Arthur Christmas x Female!Reader
Warnings: Santa Clause 2 AU, sweet Arthur, female reader, probs not edited properly
Itâs the 25th as I post this, so Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, Happy Holidays to those who donât! Arthur Christmas is currently my fave christmas movie, and I had a dream about this au, so I wrote it!
Arthur Christmas had never once considered himself one day (possibly) becoming the next âSanta Clausâ. Why would he? As the second son, and an âodd-ballâ, he wasnât to be the next in line. For these reasons, heâd never leant a single second into deliberating over the âMrs Clauseâ. Heâd always thought that his older brother, Steve, would be the person to take the job, so why should he bother himself over it?
âSteve, canât I adopt a child to take after me, instead?â Arthur was not a confident person, so the thought of him having to physically go out and meet someoneâŠ
Steven Christmas was irritable. Heâd been explaining the reasoning behind this addendum all right, but his younger brother didnât seem to be grasping it at all. âArthur, itâs a tradition, mostly just for the sake of it, but itâs also practical too.â
The âMrs Clauseâ was an adage to the âScript of Santaâ â which was the Guide to Being Father Christmas. Said clause had started off as ensuring a wife for Santa, which would then continue the important lineage, but it had eventually evolved into a role of ensuring the North Pole both hidden, and successful. His mother, Margaret, often negotiated treaties with neighbouring countries, sorted elvish workersâ rights, and taught many classes to the young elves. It was a very involved job, being the wife of Santa, and it had become rather vital to the success of Christmas.
âHonestly, Arthur, itâs of the upmost importance.â Steve rubbed between his brows, where a headache had begun to form. âFind a girl, marry her within the next five years, have children. I donât see the issue here.â As if struck by lightning, a thought raced through Steveâs mind. The elder man looked over his shoulder, peering at his brother who was leaning over him, too close for his comfort. He narrowed his eyes, thinking of his brother and what he knew of his life. âAlthough, we can look for alternatives and loopholes if you arenât attracted to womenâŠâ
Arthurâs eyes widened, and a deep flush developed on his cheeks. He had not once, in his life, discussed his sexual preference with Steve! âOh, uh, no! Iâm not, I, uh, well, noâŠâ His rambling told his brother very little, âIâm not, well, Iâve always imagined a woman, you know⊠N-not that men arenât just as lovely, in their â you know â their own way!â
Steve tuned out the rest of his younger brotherâs rambling, having gotten the information he needed, âVery well. How shall we go about this, then?â He whipped out his HOHO 3000, and begun to look through old data files on his ancestors. âYou could go the path Father went, which might be the best route for you, since youâre quite awkward.â Arthur choked on his breath, behind him. Their father, Malcolm, had done a few years at a university in England, where heâd met Margaret. âIâll begin filling out the forms in the morning. You go get some bags together, youâll have to live near the campusâŠâ Steve had stood up by this point, and had wandered off, to go find his personal assistant, Peter. âIâll check in with you tomorrow, Arthur.â
Arthur, who still stood in shock in his brotherâs room, opened and closed his mouth, flabbergasted. He looked down to his outfit, which was essentially pyjama bottoms, a Christmas jumper, and a pair of outrageous Christmas slippers⊠It was nothing new to anyone in the North Pole, but to ânormalâ society⊠This was going to possibly be the hardest experience of his life. âOh dearâŠâ
