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Imagine spending the Christmas season with Arthur.

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS I GONNA TURN THIS INTO HEADCANONS I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND!!

He’d probably be the happiest during holiday seasons, not just because Gotham is transformed into something more tolerable than its everyday experience, but also because he’d be able to spend more time with you.

All the cute little outings you’d both have would simply fill his heart with joy.

For example, ice skating!

Watching you fumble around, and cling onto him like a cub to its mother was something that amused him to no end.

Much to your surprise, Arthur was a lot better than he had let on - hell, better than you.

If you left with a few bruises from some falls - which, let’s be honest, if you’re a clumsy bitch like me it would HAPPEN - Arthur would kiss the wounds ever so tenderly when you got home.

As the rink was in the park, you’d finish ice skating under the pretty lights, eyes never leaving each other as smiles graced both your lips; hopelessly and utterly in love.

His arm would wrap around you in a warming embrace, pulling you into his side.

Often you’d go for a stroll as snow decorated the small park, and Arthur, being a cheeky LAD would absolutely steal kisses from you. Pecks, small nose kisses, and nose rubs.

He’d look so cute in his little beanies!!! He’d also perfectly complement them with his sweaters since he loves colours so much!

SPEAKING OF SWEATERS:

Ugly sweaters. No arguments. If you reject the sweater he bought for you he will be a v sad boi.

NO doubt he’d get you matching Christmas sweaters.

He probably owns more ugly sweaters than actual sweaters; this is sort of worrying but also, let the man live.

ALSO - SNOW:

Arthur loves snow - so so so much! If he saw any indication snow - small white specks drifting from the sky - he’d rush the both of you out of your shared apartment and force you to catch snowflakes with him.

S N O W A N G E L S.

S N O W M E N.

Arthur would totally be the type to name the snowman. He’d pretend it was an actual person - give it a personality and a voice. It’s wholesome and it would make you laugh - literally one of his main aims.

The cute blush coating his cheeks during the colder days, as well as the pink tint decorating his nose, was probably one of the cutest things about the season. Yep, freezing your ass off was worth it just to see him.

LOVES LOVES LOVES CHRISTMAS SONGS.

He’d know all the words ngl - especially to the classics.

THIS BOI WOULD BLARE THE RECORD PLAYER WITH SOME FUNKY CHRISTMAS JAZZ SONGS AND THERE WOULD BE NOTHING YOU COULD DO TO STOP HIM.

This would also include a lot of dancing.

And not JUST slow dancing - he’d TEAR up the dance floor (why am I laughing at the imagery of this holy shit).

Also, even though you two have been together for a while, he’d definitely use the mistletoe as an excuse to kiss you.

Mistletoe kisses may lead to something more ;))) who am I kidding it ALMOST always does.

ALSO - BAKINGS CHRISTMAS THEMED GOODS!!!

Even if you weren’t good at baking, Arthur would swoop in to save the day. While he wasn’t the best either, his company was something that made the experience more tolerable.

MESSY FLOUR FIGHTS.

If you somehow managed to get sugar on your lips, that man would immediately press his lips to yours and wipe it clean off.

Arthur always loved witnessing your excited form react to your creations. Like a game of pocky, you’d share a Christmas cookie with him.

Lots and lots of Christmas movies!

Movie marathons often led to sleeping on the couch and you’d both be bundled up in each other’s arms, deep in slumber. Other times you’d fall asleep with your head in his lap and he’d remain in that position until he too, gave into the numb embrace. He hated waking you up - you looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to disrupt that.

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HERE’S A LITTLE DRABBLE BECAUSE I COULDN’T RESIST HEHEHE:

When you had woken up without Arthur at your side you knew immediately something was up. Whether this was a good or bad thing you weren’t entirely sure, it wasn’t like the cold intent in the mattress beside you could have told you anything.

Without wasting another second, you slid out of bed, arms pulling down the long tee you had stolen borrowed from your boyfriend as you exited the room. Still yet to recover from the grogginess of sleep, it took you a moment to realise the song softly reverberating through the halls was Bing Crosby’s ‘White Christmas,’ an old jazz tune. The season-specific music was soft enough to sustain your slumber, though the closer you got to the living room, the more prominent the melody became.

“Arthur?” You called.

The lack of response was something that made your brows furrow.

By the time you had fully reached the living room, you had recovered from your dazed state. Though, as the mixture of cinnamon, intertwined with vanilla - a warm, sweet scent, lingered and your eyes flickered around the room, you were met with a sight that may as well of propelled you back into your state of unconsciousness; the unexpected view making your jaw drop. Arthur had managed, in what you hoped was a short time, to set up the Christmas tree you bought days prior, decorated completely with baubles and ornaments. He had also managed to hang up stockings, and a modest, petite wreath.

“Surprise!” Arthur, who had heard your approach, beamed. After drinking in your amazed expression, no doubt getting a kick out of it, he climbed down from the ladder he was using to hang fuzzy strips of garland.

You embraced his slender form with a laugh, breathing in the fresh minty scent of his skin - newly out of the shower.

Guilt nagged at you.

“You did this all by yourself?”

As he nestled his nose into the crook your neck, inhaling the heavenly scent of your shampoo, he nodded into you, followed by a hum.

He must’ve sensed your guilty conscious because as you were about to protest, he murmured a soft ‘don’t,’ giving you a small peck on your shoulder. Arthur spent moments relishing in the affection before he pulled away.

“Besides,” he paused, his fingers curled into the pocket of his grey sweatpants, “I was saving the best for last.”

When he found the item he was looking for, he quickly produced a bundle of green stems, held together by a thin, crimson bow. Leaves protruded from the sides of the stalks and towards the ends, small spheres of white hung. With a plant so famed, so iconic, it was impossible to mistake it as anything else.

Mistletoe.

“Smooth, Fleck. Smooth,” you grinned and reached up to cup his cheeks. Projecting a smile back, one that had the potential to charm anyone, he swiftly captured your lips; slow and loving.

It was with that gentle act of love, which confirmed you were in for one hell of a holiday; a promise of elation.

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Sorry, I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE LENGTH AGAIN. Also, it’s like 4 am and I haven’t properly scanned for grammatical errors so I HOPE THIS IS DECENT AAAA I’ll edit in the morning yeet!

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