oh okay, now what ?”

“Now, put the book on the edge.”

“Now ?”

I looked over from the gift I was wrapping to find the book standing up on the paper. I pinched the bridge of my nose, surely he wasn't that stupid.

“Marcel, lay the book flat.”

“But you said on the edge...?”

“Just put it flat !”

“Okay, geez.”

“LAY the book on the edge of the PAPER.”

“Okay.”

“Right, now flip the book on to the other side with the paper and then do it once again. Then get the pencil and Mark where the edge of the book is on the paper.”

“Okay.”

“Now cut down that line. Then do it again but long ways this time.”

“Okay.”

“Mark it and then cut.”

“Right then, put the book in the middle and wrap it.”

He looked at me with confusion.

“You don't know how to wrap either do you ?”

He shook his head.

“Okay. Give it here.”

I placed the book in the middle of the paper and folded the bottom piece half way up the book and taped it in place, then I tucked the paper in at the side which made two triangles, I folded the top two on each side into the middle and then held them in place whilst I did the same with the bottom two and then taped that in place before standing it up and pushing the front piece flat down. The two end pieces then made triangles and I flattened them on top and then finished with the back piece in a triangle and then taping it down. I then grabbed the letter Marcel wrote for Elijah and slipped it in themakeshift pockets in the paper.

“That’s too difficult.”

“Oh God Marcel, I did it slowly.”

“So..”

“Fine, I'll show you one more time.”

*

The last one was making the hot chocolate before bed on Christmas eve.

This one was pretty straight forward.

Not too hard.

Not too bad.

One mistake though and...

It.

Was.

Horrible.

*

I was sat at the island watching Marcel make the hot chocolate and he did everything right except when I was in the toilet, he made the biggest mistake you could make when making hot choclate.

“Why in the hell, did you use hot water ?”

“That’a how you make hot choclate.”

“No! It is not ! You made a good effort. Next time use milk.”

“I've always had hot water never has it been hot milk.”

“How many times have you had hot choclate ?”

“Once.”

“Exactly.”

“Let’a just go to bed, atleast that way I'm in my zone and can do at least one thing right.”

“Mmmm okay.”

He kissed me passionately and the night ended with something he wasn't just good at, he was god like at.

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