#arthur fleck angst

[these-written-reveries]

Just You and Me

‣ Pairing: Arthur Fleck x GN!Reader

‣ Summary: You show up at Arthur’s door, struggling and in desperate need of him and his love. Don’t worry, Arthur will take good care of you.

‣ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

‣ Warnings: Emotional breakdown, heavy feelings (no specifics mentioned)

‣ Word Count: 1,363

‣ A/N: This fic is dedicated to @ajokeformur-ray and anyone else who is struggling and in need of a bit of Arthur lovin’. Allow yourself to be present in this moment, just you and him. Forget about the rest of the world. You can let it all go, at least for now. I hope you can find a little solace in this piece. ♡

Song of Inspiration: “Don’t Worry” by The 1975

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There you stood, tired and dejected, in front of apartment 8J.

You had found yourself face-to-face with this door so many times that it was practically routine at this point. Whether it be to visit Arthur during the day, or in the evening to watch Murray, to check up on him, share leftovers, or to meet up for your weekly dates. Many times, you came to give Arthur his mail that was frequently placed into your mailbox by mistake. You lived just across from Arthur, and it had become apparent that the mail person didn’t care to actually look at the proper apartment numbers when placing mail in your boxes. You didn’t mind, in fact, you looked forward to such mistakes as it always gave you yet another reason to see your lover’s sweet face again. Who could complain about that?

This time, though, was different.

You had no mail to deliver, no leftovers, no smile, or warm greeting. You could barely muster the strength to bring your trembling hand up to knock on the old paint-chipped door. You hesitated. The last thing you wanted was to burden Arthur with more heaviness and pain. If Arthur was in your head, he would be ever so quick to shut those thoughts down. You knew this, but it didn’t stop the feelings burrowed deep within your chest; the same ones that almost stopped your hand from knocking upon the steel wall separating you from him. Your heart so ached for him. You needed him.

Three feeble knocks nearly went unnoticed by Arthur’s ears. It was late and he was immersed in his own mind, a pen in his hand as he wrote down a joke he had been mentally crafting all day onto the scribbled notebook page before him. Despite this, he still managed to be pulled from his focus enough to realize someone was at the door. The thought of it being you instantly sent his heart into an eager frenzy, his body moving out of his chair and towards the door without him even commanding it to.

He always looked forward to little visits from you. Opening the door to reveal your beautiful face and warm smile was the highlight of all his days. The two of you had a running game in which you’d show up at each other’s places with the most random of reasons as to why -all of which were highly important and definitely not just excuses to see one another.

But this time was different.

The moment Arthur opened the door, he sensed the grave importance of the situation, and so quickly did his smile disappear; the eager fluttering of his heart mutating into a throbbing pain at the sight in front of him. Your hunched shoulders, head hung low, hands trembling at your sides, hair covering your face. He didn’t need to know what your face looked like to know exactly what was going on. He knew, but oh god, did it still crush his soul to pieces when you finally did bring your teary eyes up to meet his. Despite his best efforts to say anything, do anything, he was frozen. All he could do was stare with a face overflowing with concern for his love.

It was your weary, somber voice that finally kicked him into action.

“Can I come in?” You quavered, looking up at him with desperation in your eyes. He could see so clearly. You needed him.

Arthur nodded quickly, stepping aside, and pulling the door open wider so you could enter. You looked so fragile, he felt scared to even touch you in fear of breaking you as he led you to the couch for you both to sit, hastily moving the blanket and TV remote to make room for you. Only when you were settled, did he allow himself to sit beside you.

He wanted so badly to wrap you up in his arms and shower you with loving words and kisses, but he found himself holding back from doing so. This was a delicate matter and the last thing he wanted was to make the wrong move. Instead, he chose to be ever so careful with each touch and word that he offered you, allowing you to guide the situation as to what you needed from him. Whatever it was, he would give it to you, without question. Anything to soothe the pain and suffering you were experiencing.

Gently embracing one of your shaking hands in both of his own, he glanced up at you, trying to meet your eyes, though they remained focused on your lap.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You can tell me,” he spoke tenderly and right away you felt the last bit of composure you had left completely collapse to dust.

Soon you were a mess of sobs and tears and between them, your words came spilling out, albeit a little hard to understand, but Arthur did his very best to listen intently to every one of them. Not once did he utter a single word himself, only nodded and gave your hand a little squeeze here and there. At one point, he placed a hand on your back and began rubbing soothing circles into it.

If it hadn’t been for the constant flow of tears blinding your vision, you would have noticed his face contort as different emotions filled his being. Jaw clenched, forehead wrinkled with tension, lips drawn down into a frown, tears pricking his eyes. At times, his tightly knitted brows would raise with concern in response to something you said. Other times, a spark of anger flashed in his eyes. He couldn’t help but find himself indignant at the circumstances that led you to this much suffering and he held an even greater resentment against anyone who hurt you. Whatever was so heavy on your soul filled Arthur with the most intense desire to strip it all away and take on the weight of it himself. And he would, in a heartbeat.

There was a brief moment of silence after you finished speaking as Arthur tried to collect his words. Finally, he let out a sigh, and shifted himself so that he was directly in front of you, knelt upon the green rug on the floor. Looking deeply into your eyes, he gently wiped a few stray tears from your face before speaking.

“I’m so sorry, honey. You know…it’s okay to feel that way. I think anyone would in your situation. If I could take it all away and make it better, I really would, baby.”

Holding your right hand in his left, he once again reached up to wipe your tears away, his right hand cradling your face as his thumb softly caressed your cheek. You let out a shaky breath as you relaxed into his touch. Arthur felt a small smile tug at his lips.

“I can’t make it all go away, but I can take care of you. Will you let me take care of you, please?”

He looked up at you with warm, loving eyes as he brought your right hand to his lips, placing the softest kiss atop it. You nodded your head, feeling a new wave of tears prick your eyes as your heart burst with love for the man who was literally on his knees for you, practically begging to take care of you, to make you feel better, to love you.

"C'mere, sweetheart," he cooed, his arms reaching out to you.

Arthur didn’t waste any more time as he wrapped you up tightly in his arms. You melted into his peaceful embrace, allowing him to move you both into a more comfortable position on the couch, where he finally indulged in showering you with kisses and loving whispers. He traced his fingers up and down your arms and spine; occasionally caressing your hair and face and banishing any tears that escaped your eyes with his lips.

“Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got you. Just you and me, baby,” he murmured into your ear before pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

And for the first time since you’d knocked on the door of apartment 8J, you didn’t.

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[montimer]

Insecure

Arthur x gn reader

Summary: you are insecure about you're body, Arthur will change ur opinion.

Hc's

Warning: a bit angst,fluff,comfort

You were feeling insecure. You didn't feel good in ur body. How could Arthur love you?

It kept you up at night. Hes perfect,and ur not. He deserves better.

It made you cry. Why? Why are you like this?

You heard ur door open. Shit

"Y/n? Are you alright,i heard something?" His sweet voice hit ur ears. You were showing ur back to him. "Im fine" you managed to say, tears still falling from ur eyes.

You hoped he would leave, oh but you knowed he wouldn't. He was more concerned now.

"Are you sure?...Y/n,talk to me please."

You finally turned to him. Ur eyes were full of tears. You looked so broken.

He quickly went to you and hugged you close. His head was full of toughts. Why are you crying? What or who made you cry? Was it him..? And most importantly,were you hiding it from him?

Once you calmed down you explained to him why you were crying

He would be mad at himself. Did he not made it clear enough how much he loves you? All of you.

So he would kiss you. All over ur body.

He keeps on telling you how much he loves you. How he thinks and knows that you are the most beatiful person in the whole world. That you are his one and only.

After a while you'll stop doubting and instead you start giggling and smiling.

He would start to tell you sweet nothings.

Hes so happy he made you feel better. He promises, you never have to worry about these things ever again. There is no way he would leave you for anybody else. You are perfect.

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[circusdexxter]

I highly doubt anyone is gonna see this, but I read an Arthur fleck x reader (I don’t remember if it was gn, male, or fem reader) fic recently, where the reader comes home and searches for arthur, and ends up finding him in the fridge. I CANT find it, and I don’t remember the author 😭😭 If anyone can help me out and knows who the author is, please send me a message, I’d appreciate it so much.

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[wholoveseggs]

Can I maybe have an angst/fluff where the reader had turned her humanity off and Elijah is trying his best to flip it back on? Thank you!! Love your work 💕

Forgiveness

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

After a tragic event you flip your humanity switch and begin to terrorize the Quarter. You have to be put down for the good of the city, but your husband will stop at nothing to save you.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon(s) sorry it took so long! ♡♡

5.5k words - Warnings: so so so angsty, violent, reader does some evil shit, a bit of sex but its not sexy, this is definitely the darkest thing I've ever written.. you want angst??? you get angst.

Marcel sat on a stool in a dimly lit bar, staring into his glass of whiskey. He wondered how much more loss he could take, and when it would finally break him.

He was experiencing a kind of helplessness he hadn't experienced since he was a boy, sneaking half rotten apples in his shirt, running home as fast as he could so he wouldn't be caught.

He couldn't outrun his feelings now. They followed him wherever he went, nipping at his heels, mocking him for the things he couldn't fix, the things he couldn't undo.

It wasn't his fault, not really, yet he felt guilty, because a part of him still cared for you. Even after all you had done. All you had become.

He was pulled out from his melancholy by one of his nightwalkers, a vampire called Arthur, a man who had served in the first World War, and came to New Orleans, looking for the easy life.

He sat down next to Marcel and placed a gold chain necklace on the table, it had distinct little jewels, each one a different color. Marcel recognized it instantly and his heart sank at the flecks of blood still clinging to it.

"Jean," he said softly, picking the necklace up and examining it.

Arthur nodded his head. "I found her in an alleyway, anyone could of come across it," he told Marcel.

"How bad?" Marcel asked, already knowing the answer.

"Not pretty. I got rid of the body."

"Thanks," Marcel said, and he meant it. He didn't want a bunch of human detectives finding the body and raising questions. "I told Jean not to go after her," he said, shaking his head, the weight of his regret was almost crushing.

Arthur poured himself a drink, and looked at Marcel with a raised brow.

"What else was she supposed to do? Sit at the bar and mope while her friends are slaughtered," he said, taking a swig.

"You know it's not that simple," Marcel told him.

Arthur sighed, "I know," he said, "but we gotta stop her, she's killing us off, one by one,"

Marcel finished his drink, his knuckles turning white around the glass.

"Yeah," he agreed, his voice breaking, "I know."

He looked down at his glass, watching the amber liquid swirl around, wondering if he could ever drink enough to forget who you used to be, if he would ever get you back. The ironic part was that he needed some solid advice and the person he usually would go to was you.

He threw his glass on the ground and it shattered on the floor, causing the other vampires in the bar to jump.

"Fuck," he yelled, standing up, looking around at his people. "Listen up, she got Jean," he paused as the crowd murmured in shock, "and I'm not gonna stand here and let her kill anyone else," he announced.

"What about Elijah?" A young vampire asked.

"Fuck him," Marcel shouted, "he will let us all die before he hurts his precious wife."

"If you see her, bring her to me, and I will give you the daylight ring of your choice," he promised, and the crowd cheered.

"Now go, and do not approach her alone," he ordered, and the group dispersed.

"We got this Marcel," Arthur told him.

Marcel gave him a nod and watched him leave. His heart broke for what he knew he had to do. He would stop you, no matter what it took.

A soft low moan came tumbling past your lips as you rocked your hips forward, and dug your nails deeper into the neck of the man beneath you. His eyes were closed in a mix of ecstasy and pain, and his hips thrust upwards, chasing the pleasure you were giving him.

"Don't cum," you compelled him, and his body tensed beneath you.

"Please," he begged, his hands reaching for you, grabbing your thighs and squeezing.

You moaned and lifted yourself up, and then slammed down onto him, hard. He cried out in pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Please," he choked out, and you could see the tears pooling in his eyes.

You were getting tired of him. His stamina was abysmal, and you assumed that since he was covered in tattoos he enjoyed a bit of pain. You had been disappointed when you had learned that wasn't the case.

"Don't be a bitch," you spat, "and shut up."

He nodded, and you could tell he was struggling. You sighed, and grabbed him roughly by the hair, pulling his head to the side and exposing his neck.

He groaned, and you bit into his neck, making sure your teeth sliced deep. Blood poured from his neck, you could taste a hint of the endorphins rushing through him and smiled. You sucked on his wound, and began moving again.

His breathing hitched, and his whole body was shaking, you knew it wouldn't take long for him to reach his orgasm.

"You can cum now," you told him, and he moaned, and his fingers dug into your hips.

You continued rocking into him, and a few seconds later he let out a strangled cry, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you.

You smiled through bloodied teeth then sunk your fangs back into his neck, tasting the flood of endorphins. You continued to drink, feeling him struggle underneath you.

"Too much," he wheezed, trying to push you away, but he was far too weak.

You kept going until his breathing slowed, and his body stopped moving. You pulled back and let his body slump onto the bed, looking down disappointedly.

"I don't even get an orgasm out of it," you complained, rolling your eyes.

You lifted yourself off him, stretching and cracking your neck.

You glanced over at the woman laying in the chair in the corner of the room, and frowned. You had forgotten about her. She was alive, her chest rising and falling, her heartbeat thumping loudly.

You had compelled her to be silent and still, she was doing an excellent job. You stood up and walked towards her. She stared at you with wide, terrified eyes. You were naked, and covered in blood, it dripped down your face, and neck, and coated your breasts and legs.

"Oh, honey," you cooed, brushing her hair out of her face. "I'm so sorry, was that your boyfriend?"

The woman whimpered, tears spilling out of her eyes, and you shushed her, gently running your thumb over her bottom lip.

"You shouldn't stay with a cheater," you told her, and she looked at you in confusion, "and you should choose better men," you advised, then snapped her neck.

You went to the bathroom, and turned the shower on, and stepped under the hot stream, letting the water wash away the blood and cum.

Your mind was calm, the only thought swirling around in your head was your desire to drink and fuck, and the two together was an amazing combination.

You washed yourself quickly, then found a dress and slid it over your wet body. It clung to your skin, but you didn't mind.

You put on some jewelry you found and checked yourself out in the mirror. You were beautiful, and the darkness behind your eyes made you look deadly.

You smiled, satisfied with your appearance, and left the hotel, deciding to find your next victim.

New Orleans was a big city, but it was full of sin, and you loved walking the streets, feeling its pulse, and knowing that somewhere there was a soul aching for you to feed on.

You could have compelled yourself a meal, but where was the fun in that? There was something so satisfying about hunting and the chase was exhilarating.

You walked down a back street, thinking about having a redhead for dinner when the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your stomach clenched.

You were being followed.

You sped up and the person followed suit, and you smiled. Finally, something to cure your boredom. You took a sharp left, and the footsteps following you became hurried.

"Fuck," a male voice shouted, and you laughed, and took another left, and then a right, and a left again. Leading them exactly where you wanted.

You were back near the hotel, and you slipped into the alleyway and waited. You were going to enjoy this.

You didn't have to wait long, a few seconds later a vampire rounded the corner and stopped when he saw you.

"Arthurrr, it's been a while," you said, licking your lips. "I thought you and your merry band of idiots would have learned their lesson by now," you told him.

"Well, you know me, I'm a slow learner," he replied, standing at the head of the alley, his arms crossed.

"Jean was such a nice girl, you guys were together, right?" You asked, knowing full well they were.

"We were," Arthur said, his jaw clenching, and you could see the hurt in his eyes.

"She was so sweet, always so eager to please," you continued, taking a step towards him, "and so willing to do anything for those she loved," you said, pausing, "it's a shame that you're all so willing to die for one another," you finished, taking another step forward.

"Has Elijah seen you like this?" Arthur asked, taking a step back, his hand sliding into his pocket.

"What, covered in blood and looking sexy as hell," you replied, grinning at him.

"No, like a monster."

Arthur watched you freeze, a flicker of emotion crossing your face. It was gone as fast as it came and your expression went cold again and you smirked at him.

It hurt him to see you like this, you had been his friend for decades. But this wasn't about him and you, it was even about his beloved Jean. He didn't care if Elijah would tear him apart for it. He would not let you hurt another person he loved. He had to put you down, like a rabid dog.

"Isn't that what we are Artie? Monsters."

"Not all of us," he said, his voice cracking.

"Come on, don't be shy," you said, stepping closer, "I'll let you get a hit in."

Arthur reached into his pocket and felt the needle he prepared. You were much older and stronger than he was, but all he had to do was get close enough to you and shove the needle into your skin and maybe he could end this nightmare

Marcel knelt down over Arthur's body, or at least what was left of it. He didn't have anymore tears left in him to shed.

"I'm sorry, my friend, go be with Jean," he whispered, closing Arthur's eyes.

"And Mark, Jessa, Sean, Patrick..." Said a voice from behind him.

Marcel closed his eyes and sighed, turning around and looking up at Elijah.

"How can you be so fucking callous?" Marcel snarled.

Elijah didn't know how to respond. He was numb, and the pain had become too much. He was barely holding himself together, the only thing keeping him going was his promise.

He was going to save you, no matter the cost.

"Are you just going to stand there and act like you don't care?" Marcel spat, standing up, anger and resentment coursing through him.

"Don't make this any worse than it already is," Elijah said.

"You are killing us!" Marcel shouted, taking a step towards him.

Elijah shook his head and clenched his fists, and Marcel saw the pain in his eyes. He stopped himself and took a breath.

"Elijah, she is out of control, you need to do something," he said, his voice softer.

"I know," Elijah agreed. "But... she's... I can't, not yet," he stuttered, his voice breaking, "just a few more days," he pleaded, looking at Marcel desperately.

"A few more days," Marcel scoffed, "Elijah, if you don't stop her, I will have to kill her."

Elijah flashed forward and shoved Marcel into the wall.

"You won't lay a finger on her," Elijah growled, his face inches from Marcel's.

"I don't want to," Marcel told him, and Elijah could see the truth in his eyes. "But I can't let her keep doing this, you can't expect us to sit around and let her murder everyone we love."

"Marcel..." Elijah warned, his grip tightening.

"Elijah, this has to stop," Marcel said, shoving Elijah back, "I have to stop her, before she kills the whole fucking Quarter," he exclaimed, his eyes glistening.

"I know you Mikaelsons only care about yourselves, so let me put this in a way you will understand." Marcel took a breath, and tried to remain calm. "We can't hide what she's doing anymore. The humans are scared, and are starting to ask questions. If this continues, they will figure out that we exist, and the whole world will come down on New Orleans, and none of us will make it out alive."

Elijah's shoulders slumped and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"What would you have me do, Marcel?" Elijah asked, his voice soft and defeated.

"Turn her humanity back on."

You felt like shit, cold yet hot, your throat was on fire and every limb ached. You sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and blinked several times. Your vision was blurry, and it took a moment for the room to come into focus.

You thought it was just vervain in that needle, nothing a couple of drinks couldn't fix, but when you started to see things that weren't there, you realized that Arthur must have dosed you up with wolfsbane.

You managed to crawl into some hole of an apartment to hide from the hallucinations, hoping when you woke up you would be feeling better.

But it didn't, you were dying. You could feel it.

"No," you moaned, falling back against the wall, the reality of your situation sinking in.

"You didn't think I would just let you die," a soft, familiar voice spoke.

"You're not real," you told him, refusing to look at him.

"That doesn't mean I'm not here."

You looked up and Elijah was standing in front of you. You sighed and closed your eyes, but he was still there, in your mind.

"What kind of monster are you?" He asked and you laughed.

"Child killer," you answered, looking at him, his expression was blank. "Murderer, adulterer, thief, blasphemer..." You listed, but he remained expressionless.

"Whore," he added and you laughed again.

"I'm a terrible wife," you said, smiling.

"You are a monster," he repeated.

"So are you," you snapped.

"I never claimed to be otherwise," he said.

"If you are real you should kill me," you suggested.

"I'm not real," he reminded you.

"I know, the real you would never call me a whore," you replied, and he chuckled.

"I'm dying Elijah," you stated, your eyes welling up with tears, "this is it, I can feel it."

"What are you going to do about it?"

You took a deep breath and stood up, leaning against the wall for support.

"I'm going to go get the cure," you decided, stumbling out into the night.

The compound wasn't far from the apartment, and the cold air helped you wake up, and your head was clearer, and you could focus on your destination.

"Why not let yourself die?" Elijah asked, walking alongside you.

"Living is much more fun, so many possibilities," you said, "food, sex, money..."

"Family, friends..." He added.

"Waste of time," you dismissed, waving him away, watching him dissolve.

You pushed through the iron gates, trying your best to compose yourself. You entered the courtyard and saw a few nightwalkers scattered around, they didn't notice you and continued drinking and chatting.

"Where is Klaus?" You asked loudly.

Everyone turned and looked at you, and the room fell silent. All you could see was their fear and it amused you.

"I will not ask again," you said, smiling sweetly.

"In his studio," someone answered, and you gave them a nod, and walked past then, heading upstairs.

You barged right in and found him standing in front of an easel, painting. He only painted when he was troubled, and his canvas was filled with darkness and death.

"Lovely," you commented, walking towards him.

Klaus didn't turn to look at you, he simply continued to paint. "Elijah isn't home, but I expect you know that already," he said.

"How perceptive," you remarked.

"To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" He asked.

"I need your blood," you told him.

"Rather bold of you to ask, considering the circumstances," he said, finally turning to look at you.

You didn't know what to say. You had no words, and for once you were lost for a witty remark. You just stared at him, and he studied you.

"I've been hearing about your extracurriculars," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Is that so," you replied, and the corners of your mouth curled up.

"Killing a child, now that's unexpected," he remarked.

You ignored him, unable to respond, because it wasn't something you wanted to think about. You could see your hallucination of Elijah staring at you from the corner of the room. A small child appeared next to him, blood pouring out of her neck.

"Why didn't you save me?" She asked, her eyes filled with pain and betrayal.

"Shut up," you whispered, shaking your head.

"She died in pain, and you did nothing," the vision of Elijah said, and you closed your eyes, trying to will it all away. It was becoming irritating.

"I'm sure the mother will be most upset," Klaus said.

"Spare me the guilt trip, you've done far worse," you spat, opening your eyes, relieved the visions had disappeared.

Klaus observed your disheveled state and noticed how much you were sweating, and the dark circles under your eyes. You were clearly unwell, and it explained why you risked coming back to the compound. You really did need his blood.

"I have, love. But that's just who I am, it's not who you are," he replied, turning back to his canvas.

"Well, I've always wanted to try the whole serial killer thing," you said, trying to sound light-hearted, but the joke fell flat, and neither of you laughed.

"So you killed the child because you wanted to? Because you enjoy doing such things? I'm not even that diabolical." He chuckled, adding a bit of white to the canvas.

"Yes, Klaus, I wanted to kill her, I wanted her to suffer, and I wanted to see the look on her mother's face as I did it."

Klaus set his brush down, and turned back to you. "That's a lie, it was an accident, Marcel told me," he said, watching your eyes widen, and your face fall.

"It was an accident," the little girl's ghost said, appearing in front of you.

You stumbled back, bumping into the sofa, and the girl was right in front of you.

"Why didn't you save me?" She repeated, tears filling her eyes.

"FUCK!" You yelled, your hands gripping the sides of your head.

"Wolfsbane is one hell of a trip," Klaus said casually, watching you stumble back from something he couldn't see.

"If you won't give me your blood, just kill me, I rather not die in agony," you told him.

"Do you think you deserve it?" He asked.

"Deserve what? Death, mercy, life? Who knows, who cares," you answered.

"I think Elijah does," Klaus said, and you froze.

"I'm not talking about this with you," you said, turning to leave.

"Despite what you may think, I do consider you family, even in the state you are in," he said, and he saw the look of surprise on your face.

"Ahh, there it is," he said softly, "a flicker of feeling just under the surface, fight your way back y/n," he encouraged.

Frustration was the only thing you were feeling and you lashed out, pushing over his easel, knocking his paints off the table.

He raised his eyebrows at your outburst and laughed, it was a rough, genuine laugh, and he grinned at you.

"Very well, Elijah wouldn't be pleased if I let you die and I kind of like you like this," he admitted, "though, you are rather irritable."

You stopped yourself from talking back, just needing to get your hands on his blood. You didn't want to waste any more time with him.

"Now, what am I going to ask in return," Klaus said, stroking his chin, "something I've been wanting for a very long time."

"If you want to fuck you don't have to bribe me," you told him.

"As tempting as that is, no," he said, grinning. "I want a favor, in the future," he offered.

"You're going to have to be more specific."

"That's the beauty of a favor, it can be anything," he said.

"Fine," you snapped, "blood now please,"

Klaus smirked and opened a drawer in the table, taking out a vial and handing it to you. You snatched it from his hand and uncapped the lid, gulping the blood down.

"What hallucinations were you having?" He asked, and you froze, and he laughed.

"Private ones," you replied, placing the empty vial on the table.

"You're no fun," he pouted. "You have my blood now, get out," he said, returning to his canvas.

You didn't argue, leaving him to his painting, and returned to the main courtyard. You stood there, trying to figure out your next move. You knew what was waiting for you if you turned your humanity back on. Guilt and self-loathing, and the pain of knowing what you've done, and not being able to take it back.

You needed to leave the city before they forced you to turn it back on. There was nothing here for you anyway, not anymore.

"That's her," you heard someone say, and looked around.

"Are you sure?" Another asked.

"I'm sure," the first one confirmed.

They were staring right at you, but the fear in their eyes from earlier was gone, replaced with anger and resentment. You smiled and flashed forward, snapping the neck of the vampire who had identified you.

The rest charged, and you were surrounded by vampires, but it wasn't a challenge. You were far older and stronger than them. The courtyard turned into a slaughterhouse and the floor was covered in blood.

You were standing over a body, tearing the heart out when Marcel called your name. You dropped the heart and slowly turned, your lips curling up into a smirk.

Marcel grabbed your arm, trying to break your hold, but it was no use, you were stronger than him. You smiled, digging your fingers deeper, and he gasped.

"Marcellus," you greeted, smirking. Before he could react you slammed him against the wall. "I was hoping I would run into you," you said, pressing your hand into his chest. "We have some unfinished business,"

"I taught you better than that sweet Marcel," you taunted, twisting your wrist.

Marcel looked into your eyes, full of emotion, and you couldn't tell if it was sadness or pity.

"Stop this," he said, his grip tightening, and he tried to push you back. "I don't want to kill you," he said, his voice softer.

"And why not?" You asked, digging your fingers deeper, his face twisted in pain.

"Because..." he choked out, his heart slowing down, and his vision blurred, "I know you are still in there, my friend, and I'm not going to lose you,"

"I was so boring, so full of weakness," you told him, "this is who I was meant to be."

"No, you're not," he gasped, struggling to breathe, his legs buckling under the pressure. "You were the woman who helped raise me, would bake me apple pies whenever I had a bad day, would let me sleep in the same bed as her and Elijah when I had a nightmare, the woman who taught me love and compassion," he told you, and his grip tightened on your arm.

"And now she is hurting because she made a mistake, and that is something that I can forgive, because I know her heart is good."

You laughed coldly, his attempts to manipulate you not working, and you tightened your grip. You didn't want to hear anymore from him, his words were getting under your skin in a way that caused fear to trickle in.

"Goodbye, Marcel," you said, squeezing his heart, and it was too late for him to stop you, his strength was leaving him.

"Darling, put Marcellus down," said the last voice you wanted to hear. The one that could make all your pain return.

You felt him behind you, his hand on your waist. Your breath caught in your throat and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

"Let him go," Elijah said softly, his hand moving to your arm, keeping you from tearing Marcels heart out.

"Fuck off Elijah," you growled, struggling to get free, but his grip was like a vice.

"We can do this the hard way if you insist, I have no issue breaking your neck," he warned.

"You would never do that to your precious wife," you taunted, tugging in Elijah's grasp causing Marcel to cough up more blood.

Elijah let out a long sigh, then he moved faster than you could comprehend and everything went black.

You woke in a small windowless room, only a few candles illuminating the space. You were in a chair, your wrists bound by chains.

"You're awake," a voice came from the shadows, and Elijah stepped into the light.

"This is kinky, even for you Elijah," you teased.

He did not look amused, sadness and regret filled his eyes, and he had never looked so broken. He knelt in front of you, and rested his hand on yours.

"Turn it back on," he demanded, looking into your eyes.

"I can't," you lied.

"Yes, you can," he said, his grip tightening.

"No, I can't," you argued, "turning it off was the best decision I have ever made."

"What happened was an accident, it wasn't your fault," Elijah said, and you could see the pain in his eyes, "and turning off your emotions does not fix things, it only makes it worse."

You let him talk, he was so good at it, his deep sexy voice creating a perfect melody of bullshit. But you let him think he was getting through to you as you subtly slipped out of your restraints. Your loving husband was so trusting.

"We can work through this, I can help you," he continued, "I love you," he said, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.

"I know," you replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, and without a word you freed yourself from the chains and sped to the door.

Elijah was quicker, blocking your path. You let out a huff and tried to push past him, but he shoved you back and grabbed your shoulders.

You felt anger again, the only thing you could feel and you unleashed it on him. Clawing, scratching, striking him wherever you could. He took everything you threw at him, and eventually, he trapped you against the wall.

You let you a high pitched scream, it was feral and animalistic, and you thrashed in his grip, but his body pressed against yours, his hands on either side of your head, keeping you still.

"Stop," he said softly, it was barley a whisper.

Your body was pressed firmly against his, and you could feel his heart racing.

"Please," he begged, his eyes filling with tears.

He didn't look angry or annoyed, he looked sad, and it wasn't until then that you noticed his blood, covering your hands and clothes, and you realized how much you had hurt him.

"Just stop, please," he said, his voice cracking, and you knew the pain was too much.

You looked up at him and felt your anger give way into sadness. It was just a trickle, a soft misting of emotion, but it was there. You knew what was coming next.

You felt the weight of everything that had happened, all the hurt, and the pain, and the death, and it consumed you. The dam broke and you wanted, no, needed; to turn it off again.

Elijah could see the torment in your eyes, the light flickering behind them, fighting to return.

"Do you know why I fell in love with you? Why I married you?" He said softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"You pity me, that's all," you said.

"Because," he began, taking your hand in his, "you have a heart," he said, placing your palm on his chest, "that's bigger than anything else, your kindness is endless. Even as a vampire you have always helped more than you've harmed, and that is a gift that not many have."

"Elijah," you whimpered, feeling the weight of his words and the force of your emotions bearing down on you.

"And I can't watch you destroy yourself any longer, because if you die, a part of me will die with you," he finished, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours. "You have to feel all the pain, it's worth it, because you also can experience the love," he said, gently cupping your face, "the love I have for you."

You couldn't help yourself, the flood gates had opened, and there was no closing them. You let out a small gasp, and the tears streamed down your cheeks, and he kissed them away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sobbed, clinging to him.

"It's alright," he hushed, pulling away and brushing the tears from your cheeks.

You didn't respond, you couldn't. You felt a wave of nausea wash over you, and your knees buckled. Elijah caught you, and pulled you close, holding you tight.

"I got you, it's okay," he assured, lifting you off your feet.

He sat down in the chair and held you on his lap. You couldn't stop crying, your face buried in the crook of his neck, and he cradled you.

"I'm a monster," you said quietly, and he held you closer.

"Not to me, never to me," he said, his fingers combing through your hair, and he felt you tremble.

"I killed her," you whimpered, your body tensing and your eyes clenched shut. "An innocent,"

"Shhh," he hushed, and you clung to him.

"How could I," you said, pulling away from him.

"It wasn't your fault. It was an accident, you tried to save her," he reminded, stroking your cheek.

"What's the point of having the power to heal when I can't even save a child," you cried, the guilt and shame tearing you apart.

"She fell, no one could have stopped it, not even Niklaus," he said, his hand moving to the back of your neck, pulling your head forward.

His lips brushed over your forehead, and he planted a small kiss. "Let's go home," he whispered, and your eyes widened.

"I can't, everyone will hate me, I deserve to die," you protested, pushing him away.

"You've been my wife for five hundred years, but only now have you become a true Mikaelson," he chuckled, picking you up and carrying you to the door.

It would take time, penance, and a lot of groveling to repair the damage you had done, and there was a chance some of them may never forgive you, but you had a chance now, to make amends, and that was all you could hope for.

It had been a week since you turned your humanity back on, and it was still painful, and overwhelming.

Klaus came to you one day, while Elijah was out. He had his hands in his pockets and he leaned against the doorframe. He could see how much you were struggling, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm here to call in that favor," he announced, and your eyes narrowed.

"What do you want?" You asked, not bothering to look at him. "I'm really not in the mood, so say it fast and get out."

"You need to promise me that you will fulfill it, no matter how difficult," he warned, and you groaned, rolling your eyes.

"Just spit it out Klaus," you said, glaring at him.

"Forgive yourself."

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[misfitgirlwrites]

The Joker Masterlist

I feel like I have enough fics to make this its own separate post, and I'll add the link to the masterlist instead :)

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THE JOKER (Heath Ledger)

We'll Laugh Together Masterlist

Til' Death Do Us Part Masterlist (Sequel)

Overprotective!Joker x Reader ✨️

Mistletoe ✨️

Don't Tell Me You're Jealous 🔞

Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️

NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Rainbow Hair ✨️

100 Degree Adventures 🔞

Clumsy Bunny ✨️ | x reader ver.

Ace 💀 ✨️ | x reader ver.

THE JOKER (Jared Leto) [I NO LONGER WRITE/TAKE REQUESTS FOR THIS CHARACTER]

Late Night Inconveniences 💀 ✨️

ARTHUR FLECK

Arthur Fleck/Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️

NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Deep Breaths 💔 ✨️

Arthur with a Touchy-Feely S/O ✨️

JEROME VALESKA

Rain 💔 ✨️ | Ice Cream (Part 2) 💔 ✨️

Speeding Ginger ✨️

Cart Rides & Samples ✨️

Let's Rob A Bank! ✨️

New Year's Destruction ✨️

Jerome with a Cheerful S/O ✨️

Just Picture Them with Their Heads Blown Off! ✨️ | x reader ver.

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞

Until We Meet Again ✨️ | x reader ver.

One More Time 🔞

Height Exceedment ✨️

JEREMIAH VALESKA

Death By Pleasure 🔞

Pre-Spray Jeremiah Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️

You're Mine (Post-Spray Jeremiah) 🔞

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞

Dream Blurb ✨️

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[marksbear]

Hey Mark! I just finish watching Joker for the third time or so and was wondering if you could do Male reader x Arthur fleck. Just bit angst and large amount of fluff. Reader and Arthur are boyfriends but one day while having a visit with his therapist Arthur told his thearpist about reader, however his therapist convince Arthur that he is just hallucinating to the point where he really think that reder is not real. Arthur have a breakdown when he got back to his apartment. reader comforts arthur.😊

-B

Hey B! Hope you enjoy my friend.

Warnings! Fluff to angst back to fluff, Y/n is an uncle in a big family, Old lady manipulate Arthur/

ARTHUR FLECK X MALE READER

Y/n and Arthur truly did love each other. Y/n was always with him during his good and bad days. He always made sure Arthur felt good and happy for almost everything. Y/n supported Arthur during everything even when he tried to be a comedian he was still there for him. Y/n even fought for him but Arthur doesn't know that!

Right now the couple is bowling with Y/n family. Arthur was a bit nervous at first with Y/n family but was quickly accepted by the family. Y/n parents calling Arthur son and Y/n siblings and their kids calling him "the extra L/n" Which was cute to the couple.

Arthur didn't realize what was the time until Y/n dad asked his wife what was the time. "Uhh its 3:45 hun." She says to her husband. Arthur quickly freaks out and walks to Y/n who's talking to his niece that's on his lap. "Y/n.. I gotta go to y'know..." Y/n looks at his boyfriend and nods "Okay kid go to your other uncles." His niece hops off his lap running to her other uncles to bother them. Y/n takes Arthur's hand gently tells his family. "Okay everyone I know yall are gonna miss Uncle Arthur and I but we gotta go." They all say bye to the couple and the couple leaves the building going into Y/n car. Arthur gets into the passenger seat while Y/n starts the car and drives to his boyfriend's appointment. As they drive Y/n places his hand on his boyfriend's small thigh turning to him a little with a smile before kept focusing on the road.

Once the couple gets there Y/n stops the car and turns it off and gently wakes up his sleeping boyfriend. "Hey Art we made it." You whisper into his ear before tickling him awake. Arthur quickly wakes up giggling and gasping Y/n to stop. Y/n finally stops when he sees Arthur's eyes begin to water. "Good morning handsome." Y/n says teasing his boyfriend leaning to him kissing him.

Y/n leaves gentle and soft kisses all over Arthur's face as encouragement for him during his session. Arthur gladly takes his boyfriend kisses. "Okayy! Y/n I have to go!" Arthur makes sure he has all of his things with him and gives Y/n one passionate kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. "Wait Art!" Arthur turns around facing his boyfriend about to shut the door. "I love you!~" Y/n sings to him with a loving smile. "I love you too!" Arthur says back closing the door.

Y/n watches Arthur enter the building before starting the car again driving back to the shared apartment.

Arthur walks to his therapist room apologizing for being late. The session starts as regular questions and all that. Like "How are you Arthur have you been taking your medication?" and "What have you been doing this whole week." And Arthur answers with his usual short answers. But the woman notices some of the stories are missing some things and asks "Who were you with during this past week. Some of your stories are missing something or well really someone." Arthur stares at her for a while before a small smile appears.

A real smile escapes from his lips and mumbles under his breath. "Y/n and his family." The woman almost didn't hear it but she caught it. "And who is this Y/n?" Arthur face beams with a smile of the mention of Y/n. "Hes my boyfriend." Arthur says all giddy about his boyfriend. "When did you two meet?" She asked. "About six or seven months ago...but we just got together about like three months ago." He answers fidgeting with his hand and smiling down.

The woman opens her flies about Y/n and scans through them. "Arthur are you sure hes real. I mean you'd never mentioned him once and all of a sudden hes here now." Arthur gets taken back by the question but quickly answers with "Yeah hes real! i'm not that crazy... Hes my Y/n I even met his family!" "Arthur. For the past months you've been saying that you felt alone in this world. Maybe now your mind is making you imagine this "Y/n" guy as a defensive reaction so you won't go fully mad." Arthur stares at her before quickly standing up pacing around the room mumbling "Liar" and "No,no,no" The woman tries to get Arthur to sit back down but fails once Arthur runs out of the room.

Arthur goes to the bus stop still repeating "No,no" under his breath shaking and almost crying at the point that he actually is mad. Once the bus comes he goes to the back crying to himself on the window that Y/n his perfect Y/n isn't with him. Once it's his stop he rushes off the bus going to his apartment. He looks around for Y/n car but doesn't see it anywhere. He quickly gets in the apartment rushing to the elevator and basically smashing the buttons to go to his floor. Once they arrive at the floor he runs to his room unlocking the door and closing it and locks it behind him. "Y/n! no no noo! Y/n where are you!" He walks around the apartment looking for anything that proves that you're actually real.

But he sadly doesn't find anything and falls to the ground crying and beating the floor. He lays there for hours crying onto the floor not noticing the door being unlocked and a "Art you here?" Y/n walks around the place looking for his boyfriend but once he finds him almost half passed out gasping for air and crying. You quickly wrap him in your arms and your hands running up and down his back. "Shh. Sh. Baby don't cry what's the matter?"

Once Arthur hears your voice he immediately brings Y/n into a tight hug whimpering and crying onto him. "Y-you are real..." Y/n hears him cry into his shoulder. "Yes baby... I am real and I don't plan on going anytime soon.

THE END

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[nanabrainrot]

♰ Nana’s Masterlist and Rules ♰

Hi, I’m Nana! I’m 23 and a writer

AO3 Account: nanabrainrot

*I am multi-fandom and my frequencies posting in a fandom may dwindle if I don’t get much interaction with it. If you send asks to a specific story to continue, it motivates me to add on! Even if it’s just one ask, I try to return to it if I know somebody wants it.

RULES: I do not write the following...

Pregnancy, breeding kink, beastiality, scat, gore, or ageplay.

And do not interact with my NSFW work if you are a minor. This blog contains dark content so please proceed with caution.

With that said... here is my masterlist! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*

Better Call Saul

NSFW AO3 Exclusive: Across the Lachoverse

Lalo Salamanca: Homemaker Series

Note about Homemaker: there is a HMMC true route that follows and adheres to canon. HMMCverse tag is where Lalo and his wife live happily ever after - it is under construction.

Pre-Homemaker Lore: To Bear a Cross

AO3 6 Chapter of To Bear a Cross

Homemaker: this series focuses on HMMC’s happiness in the marriage

Companion Dog: this series focuses on HMMC and Lalo’s unhealthy aspects

Shameless Lalo Thirsting

Requested Blurbs

HMMC and BCS characters

Lalo Possessive Headcanons

NSFW Headcanons

Abuelita and HMMC

Hector and HMMC Post-Lalo

HMMC reaction to Lalo’s death

Salamancas and HMMC

Solamente Una Vez: Kim confronting HMMC about her marriage

Marco & Leonel Salamanca

Dulce de Leche Glaze: Loteria

Submitted to Richee (based on her Dulce!reader)

Dulce Tres Leche: Signature Scent

Batman (2022) 

The Bitch to Scratch: NSFW and Dark! Proceed with Caution.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Love, Bruce: Slow Burn Fluff

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Joker (2019)

Wishful Thinking: Arthur Fleck Angst

The Tease: Joker Smut

Prior To: Arthur Fleck Smut

You Were Never Really Here (2017)

Joe Body Headcanons

Quills

Abbe de Coulmier Obsessive Headcanons

Animes

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Part 5: Leone Abbachio in Break the Bottle

Part 5: Narancia Ghirga in Hit Me Baby One More Time!

Part 3: Jotaro Kujo and Big Brother Complex

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuuta Okkotsu: The Worst Best Boyfriend in the World (NSFW, Dark)

Haikyuu!!

Tsukishima Kei: Look Don’t Touch (NSFW, Dark, Yamaguchi Unrequited for Reader)

#nana rules #rules and guidelines

[liliesdiary]

rules for this blog

Minors do not interact, I write nsfw and my blog is mainly nsfw, please do not interact!! 18+

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inbox and dm rules:

My inbox is open and I am open to requests, I'll provide a list of fandoms and characters I write for/make Moodboards for. Message me anytime, if you have a special writing request/Mood board request for me please don't be shy and message me, though I have the right to deny any requests. Please be kind and patient <3

I will write cnc, dubcon, corruption kink, gun play, knife play, throat fucking, Dom/Sub, praise, degradation, bondage, rough sex, fear play, impact play, blood play, and more. I mainly write for fem!reader but I don't mind taking special requests. I mainly write smut and fluff, maybe angst.

I will not write rape, age play, underage, race play, incest (step cest is okay) and anything to deal with shit and piss. I might reblog some non con blogs and stories so please if it triggers you please click away.

right now I am open to writing for (and making moodboards for) Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Daryl Dixon, Negan, Jackson Rippner, Jonathan Crane, Ethan Landry, Mickey Altieri, Arthur Fleck, Henry Creel and more. If you have any special requests please message me! (I will not write for characters that are minors.)

I'm willing to accept any moodboard requests for any D.C or Marvel Character, experimenting a bit right now with different fandoms! If you have a fic request for a DC or Marvel Character, I'll try my best to write it but I'm still kind of new to the fandom and the lore! I have a right to deny any requests though <3

Don't be shy to message me, this is a safe blog for everyone <3

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[hottpinkpenguin]

A Promise - Arthur Fleck X Reader

A/n: this is my first post in way too long AND for a new fandom/character. much love to those of you who keep sticking around! i am trying to dig in and write more. Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Ledger Joker X Reader (named "Deirdre") Summary: You went to school with Arthur and were one of the only people kind to him despite his odd behaviors and reputation as a misfit. As the two of you grew older, your friendship began to deepen into something more, until you were suddenly pulled out of Gotham by a family death and never returned… until now. Warnings: dark themes; combining of Nolan/Ledger Joker with Arthur Fleck backstory; major character death; angst angst ANGST Word Count: 7342

It was a brisk day in March. You’d missed Gotham, although there was also something about the city that made you incredibly sad. You weren’t sure if it was the pitifully overcrowded housing projects everywhere you turned, the shocking spike in crime since you were here last, or the memories of things you’d lost when you’d left almost fifteen years ago. You’d been young then, only twenty three, and at the time it had seemed like you really had a chance to do something, to be someone, despite the oppressive decay of Gotham’s society. You’d been a young musician, struggling to make a living playing the piano at different five-star restaurants to Gotham’s elite. Most of the time you played classics - Gershwin, Joplin, Tchaikovsky, Beethoven - whatever the patrons asked, you could provide. But sometimes you slipped in an original composition of yours or two. Your managers hated that, and made sure you knew it. Several had even fired you for it. 

“They just don’t know real talent,” Arthur used to say to you as he’d listen to you tickle out a new song on the ancient piano you’d managed to avoid selling and kept in your studio apartment just down the hall from where Arthur lived with his mother. 

Arthur…

It’d been so long since you’d thought of him, since you’d let yourself think of him. He was what made you sad about Gotham, and in the deepest recesses of your heart you could admit that to yourself. You’d written to him a few times, and received a few replies; but time and distance had eroded that relationship until there was nothing but years of silence and regret between you. 

You still remembered the pain in his eyes when you’d told him you had to leave...

**the rest is on AO3, you can read it here!**

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[these-written-reveries]

Arthur Fleck/Phoenix!Joker Masterlist

Main Masterlist

• Unless specified, all writings are character x gn!reader (gender-neutral).

• NSFW/Smut writings will be tagged (18+). Minors, please DNI.

• Have an idea for a fic you’d like me to write? Send me a request here. But first, make sure to read my Request Info!

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*Masterlist Created: 4/9/23

*Last Updated: 4/9/23

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Arthur Fleck

F=fluff, A=angst, (18+)=smut/nsfw

One Shots:

These Foolish Things (F)

‣Summary: A peek into Y/N and Arthur’s day as they notice all the little things that remind them of each other…

By Your Side (F, A)

‣Summary: You forget to call Arthur to let him know you’ll be working late, which results in Arthur spiraling into a breakdown after convincing himself you left him.

Just You and Me (F, A)

‣Summary: You show up at Arthur’s door, struggling and in desperate need of him and his love. Don’t worry, Arthur will take good care of you.

The Spark (F)

‣Summary: After years of searching and failing to find ‘the spark’ that lovers always talked about, you began to think it wasn’t a real possibility for you. That was, until you stumbled into a man by the name of Arthur Fleck.

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‣ Sharing Your Deepest/Darkest Thoughts w/Arthur

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Phoenix!Joker

F=fluff, A=angst, (18+)=smut/nsfw

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[montimer]

"I'll come running to save you"

Arthur x spider-!reader

(In that universe reader is spider/man/women/other)

= means time skip

Ur clothes are not mentioned

Warning:none ig

A lot of people knew you. Since you started saving people from others. In Gotham there were a lot of crime makers. And since you got ur powers,and the police wasn't a big help, you decided to help the city.

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You heard laughing and yelling from the streets. So you immediately run to were the sound came from.

When you got there, a group of teenegers were beating up a man dressed as a clown. You were a bit confused,but you did what you had to do.

But when they saw you they ran away. You were relieved you didn't have to hurt those kids.

You looked down at the man.

"Hey, you good there?"

He opened his eyes, he looked hurt. "Y-yeah,thank you"

"No problem! Thats what i do"

You helped him up.

"Should i take ya home? Its easyer than walking"

"My boss would get angry if i wont show up at work. I already broke the sign.." he pointed at a broken sign. You looked back at him.

"Don't worry. You're hurt, he will understand. For now,let me take ya home" he smiled at that and nodded.

You hugged one of ur arm around him. "Hold onto me,i wont let ya fall" he akwardly hugged you.

"Ready?" "Um,i guess- whoa"

You shoot ur web at a building and fly up there. You put him down.

"I forgot, tell me where do you live?"

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You put him down at the doorstep.

"Well here we are. Did ya liked the flight?"

"Yeah!...i mean,it was nice. Thank you again."

"Of course. What is ur name?"

"Arthur..Arthur Fleck"

"Well then, see you around Art!"

He waved as you fly away.

'See you around' did you mean you will come back? He was so happy and exited,he has to write this down on his journal.

Bonus hc's!

Aaand yes,you did come back to meet him

Sometimes you guys are just talking while walking on the streets

You keep an eye on him. Making sure he wont get hurt again

He feels so honored, you from all of people decided to be around him

You also hear him out and comfort him

He blushes when you hug him

He asked you akwardly if you want to see him at the comedian club, and ofc you said yes. He was so happy

You randomly bring him food. And you say you will be offended if he doesn't accept it.

He's very upset if you get injuried. He want to patch you up, and if you let him,he will keep on doing it.

You will show him around the city,flying w/ ur webs. Thats the excuse. But both of you want to be close to each other. He loves to get held by you

His heart beats faster when you put an arm around his shoulder and defend him

When you laugh at his jokes,comfort him,save,love and care for him,he can't help but to fall for you

He tells his mom ab you. And if she doesn't believe it. You will come over (thats ur excuse)

Or when his mom is sleeping you come knocking at his window to let you in. He will make ya coffee or tea. And if you let him,he'll like to dance w/ you

He is also jealous, all those people try to get to you. Little does he know,you have fallen for him too ;))

Here's my idea

Should i make part 2?

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[the-marshals-wife]

Imagines Masterlist

Updated 4/24/2024 | Requests are currently ⋆OPEN⋆ | New! Adding fics on A03 🤍

I write exclusively x Fem!Reader

Most of my writing is fluff and hurt+comfort, both romantic and platonic. Willing to indulge in angst™ if the muse descends

All of my writing is rated General Audiences unless otherwise stated with specific content warnings detailed on each

For R-rated fandoms like John Wick or Joker, I still rate my writing non-explicit because the audience hopefully knows what they're in for based on the source content. I.E. blood and violence may be mentioned, but not graphically described unless otherwise stated

I do not write smut or NSFW content

Star Wars

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch Having a Token of Their Love For You Would Include (Bad Batch x Reader)

Having A Child With Wrecker Would Include (Wrecker x Reader)

Having A Child With Tech Would Include (Tech x Reader)

Shot Through The Heart (Crosshair x Reader)

Fidelity (Crosshair x Reader)

Keep Me Close (Tech x Reader)

Watch Your Step (Hunter x Reader) [Request]

Good Medicine (Wrecker x Reader) [Request]

The Clone Wars

Having A Child With Hardcase Would Include (Hardcase x Reader) [Request]

Not Alone (Captain Rex x Reader)

More

Revenant (Baylan Skoll x Reader)

Nothing Else Matters (Melshi x Reader)

Token (Din Djarin/The Mandalorian x Reader)

What Comes After (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Kindred Spirits (F |Star Wars Visions| x Reader [Platonic]) [Request]

Imagine Being Collected By The Mandalorian (x Reader Prompt)

John Wick

Angel Shot (John Wick x Reader)

Pariah (John Wick x Reader)

Safe and Sound (John Wick x Reader) [Request]

Aquaman

Strangers Like Me (Orm Marius x Reader)

New Horizons (Arthur Curry x Reader) [Request]

Marvel

Scars (Yong-Rogg x Reader)

Sunrise (Yong-Rogg x Reader) [Request]

Better Half (Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Reader) [Request]

Spellbound (Mysterio/Quentin Beck x Reader)

Joker (2019)

Sticks and Stones (Arthur Fleck x Reader) [Pt 1]

Sticks and Stones (Arthur Fleck x Reader) [Pt 2]

Sticks and Stones (Arthur Fleck x Reader) [Pt 3]

Lost and Found (Arthur Fleck x Reader) [Request]

Misc.

Broke the Mold (Ken x Reader) - Barbie (2023)

Shelter (Balthazar Blake x Reader) - The Sorcerer's Apprentice

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[jokeringcutio]

Halloween Prompt Fills MASTERLIST 2023 [ Reader Inserts ]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

AN: Follow me for more Reader-Inserts.

Non-Explicit Tales:

Reader accidentally enters Neverland and meets Hook Fandom: Hook / Peter Pan Pairing: Reader x Captain James Hook Rating: Teen Warnings: Halloween Party, Pirates, Kiss.

Reader is an Au Pair trick and treating at the Grabber's door Fandom: The Black Phone 2022 Pairing: Albert Shaw (The Grabber) x Reader (Au Pair from abroad) Rating: Teen Warnings: Au Pair Reader is from Abroad, Mention of Age Gap, Dark Undertones. Overall quite sweet.

Summary: You are an Au Pair stopping at the Grabber’s House. Romantic (with perhaps the tiniest hint of darkness underneath).

Reader meets Thomas Sharpe at the Halloween BallFandom: Crimson Peak Pairing: Sir Thomas Sharpe x Reader Rating: Teen Warnings: None Really. Romance. Talk about marriage and kids. Drama. Tiny bit of Angst? Sorry it was written in a rush. Possible Cameo for Albert Shaw. Summary:  AU in which Sir Thomas Sharpe never had his sister corrupt him and meets Reader at a Halloween masquerade.

Explicit Tales below:

(Don't read if you're under 18)

Reader in Hogwarts outfit visits Snape during Halloween Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Professor Snape x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: A grown-up dressed as a Hogwarts student on Halloween… Snape has his own thoughts about it.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, spanking, blowjob.

Reader Mistakes Arthur Fleck (as Carnival) for a friend Fandom: Joker 2019 Pairing: Arthur Fleck (as Carnival) x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: You mistake him for somebody else, but that might be the best thing that happened to the both of you, for you end up losing your virginity to each other.

Warnings: Sexual content, Virginity/First time.

Reader ends up being bred by Otis in a Halloween Ritual Please read ALL warnings. Fandom: House of a 1000 corpses, devil's rejects, 3 from hell. Pairing: Otis B. Driftwood x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: When you and your friends ask for help, you end up as part of a horrific ritual. Warnings: Killer Family, murder, death of a friend, Sexual content, Non-con, Breeding.

Reader Bumps into a Clown at Halloween who comes to visit her house Please read ALL warnings. Fandom: Terrifier (2), All Hallows Eve (2) Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: It is Halloween when you bump into a clown and, embarrassed, apologize. Later that evening, your roommate Meri seems to have invited that very same clown into your house for a bit of fun. But that fun turns quickly into a nightmare. Warnings: Mention of Murder, Cannibalism, death of a friend, Sexual content, dub-con. Reader is scared of clowns. Implied Virginity/First Time. Mention of Blood. Coulrophobia.

Reader (witch!) ties Ernst to his chair and has her way with him Fandom: First Reformed Pairing: Ernst Toller x (Witch!) Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Ernst is home alone at Halloween when a Witch comes at his door. Warnings: Mention of inner conflict, Pastor x Witch, Explicit Sexual Content, Slight Bondage: Ernst is tied down, Reader on top.

Reader is putting on decorations with coworker Albert Shaw Fandom: The Black Phone 2022 Pairing: Albert Shaw (The Grabber) x Reader (coworker) Rating: Explicit Summary: You’re putting the decorations up in the hardware store where you work, when your coworker lingers behind to help you.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, Reader wearing a skirt, Fingering.

Reader finds a handsome wounded stranger at her door Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Henry Creel (001) x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: It’s Halloween when a young, wounded man appears at your door. How can you refuse him.. anything?

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, mention of blood, orderly Henry Creel.

Reader dresses up as a Vampire after catching Arthur as Dracula Fandom: Joker (2019) Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Arthur thinks dressing up as Dracula will help him seduce his neighbor: you.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, smoking (Arthur), laughing during sex.

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Arthur Fleck | somebody that i used to know

This song/edit is the inspiration for my selfship/au with Arthur Fleck/Joker. It’s going to be quite angst driven. But I will also make sure Arthur gets all the love he deserves 💚! 

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[fleckcmscott]

The Loss

Summary: Arthur and Y/N come face to face with an inevitable step in the cycle of life.

Words: 3,874

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

A/N: Penny's passing has been alluded to in Things Past and Stepping Stones. But I wanted to explore how these two would handle it in the context of the Watch What Happens series - and pay Penny the respect of being more than a specter in the background. While this story wasn't easy to write, I'm glad I did it. Thank you to @iartsometimes​ for beta-ing! 💜And thanks to @sweet-nothings04​ for brainstorming and help with the summary! 🤗

The call was at once unexpected and as predictable as April showers.

Bowl of cheese curls in lap, Y/N and Arthur had settled on the sofa to catch My Favorite Wife, the seven o'clock feature on Gotham Movie Classics, the tale of a wife lost at sea and a husband moving on with a new bride. 1940's Love and Laughter treat of the year, if the movie host could be believed. With Arthur’s arm slung about her shoulders, Y/N drifted on the lazy bliss of brainless entertainment, and he tee-heed at the same old jokes. The same old jokes suited them both just fine.

Just as the missing wife crashed her husband's second honeymoon, the phone's metallic ringer interjected. Perfect timing. Sucking powdered cheddar from her fingers, Y/N whisked her way to the kitchen and grabbed the receiver.

"Yes," she confirmed. "This is Mrs. Fleck."

As soon as the nurse from Endsbury Place introduced herself, experience alerted Y/N to where this was headed.

Hazel spoke with the considerate candor of someone who imparted bad news on the regular. Penny had eaten dinner in the cafeteria with everyone else. While she'd needed encouragement to finish her lasagna soup, she'd accepted a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. She'd watched Wheel of Fortune in the community room until bedtime. The evening had been uneventful.

But when staff had checked on her an hour later, she'd soiled the bed. Her breath had gone shallow, rapid, interrupted by periods of no breathing at all. She'd murmured and mumbled. About Happy and Thomas. All the while in a fugue state.

Penny was ceasing. She'd be over by the end of the week. They'd better catch the next subway if they wanted to see her.

Y/N held the phone to her chest, where her heart stuttered, and wondered how she was going to tell Arthur. He hadn't seen his mother since finding the Arkham file years ago, brought it to Y/N in an act of desperation or faith.

When there were documents to review, he'd request they be mailed, then sign them without reading. He skipped quarterly progress calls, left Y/N to attend and offer one sentence reports he didn't react to. Greeting cards crafted during activity time went straight into the trash. Such coldness distressed her. And she was about to feel that ice again.

It took Arthur's hitched laughs for her to remember to hang up. She did the courtesy of waiting for a commercial break to pad into the living room. Hands folded together, she lowered herself to the arm of the couch. Prepared to ruin their weekly ritual.

"Who was it?" He seized the TV remote to lower the volume.

"The nursing home. Penny's not doing well." Arthur's face was a blank canvas, gaze cast downward. But every detail Y/N imparted hardened the lines at the corners of his eyes, the tendon of his jaw. Thinned already thin lips to a crooked frown of loathing. She rubbed his forearm, sought to soothe away the reaction she knew was coming. "They don't know how long we have to say goodbye."

"I don't need to say anything."

Sinews tightened under her touch. After a pause, she tried again. "You don't have to forgive her. That's not what I meant. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret. With my parents, I-"

"She wasn't like your parents, Y/N." Delivered in past tense, like he was fast-forwarding to the inevitable. A rasp that threatened to turn into a roar, the truth behind it a knife to her ribs. "I'm tired of having to think about her. I just want it to be done." On a sharp shake of the head, he fled to the fire escape.

She sat there, bereft for words and the certainty of what to do. Bereft of what he needed. For a man as warm as Arthur, the chill fit as well as a father's shoes on a teetering toddler, untied and five sizes too large. It reminded her too much of herself.

A voiceover tried to sell her on a Buttoneer clothing punch, buy one for $9.95 get one free, payable via money order or COD. If only figuring out how to handle a situation every single person would go through was as easy as a frivolous purchase.

She brought their glasses to the kitchen. After putting the lid on their Tupperware to keep the cheese curls from going stale, she put a blank VHS in the VCR and punched record, taping what they'd later learn was a city council meeting on Gotham's public access station instead of the rest of the movie. She studied him through one of the windows.

He was braced on the railing. He hadn't stopped to grab his cigarettes, so the butt he puffed must have been a ten-day old. His shoulders stiffened and loosened in uneven waves, as if on a puppeteer's strings. His lips moved in the orange light of the streetlamp, phrases she suspected she didn't want to hear.

Yet, she padded closer, as if the strings on his back tied them together, fibers that connected them through their bests and worsts. She opened the glass door halfway, enough to make her presence known but not intrude. He gave no indication he cared she was there. The cool breeze snuck up her sleeves, under her neckline. It wasn't what made her shiver.

She spoke with an ease she didn't necessarily feel. "I get it, Arthur. And I'm sorry."

His reply was to flick his cigarette to the street, move ever so slightly towards the metal steps. When he lit another quarter Stutton, she turned to leave him in peace.

~~~~~

The temperature was stifling hot, a good eighty degrees. Y/N unbuttoned her smoke taupe coat and left the nurse's station, headed down the hallway to the third room on the right.

She'd visited in-laws before, just not like this. Jeff's parents had been...fine. Their connection had followed the latest etiquette guides, been a model of polite kindness. No sense of disapproval had lurked - but they hadn't mourned each other after the divorce, either. Whereas Penny and she had had one brief interaction, in which the older woman had paid her a compliment and cut Arthur to the quick.

A deep breath steeled her at the threshold of 208. She allowed herself a moment of doubt as to whether she should be here at all, especially since the only break in Arthur's silence had been a spartan note on the counter: Be back later.

It wasn't a vague veneration of mothers and fathers that'd brought her here, but an inkling of The Right Thing. So she stepped in.

Antique bouquets and scrolling vines splotched faded wallpaper, the tan of age and humidifiers. A bulletin board hung halfway up the wall across from the bed. Alongside Penny's name was the latest Christmas card Y/N had sent and a color photocopy of the Niagara Falls honeymoon photo, the one Arthur had goaded her into. A television was on the bureau to the left, turned to black and white reruns and muted. Two frames stood beside it. One held a snapshot of Arthur sitting backstage at Pogo's, studying his journal. In the other, he blew on a wooden spoon just before tasting the tomato sauce he'd tried his hand at. (Another teaspoon of dried basil, he'd noted. And cut down on the salt.)

Her throat tightened. She'd maintained a fishline of connection in case Arthur ever changed his mind about see his mother. He hadn't. Had those photos and letters made any difference, brought a modicum of comfort? Or pricked whatever was left of Penny with reminders of what she'd lost?

Sunbeams spilled past canvas curtains, struck the visitor's chair abutting the footboard. Extra bedding covered the seat. A bed pan, a wash basin, yards of tubing that said no one had sat there since her admittance.

​Upper body angled at thirty degrees, Penny lay in bed. Eyes open, pointed at the TV, as unfocused as the thousand-yards-away. An overbed tray hovered above her lap, on which were a nurse call button​​​​, a box of Kleenex, and a paper cup.

When Y/N straightened the purse strap on her shoulder, Penny's stare drifted to her own. Y/N wasn't sure it was intentional until Penny's weak "Happy?"

The desperation, the quiet hope in that rasp propelled Y/N forward. "No. Arthur's home."

Flaking lips mouthed unreadable syllables. She sat on the bed at Penny's side and took the drink from the tray. A sponge swab floated in the room temperature water. Y/N tapped the lollipop stick on the rim, pressed the sponge to the corner of Penny's mouth. Using faint pressure, Y/N dragged it along her gums, first the top, then the bottom. A gesture she'd learned a lifetime ago.

Possibly understanding, probably wondering who the hell Y/N was, the older woman turned away. Lashes fluttered, gnarled fingers picked at the satin edge of her polyester blanket. Y/N grasped her hand, enclosed it between her own. Cold, frail, skin as thin as tissue paper. It was like holding an orb-weaver, made of glass and ready to crack.

Bruises webbed along her wrinkled wrist, a side effect of the blood thinners she'd taken since her stroke. They called to mind the newspaper articles in the Arkham file. The swollen black eye featured in Penny's mugshot, lip thick with dried blood. Had she been too scared to act? To protect her son? When Y/N had worked on family matter cases, money was often used as a thousand-pound cudgel. Penny and Arthur had lived hand to mouth. Had that poverty kept her shacked up with a monster masquerading as a man?

Y/N swung her leg back and forth. This wasn't much different from when they'd met at Gotham General, a girlfriend making pleasant conversation at a stranger. "Hazel gave me a good report," she started. "She said you're one of the nicest residents here and loves your smile. I'm sorry I've missed seeing it.

"You know, when Arthur and I started going out, he mentioned you'd taught him to dance. You told him any gentleman should be able to waltz. I'm so grateful for that, because I love dancing with him. All I have is two left feet, but he manages to make it right. You raised a wonderful man. My life is better for knowing him. I wish you could understand how lucky you were to have him, too."

Sharp as a sewing needle, that last bit made Y/N wince. An unwelcome frankness given the current situation. Kinder words might have come easier if she listened to the whispers of her heart rather than the stubbornness of her head. Yet, her heart had tuned into Arthur, not Penny.

Her old psychiatric evaluation stated she was mentally ill. A woman who claimed her child was the son of a business magnate while adoption papers hid in her file. A lobotomized drug user who wore a shoe as a hat, laces tied under her chin. A difficulty that high and low society had done its damnedest to discard. There were too many factors, too many possibilities, all of which boiled down to awful.

Y/N turned the dial to AM. "Ms. Fleck, you've had more than your fair share of hardships. They kept you from being who you wanted to be. From loving Arthur the way he deserved. I know it's hard not having him here. But you don't have to worry about him. He's doing well. He's safe with me. And…wherever you're going, you'll be safe there, too."

Penny's eyelids grew heavy, drooping. Respirations slowed to a subtle rise and fall of her breast. Y/N brushed silver hair from Penny's forehead, held the back of her fingers to her skin. It bordered on feverish. But the passive hold Penny had on her hand became active, the feeble squeeze of the fading fast.

"Rest now," Y/N said. And squeezed back.

~~~~~

She was dead. She was dead and he was still taking care of her.

An encyclopedia of paperwork stood between Arthur and a free afternoon. The funeral director explained each form, went over each procedure. Buckley Funeral Home would alert social security to Penny's passing. She had no estate, no life insurance, no pension, so filing in probate wasn't necessary. They'd get copies of the death certificate after the medical examiner determined what'd killed her, give it about a week.

It'd be Arthur's responsibility to contact a mason. There was one a couple blocks down that did good work. His mother had reserved a plot in Potter's Field cemetery, a strip of land squished between Otisburg and Burnley, his old life and new.

He had no idea what to write in the obituary. Y/N suggested the facts but softened. She'd been wrong a lot as of late.

Penny Fleck was born in Gotham to parents he didn't know and perished in the same city. She'd worked as a maid for the Wayne family and never let it go. She'd left behind the son she'd left behind twenty years ago and the daughter-in-law who'd meddled too much, whose loving parents had won the race to The End. Penny's later years were marked by the sacrifice of others and lies. A graveside service would be held Friday afternoon, which no one would attend.

Arthur rubbed his face halfway to his skull. As a boy and as a man, he'd idolized his mother. While her occasional digs stung, her admonishments when he'd reveal his sense of humor, she was the sole person he could feel comfortable around. Even if he'd put on a happy face. Even if she couldn't fathom the chasm of malaise in his chest, the flatness of most of his days. The conviction he could do anything he set his mind to married to the knowledge nothing would ever change.

She'd been the only one to appreciate him. His condition wasn't a curse but a divine gift to make others laugh. God had given it to him because he'd been chosen. No one liked him because they couldn't understand how special he was. Penny had needed him when the world wanted to throw him away. When he'd wanted to throw the world away.  

Sometimes he wished everything hadn't gone to shit around him, that it hadn't all crashed. Not that he'd be stuck caring for her - he liked his life now, liked leading his own and having a wife. But that the puzzle pieces fit together another way. A placid landscape instead of a skyline engulfed in flames. A ritual of Sunday night dinners at their place, holidays at hers. The mother he'd cherished and the woman he adored bonding over how important he was.

Dreams that'd crumbled under the weight of reality.

Two days ago, he'd made an emergency call to Dr. Ludlow, left a rambling, rapid message that'd filled the machine's tape. Courtesy of a patient who'd no showed, she'd called back within two hours. And thank god for that. Fury had taken up residence in every nerve ending the second Y/N had suggested a fond farewell. Signed a lease when she'd disrespected him by spending her energy on comforting a woman he didn't want to forgive. Energy she should have spent on him.

"Y/N knows what she did," he'd said, a fit of laughter aching his belly. Frustration dampened the armpits of his thermal shirt. "What- What kind of person does that?"

"Did you ask her not to go?"

"I shouldn't have had to!"

Dr. Ludlow had taken a long sip on the other end. "Emotions are high right now. That's normal. Take a deep breath." When he didn't, she repeated the instruction. Then she continued her infuriating reasonableness. "You've said that one of the things you love about Y/N is her ethics. That she does what she believes is moral. This is an extension of that, not about absolving your mother. You don't have to agree with Y/N. Being angry is all right. But she can feel how she feels. Look, do you think she has your best interest at heart?"

He'd gulped down enough irritation to answer. "Yeah..."

"Try to keep remember that. And Arthur: even though you hated Penny, it's natural to grieve. For most of your life, you loved her. Give yourself permission for both."

He browsed caskets in the display room. (Display room, arrangement room, reposing room. Every room had a sanitized name.) Back in 1945, Penny had done Arthur the courtesy of prepaying for her own funeral. In an imitation of taking this seriously, he stroked his chin, considered which casket would fit within the budget, when a refrigerator box would've sufficed. Hatred still won out.

Hand hooked in the crook of his elbow, Y/N followed at his side, a palm rubbing the center of his back. She spoke in hushed tones, with a reverence entirely unearned. Said they'd cover any extra if he preferred other options. Though she meant it as caring, it felt like fretting. He stepped out of her grip to a pine box known as Going Home.

A rack of dresses stood in the corner, inoffensive sea foam and daffodil, the pastels of Easter eggs. None of them reflected the woman he'd known, the one who wore rouge and red lipstick in spite of being a shut-in. As if she expected Thomas Wayne to suddenly waltz through the door. The funeral director opened a nearby closet and presented last summer's leftovers. The swish of a skirt recalled Arthur's requests for his mother to dance with him.

Silence ensued. He chewed a cuticle. He picked the dress with roses in Penny's favorite color.

~~~~~

The service was blessedly short. Patricia stood to his left, Y/N to his right, he was stuck in the middle in his rust-colored suit. Penny hadn't been part of a parish, so Buckley's had provided a priest, a job that struck Arthur as similar to his own. Rent a clown, rent a clergy. The Father scattered dirt, read a verse or two, something about troubled hearts and loving kindness, blah blah blah. Offered the opportunity to share stories of the dearly departed. None were.

"Fleck" looked lonely on the granite gravestone, as if waiting for a second name to be inscribed in the space under "Penny." The stone's size said its proper place was a family plot, but he wasn't planning on being buried anywhere near her. The ground was soggy from spring thaw. Y/N laid a spray of white lilies and blue statice on the fresh burial mound. Arthur counted the seconds until Patricia drove them home.

"Thanks for coming. It was nice of you," he told Patricia once she'd parked in front of his building. And he meant it.

She leaned across the bench seat for a loose hug, maternal pats on his back. "Losing a parent's hard. I'm sorry." He resisted the impulse to counter that he hadn't lost anything. That would come off as weird.

Safe and sound in 4A, he loosened his tie with one hand. Changed into pajama bottoms and put his suit in the dry-cleaning pile. Y/N sat on the side of the bed to rub the soles of her feet, hung her skirt and blazer back in the closet. He left her in bra and slip to make coffee, acting on Patricia's instruction to relax.

But as the java dripped, his mind returned to the cemetery. The coldness of the earth, that Penny would be beneath it forever. Ripples of thought that wouldn't calm. His gaze drifted to the cardboard box of her belongings, tucked against the rear side of the console stereo. Out of the way, nearly possible to ignore. Now it begged for attention, called to him, a broken record stuck on a discordant song.

He lugged the box to the dining table. Dragged the trash can to stand just under the table's edge.

Bottles of blood pressure medication and aspirin rattled under his clawing hands. There were reading glasses and makeup, the clothing he'd sent when she'd been admitted. He shoved it all away. The "Golden Years, My Ass!" mug must've been a bingo prize, because his mother wouldn't have picked it out. Ladies didn't swear. It clunked to the bottom of the garbage.

"Want any help?" Y/N asked from behind him, where coffee splashed into a mug. Her even delivery meant slow down, take it easy, don't let anger get the better of you. But anger was what drove him. And desperation to excise the dreaded feeling at the base of his throat, that the part of him that still referred to her as mom might miss her.

A decorated cigar box sat the bottom of the carton. Penne and rotini decorated the edges, shells comprised a poor attempt at a flower, painted gold with a satin finish. It recalled the costume jewelry she'd kept on the corner of her vanity, amongst spray perfume and talcum powder. He lifted the lid.

Y/N had asked if she could send photos and letters, but he'd had no awareness of how many she'd written. There must have been two dozen. He unfolded one with trembling fingers, his grip tightening on the edge of the box. The corner bit his palm.

Last month he did two sets at open mic night and got lots of laughs. He's a diligent student when it comes to comedy. (Was he just as good in social studies?) I love your son very much. He's happy performing and seeing him happy makes me happy.

He slid the crinkled paper back in the box and closed the lid, then pushed it to the side of the table furthest from the trash can. It would be the entirety of the keep pile. He could read how happy he made his wife all day.

But "he's happy..," "...your son..." Those twin phrases haunted, too close to Penny's secrets.

Throat narrow as a straw, he struggled to swallow. "Now I'll never know."

"Know what?"

"Who my father is. Who I am. My real name."

He glanced at Y/N long enough to read pity in her face but quick enough to miss the tender invitation. Coffee forgotten, he slunk to his desk. Dropped in the chair, snagged a pen. The scratching ballpoint echoed off the quiet of the apartment. Wetness burned the whites of his eyes. A defiant sniff as he wiped his nose.

She treaded behind him. Setting his mug on his desk with a deliberate slowness, she said she was going to read the paper and turned towards the couch.

His forceful grip on her wrist halted her. He crushed her to him in a fierce embrace, buried his face in her stomach, clenched his teeth. Cried for the truth he'd never know, grieved the mother he'd never have.

Fingertips threaded through his hair, gathered his curls at the nape of his neck. When Y/N spoke, the gossamer of her voice turned him right side out. "You're my husband and I love you," she said, and kissed the top of his head. "Doe, Wayne, or Fleck."

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[the-spindly-lady-faith]

You Die In Place of Them

a/n: im so sorry

word count: 1.4k

post date: 22-10-02

warning[s]: death, blood, loss, broken heart, guns, hanging, all angst

summary: the way certain rdr people [mostly the guys died but you died instead so they suffer that pain.

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[L.S]

It was all a grief stricken blur. Hosea dying out on the street, the whizzing bullets, the screams and shouts of the other gang members and innocent people on the streets below. Lenny gave you a semi-gentle shove to run in-front of him, willing to take anything that came your way.

He wishes he calculated his movements and timing better, watching the way you stopped and suddenly froze in-front of him. The moment started feeling like it was going in slow-mo. The door flying open, the breath catching in your throat, the way you looked over your shoulder- or tried to before you fell, and the way the blood slowly pooled around you.

He stopped for a moment, his breathing ragged as he stared at your body. You stared off into whatever, breathing shallow and shaking as your warm blood went to touch your cheek, tears wetting your cheeks. Arthur shoved him harshly, screaming for him to run, making what would probably be empty promises they'd come for your body.

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[H.M]

You were the first person he let himself really love after Bessie. You were different and yet, you reminded him of her. He loved you with his entire heart and soul, dedicating himself to you. He was definitely the old soul, a classic and cheesy kind of lover.

His heart grew seeing you in your outfit for the robbery distraction but if only he knew what would soon come to happen. You fought and pleaded with the Saint Denis police to take you instead, to let Hosea live, and they listened. It was probably the only time he'd been angry with you.

His throat grew hoarse and itchy upon screaming your name, watching your blood practically explode upon being shot. You glanced at him as much as you could as you fell, thumping against the street. He never felt so much more lost than that moment. He'd lost a person he loved again, and he couldn't do anything about it.

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[K.D]

Kieran loved you for the fact you accepted him and loved him, for the fact you saw past him being an O'Driscoll. He spent every moment possible around you because he craved every ounce of love you would pour out to him. He didn't care if his life was running away from danger, as long as he had you, he was gonna always be okay.

He started growing worried when you hadn't returned to the Shady Belle house in the general time you'd given him. Everyone tried to reassure him you were okay, that you were strong enough to hold your own. He believed them and now, he wished they never said anything. He'd been helping with something inside the house, before Karen's loud shrill scream echoed everywhere, even a few birds flying away.

Kieran rushed out to figure out the reason for her screaming and he soon felt his heart in his throat, his stomach dropping through the ground. There rode in a horse and on it sat your decapitated body, whilst holding your own eyeless, head. He never really knew what angry grief was until that moment, knowing he never got to let you know just how much he loved you.

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[S.M]

Walking towards your horses together, Arthur & Bill behind you two. You cheered and joked with him, thinking the business-gone-wrong in Rhodes was done, that you could head to camp, pack up and go somewhere new.

You'd turned on your heels, to show the other guys behind you a cheery grin, Arthur giving a little smile in response and Bill just grunting a little. The seemingly cute moment, quickly and gruesomely cut short. The loud echo of a gunshot filled the air, a few little flecks of your blood splatting on his cheek. Your body jolted, your head falling back as you now had a bleeding, gaping hole where your right eye once was.

The once happy, go-lucky man screamed for you, ducking behind crates for cover, dragging your body to him, angry tears burning at his eyes. Just moments ago, you were smiling joy at him and now you lay dead in his lap. He'd never felt so much anger in his life, aiding his friends in the gunfight, but never leaving his eyes off your body too long.

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[J.E]

Javier could probably rival Hosea in how romantic of a lover someone could be. Any gaze he gave to you was one of pure, beautiful love. He wrote songs about you, singing them on camp party nights, or even in secluded, private moments. You were his whole world and more. He devoted his life to loving you like no other (kinda like morticia and gomez).

He knew the way you were beyond in pain, choosing to leave with him, in the final stand off of the gang, knowing you couldn't even lift your gun to the men across you. After countless times of running, he convinced you to run away with him, back to his home of Mexico, and you agreed. Even there, the outlaw life followed you, but the both of you gathered in a new gang, one that seemed more put-together then Van Der Linde.

Javier fought with and for you, even when John found you both and took you into prison, Javier was with you. He was your comfort in prison, your love and your protection. You learned quickly you needed thick ass skin to survive in prison and soon, it would play part in your demise. Javier stood in the crowd of prisoners and regular people, wondering where you were until you were led up to the gallows.

A lump sat heavy in his throat, the rope being settled and tightened around your neck, your eyes meeting his. The prison warden went on and on in an angry rant of sorts. The lever was pulled and then you were gone. Javier became even more angry and resentful, finding it his one goal now, to kill the warden.

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[J.M]

Your breath came out shaking and short, tears pricking your eyes, your body shaking against John. This barn wouldn't protect you both much longer, the angry shouting people just outside the door. After a couple deep, though still shaky breaths, your eyes finally met John's.

They held as much pain as yours did in the current moment. He said nothing, touching his forehead to yours in a silent moment, in what would end up being your last sentimental moment together. He gave you one last sweet kiss, making it last as you took in his scent one last time, relishing the feeling of his lips on yours one last time, sharing one final "I love you".

You hesitantly walked to the doors after John got himself hidden, and within barely a moment of you stepping out, there was a rain of bullets. Many pierced through you, the pain becoming nothing, as the rain of bullets stopped, your body profusely bleeding as it fell back to the ground. Inside the barn, John cried for you, hating himself more than anything now for letting you die, for letting you die alone.

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[A.M]

Your body was tired, dying and weak. With any strength you had left, was spent throwing punches at Micah, who obviously was overpowering you. You coughed, your head slowly creeping to the side, seeing Dutch approached with a gun point at both you and Micah, his eyes carried nothing anymore.

You silently pleaded with Dutch who ended up doing nothing, sliding his guns back to their holsters and slowly slipping away from the scene as Micah was quick to start beating you again, landing one last punch to your jaw that dropped you to the ground. For a moment, he stood above you, a cocky and triumphant grin on his face, before walking away.

Breathing became shallow, familiar hands gently lifting your head onto his legs, as he hummed your favorite song even through the tears that started building in his eyes. The sun started peaking the far off hills and you knew, you only had a few more minutes left at most. You slowly turned your head to Arthur, reaching to hold his hand. "It'll be o-okay.. I love you, y'know." He swallowed away the lump in his throat, gently squeezing your hand. "I love you too dear..." Not too long after, he knew you were gone, staring at the rising sun and still, you held his hand.

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a/n: im genuinely so sorry, its okay cause i hurt myself too.

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