Arthur Claus is one of the most annoying yet sweetest guys in the North Pole. He always brings you a Christmas jumper- brings you a hot chocolate most nights and tries his best not to disturb your work.

Your one of the few other humans that live in the pole, your a very good friend of Steve’s and someone who’s helped him set up the foundation of who being Santa is today. You’re a vital part of the whole thing- someone who keeps track of what’s “popular” and what most kids will go for nowadays. You always have Christmas dinner with the clauses and often bring Christmas pudding for them.

you’ve had a somewhat..crush on Arthur for awhile now. Since you first came here when you were 16- he was 17. Even now as a 21 year old your so..weirdly into him. Even his stupid laugh makes you giggle and blush. You’ve had no idea how to even approach him about your feelings- he’s extremely oblivious to your crush, that even Steve’s caught onto.

little do you know that Arthur has just as much of a crush on you. He’s been having a crush on you for a long, long, long time now- even longer than you have him. He cares about you a lot- he worries over whether you’re cold or not and gets you the best birthday and Christmas presents. But like you, he has zero idea how to tell you- because how could he? He’s never even had a girlfriend before. but he watches you a lot..he watches you work, ice skate, wrap presents, he’s watched you laugh and smile at his lame jokes..he knows almost everything about you- it’s borderline pathetic the amount of stuff he knows about you. Your favourite movie, food, drink, tea, constellation, colour.

it’s Christmas Eve-eve and your walking slowly down the hallway to the letter room, holding a Christmas card for Arthur. You made it yourself and you’ve spent literal days worrying over whether it was good enough. You added glitter..then more glitter, started again because you put too much glitter on- had to start again over bad handwriting then had to start yet again because you spelt your own name wrong. The boy makes you a fool, he turns your legs to literal jelly!

you stop in front of his door, slowly brining your hand up to knock at it-

You: “calm down- it’s just a guy- it’s just Arthur!”

you whisper to yourself- but as you go to knock, the door swings open.