#arthur fleck fanfiction

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Hello! i’m wondering if you could possibly write an Arthur Fleck fic where it’s y/n’s first time meeting Arthur. Possibly at one of his comedy shows, or in the apartments, which ever. In the fic, i just want them to possibly feel a connection between each other. Hopefully you see this!

Hi there!! Got a little carried away with this one, but I had a lot of fun writing it! I read comedy show or apartments and I was like “why not both!”😂 I hope I did your idea justice! Thank you for your request!

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The Spark ✧.*

‣ Pairing: Arthur Fleck x GN!Reader

‣ 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.

‣ Genre: Fluff

‣ Warnings: None!

‣ Word Count: 5,158

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You absent-mindedly swirled the straw inside of your drink, one elbow positioned on the dimly lit table beside it as you supported your chin with the palm of your hand. Glancing around the room for what had to have been the hundredth time that night, you let out a disappointed sigh.

"Stood up again, huh?" You muttered to yourself. "Just my luck…"

The crowd around you laughed, and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve assumed they were laughing at you. Rather, they were all focused on the pretentious man standing under the spotlight on the small platform stage. It was a Thursday night at Pogo’s, which meant the mic was open to any comedian daring enough to take on the task of trying to make the dreary people of Gotham laugh. This particular comedian seemed to have knocked it out of the park. Everyone was practically rolling out of their seats with laughter.

Everyone, but you.

You wouldn’t say you were a hard person to please when it came to humor. There were many things you found funny —even a lot of the darker stuff. Your humor just didn’t align with the misogynistic and overall bigoted jokes that seemed to be ever-flowing from this guy’s mouth. Having arrived at Pogo’s nearly an hour and a half ago, you could confidently say that the jokes from everyone else that had taken the stage that night had been no different. Quite frankly, you were bored.

It wasn’t even your idea to come to Pogo’s that night. Your date recommended it, raving about the comedian who went by the same name as the one currently on stage before you. According to him, this guy was the "comedian of the century".

You could feel your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your skull just thinking about it.

Dating in Gotham had left you jaded, and this was one of the many reasons why. You just couldn’t seem to find someone you truly felt a connection to. After being on so many first dates with multifarious characters —all of which never led to a second, you began to lose hope in finding that special someone to share your life with. At first, that reality stung like a hundred paper cuts on your lonely heart. But after some time, the loneliness faded, and you realized you didn’t really mind being alone. You enjoyed your own company better than most others’. And you never disagreed with yourself on things like whether pineapple belonged on pizza, if cereal was a soup, which superpower is the best, which jokes were funny and which were plain bad —you know, the important stuff. Whether or not you found a partner in the future was no longer a top priority on your list, as not only had you given up on the terrible dating pool of Gotham, but you had also finally found contentment within yourself and the prospects of being alone.

That was until last week, when you met the no-show date of yours in person for the first time. Your friend had mentioned him in conversation before, so you weren’t too surprised to find he had joined your scheduled get-together with a few of your other friends that evening. He introduced himself, and the two of you seemed to hit it off quite well. You didn't talk about very much, but you swore you felt something.

The spark, perhaps?

You had always been told about a special spark that you’d feel when you met "the one." However, nobody could seem to tell you what exactly it felt like. All you were told was, "You’ll know it when you feel it."

Unfortunately, you’d never get to find out whether you were right about that spark. You even stayed far longer than you normally would have for a no-show date like this. As much as you had yourself convinced that you were totally fine with being eternally single, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were still a hopeless romantic at heart, always seeking out that special connection, that special spark.

That’s why you stayed as long as you did, suffering through ninety minutes of ridiculously bad jokes —though you seemed to be the only one in the room with that opinion. Looking back, you were glad your date didn’t show. You deserved better than someone who thought the jokes you’d heard all night were the pinnacle of humor.

Cheers from the crowd around you pulled you out of your thoughts and back to the center of the room as the previous comedian could be seen waltzing off the stage. The announcer took his place at the mic, reading off the information for the next comedian in line. A disgruntled huff left your lips. The last thing you wanted was to stick around for another insufferable act filled with the same jokes. Besides, it was getting late, and you’d already waited long enough for a date that was never going to happen.

Getting ready to leave, you took one last sip of your drink and collected your things. You pulled out your wallet, fishing for a tip to leave the waiter, just as the announcer finished reading their script.

"For his whole life, was told that his purpose in life is to bring happiness and joy into this cold, dark world…Uh…Right. Everyone, please help me welcome Arthur Fleck!"

Your ears perked up at those words. That introduction was much more interesting than any of the others you’d heard. Still, you continued to search for the five-dollar bill you knew you had somewhere in your wallet, not paying any mind to the clapping around you or what was happening on stage.

That was, until he spoke.

"Hello, it’s good to be here." His velvety voice was laced with nervousness. He chortled, but it didn’t sound natural at all.

Forgetting about the tip, you glanced up at the man in the spotlight. Your heart unexpectedly fluttered in your chest as you observed the man —Arthur, was it?— closely.

He wore a merlot-colored vest over a white button-up shirt, paired with matching red slacks and brown loafers. His hair was slightly brushed back, little brown curls framing his face that stopped just a couple inches above his shoulders. Dark eyebrows highlighted a pair of eyes so strikingly green that you could distinctly see them from the back of the room where you were seated.

Arthur… He was certainly handsome. What concerned and intrigued you was the veil of pain over his smile and eyes and the underlying strain in his voice. There was something about him that drew you in —made you want to know more. Your wallet laid disregarded on the table as your eyes remained focused on him.

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Arthur swallowed back the growing lump in his throat. "Not now. Remember your practice." He repeated these words over and over in his head, begging the laughter not to take over again. He had performed this act once before a couple of months ago, but his condition had stolen the show from him, which left everyone laughing at him and not his jokes. He was embarrassed, but he couldn’t help but think, "What’s new?". Yet, after that failed performance, he somehow felt more determined to try again. He practiced and practiced any time he had the chance, often in the mirror or in his living room in front of an imagined audience.

He really felt like he had it down pat this time. All he had to do was get ahold of his laughter long enough to get through it.

Clearing his throat, he glanced down at the journal gripped tight by his trembling hands before looking back up at the audience.

"I h-hated school as a kid." One line down, and he only slightly chuckled. He made sure to smile like he rehearsed.

"My mother would say, 'You should enjoy it; one day you’ll have to work for a living.'"

Arthur could feel his throat closing up again. Sweat began to bead on his forehead from the stress and the hot stage lights above. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself before moving on to the punch line.

"N-No, I won't, ma’, I’m gonna be a comedian!" He held his arms out with a smile.

Scanning the silent audience, he began to feel his confidence crumble. As it did, the laughter became harder to suppress. He awaited his own doom…

A giggle could be heard somewhere in the distance. Arthur felt a bolt of excitement run through him, reviving his dwindling composure as he quickly began searching for the owner of the laugh amongst the dark sea of judging eyes around him.

Finally, they landed on you.

Arthur was immediately captivated by your beauty. You were all dressed up, your hair was done up nicely, and your radiant smile was pointed directly at him. You even laughed at his joke! Or were you just laughing at him like everyone else typically did? He wasn’t the best at reading people, but your smile seemed warm and your eyes friendly. And honestly, with your eyes locked on him in that very moment, he didn’t really care much whether he was misreading that or not. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something that drew him to you —made him want to keep making you smile like that.

Arthur took his newfound confidence and continued with his act, trying his hardest to illicit more of that wonderful sound you made earlier.

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For the first time all night, you laughed. Not even a pity laugh, like the few you’d heard sprinkled amongst the quiet. Arthur evidently had some sort of condition he struggled with, but despite that, he was genuinely funny. The more he continued with his act, the more you found yourself laughing. You didn’t even care if you were the only person in the room who found his jokes hilarious. They clearly had terrible taste, and dammit, you were actually enjoying yourself!

It seemed like after he and you made eye contact, his laughter subsided a bit, enough for him to get through things a little more smoothly. Even so, you still felt deep concern each time he seemed to choke on the laughter that forced its way past his lips. You had never heard of such a condition, but it was clear to you that his laughter was not voluntary. You found yourself admiring his bravery and persistence, even when he was continuously cut off by his painful laughter, and eventually, the announcer, telling him his time was up.

You felt your blood boil at the announcer for interrupting his act so rudely. The other comedians had been allowed to finish their full acts, even if they went over their allotted time. They just wanted Arthur off the stage.

A pang of worry hit you as Arthur’s laughter finally got the better of him and came out in full force. You felt the urge to leap out of your chair and help him as he buckled over with his back turned against the audience, covering his mouth as if trying to stuff the laughter back inside himself. You didn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was, so instead, you clapped. Not once did you clap at the end of the other comedian’s acts that night. But Arthur, he made you truly laugh. If any one of them deserved praise and support, it was him.

You clapped loudly enough to fill the deafening silence in the room, standing up in your chair with a smile. Arthur turned his head to look at you, his lips tugging into a genuine smile that reached his eyes before he was abruptly taken over by another fit of laughter. Your eyes followed him as he quickly scurried off the stage, heading into the backstage area. Your heart tugged against your chest at the sudden absence of him, a sensation that confused you.

It couldn’t possibly be the spark you’d been searching for…right? You barely knew the man.

You didn’t give yourself any more time to think before you tossed a random bill onto the table and rushed towards the backstage area you had seen him vanish into. Your feet moved quickly down the stairs, your eyes scanning around for him. Stopping in an unfamiliar room, you found it to be filled with nothing but framed photos of popular comedians who had performed at Pogo’s and a TV hung in the top left corner by the stairs from which you came. It was quiet and empty, but there was a hallway ahead that you hoped might lead you to the person you were seeking.

This time, you hesitated before moving your feet. Was this weird? Creepy, even? All you wanted was to speak to him face-to-face. Tell him his act was great. But would a normal person come bursting through backstage all for that?

"Hey!" You jumped at the booming voice behind you. "Didn’t you read the sign? Performers only!"

You spun around on your heels, not even looking the person in the eye as you mumbled an apology before quickly racing back up the stairs and heading straight for the exit of the building.

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For days after, you couldn’t stop thinking about how ridiculous an idea that was. You were certain that if you did happen to meet Arthur then, he would’ve thought you were crazy. You didn’t know him at all. He definitely didn’t know you. All you knew of him was what you observed in less than 7 minutes of his act. You made eye contact a few times, he smiled at you, whatever. Nothing special.

So why was it that you couldn’t get him out of your head?

Weeks passed, and the thoughts of Arthur Fleck persisted. You went over the memory of him from that night about a million times. Not just that, you’d been catching yourself imagining what he was doing at any given hour, as well as what kind of person he was. The thoughts kept coming and coming, frequently hindering your focus and only growing louder in the darkest hours of the night. You were beginning to question your own sanity a little. Obsessively thinking about a stranger you barely knew surely wasn’t normal. You knew this, yet you couldn’t seem to separate him from your mind, no matter how hard you tried.

There was just something about him. The way he shined so brightly against the depressing gloom of the city, despite the odds stacked against him —that which you knew you’d only seen the smallest glimpse of. He was a rare gem in Gotham, and you felt lucky to have witnessed him in person. Your only regret was that you never got to officially meet him.

With Gotham being so largely populated, you knew the chances of seeing him again were slim to none. If only you hadn't missed your chance. You’d debated going to Pogo's again in hopes that you’d catch another one of his performances, but you lacked the time, money, and, quite frankly, the willpower to sit through any more of those other dreadful acts. You may have been bordering on crazy when it came to your interest in this complete stranger, but you weren’t THAT desperate.

So, you let him go. Tried to, at least. He still popped into your head frequently throughout your days, but you managed to accept the grief of never getting to know who Arthur Fleck truly was, telling yourself that he was probably not as special as you made him out to be in your head. Arthur Fleck was just a stranger you projected your deepest desires onto, making him out to be the kind of partner you’d always wanted to share your life with but could never seem to find out in the real world. There was no such thing as the ‘spark', the magical connection people always talked about in the movies and that your friends and family raved about. Maybe it was real for them, but not for you. Foolish, were you, to think otherwise…

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Arthur had been distracted lately, more so than usual. He frequently spent a lot of time in his head; contemplating life, crafting jokes, having conversations with himself, daydreaming scenarios that helped him cope with the harshness of his reality. But as of late, most of his mind had been consumed by one particular subject.

You.

He didn’t know you. Didn’t even know your name. But something about you left a lasting imprint on his mind for days, weeks after his last gig at Pogo’s.

Your beauty, your smile, the way your eyes perked up when they met his. Even at the far end of the dark room, you stood out so clearly to him. And the things he felt when he heard your laughter...he couldn’t possibly describe in words. Never had he been filled with such warmth from a stranger —and all you did was laugh at his jokes! Nobody ever laughed at his jokes.

Nobody, but you.

And you didn’t laugh at him once. He paid close attention to see if you would, all while hoping with everything he had that you wouldn’t. Instead, he was met with an expression filled with joy and kindness, and at certain moments, deep compassion for him.

If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have been able to get through his act. Your laughter was what kept him going and inspired him not to give up. That’s why he wanted to be a comedian in the first place. To make people laugh. To give people a sense of happiness that he himself had been cruelly stripped of his entire life. As Arthur had regrettably learned time and time again, most people found that sense of happiness in laughing at him, seeing him hurt, beating him down —but not in his jokes. Even his own mother didn’t think he was funny.

But you did. And that mean the entire world to him.

Since then, there was seldom a moment in which thoughts of you weren’t floating around his head. He pondered over everything he could remember about you. He imagined what you were like, what your name was, what made you smile, if you had a partner. He selfishly pretended you didn’t for the sake of the daydreams he created of you and him together, despite knowing that if you were to meet him, you’d probably want nothing to do with him. Hell, he wasn’t even convinced you were actually real. How could someone as perfect as you exist? Nobody in Gotham had a smile that bright. Nobody in Gotham would ever openly show him such kindness and warmth. It was impossible…right?

Arthur carried on with his life, knowing that you were likely just a part of his imagination, and he once again confused fantasy with reality. He had been watching too many romantic films lately, and it got to his head, that’s all.

But that certainly didn’t stop the persistent thoughts of you and the deep desire that you did really exist. That, for the first time, he had been truly seen by someone real.

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"Shit. Dammit. Come on," you cursed under your breath as you struggled to lock your friend’s car with one hand, all while performing a balancing act with an overflowing box of items in your arms and two bags slung over your shoulders.

You felt lucky to have such great friends —the kind that would let you borrow their car when you suddenly got evicted from your apartment. You weren’t feeling too lucky about that, but at least you had people you could rely on to help you through it.

It didn’t help that it was such short notice, leaving you scrambling to find somewhere else to live. Your friends had offered to let you stay on their couches while you searched, but as it turned out, there was only one place within reasonable distance of your job that you could afford, so your search didn’t last long. It wasn’t a great place, by any means. It looked to be practically falling apart, and it was in a terribly dangerous area of Gotham, but you would take that over being on the streets any day. Besides, it was cheap enough that you would conveniently save a few bucks a month. Not much, but it was better than not being able to afford the rent at all.

After successfully locking the car, you walked carefully towards the entrance of the apartment building. With how exhausted you were from frantically packing everything at the last minute, the last thing you wanted to do was take multiple trips to and from your friend’s car for some basic necessities. That said, you made a mental note to move your friend’s car to a safer location before the end of the day. Apparently, the area was known for a lot of car break-ins and robberies.

You walked through the entrance of the building, not having much time to look for where to go before you abruptly collided with someone in front of you, causing most of the items in your arms to fall onto the dirty checkered floor below your feet.

"God, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t really looking—I mean, I couldn’t really see where I was going, and I...I’m sorry," you said as you rushed to pick up all your belongings off the floor. Wanting to avoid witnessing the stranger judge your frazzled state, you kept your eyes glued to the ground and focused on putting things back together in a way that would allow you to carry it all again.

"It’s alright. I wasn’t looking where I was going either," the stranger responded. They seemed surprisingly understanding, something you were not used to receiving in the merciless city you resided in.

"Sorry. H-Here, let me help," he added, just as you noticed the familiar brown loafers on the stranger’s feet. Suddenly, the rest began falling into place.

Wait a minute…That voice. You knew that voice.

You shot your head up just as the stranger crouched down to help you pick up your things. Your eyes met in that moment, leaving you both frozen in place for an unknown amount of time as you each took in the familiar face of the person before you.

It was Arthur. The man you had been thinking about for an embarrassing amount of time. It had been almost a month since you’d seen his act at Pogo's, and thoughts of him still remained active in your mind all this time later, despite your many attempts to lock them away and forget about him.

The chances of you two seeing each other again were so very slim, and yet, there you were, crouched at eye level on the floor, staring at one another in shock. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you realized you had been blatantly staring at him for what would definitely be considered too long and scrambled to find something to say.

"You’re Arthur Fleck from—"

"You were the one who—"

You and Arthur laughed sheepishly, heat rising to your cheeks as you looked into each other's eyes.

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There was that laugh he’d been craving to hear all month. It filled his ears and soothed his soul. Even better, your speaking voice was the most heavenly sound he’d ever heard. The way you said his name was enough to have him on the verge of melting into a complete puddle on the floor, and it took all of his conscious energy not to do just that. He was surprised you even remembered him at all. ‘Memorable’ was not a word Arthur would even think to associate himself with. Arthur was invisible to much of the world around him. But strangely, miraculously, not to you.

Not only that…you seemed to be real. The fact that he was so shocked to find out you were the person he ran into pointed more to the possibility of you not just being a figment of his imagination. Never in a million years had he expected to find you in this dump, of all places.

"Y-Yes, that’s me. I’m Arthur." He nodded timidly. "Why are you here?"

"What a stupid question. You didn’t even ask for their name!" he thought. He tried to think of the right things to say in this kind of situation. He had imagined many scenarios of meeting you, but never like this. It became harder to breathe as he realized he had already said the wrong thing. Now you probably thought he was rude and a loser. Why did he always have to mess everything up?

Surprisingly, though, you laughed.

"I swear, I’m not stalking you!" You joked, putting your hands up in playful defense. "I’m actually moving in today." Arthur felt relief fill his being, but the threat of a laughing fit still loomed over his head. You were just so pretty, and perfect, and so much better than he had imagined. He would never forgive himself if he messed this up.

"I’m Y/N, by the way. It’s nice to officially meet you…I’m assuming you live here?" You smiled at him, radiating the same warmth he had received from you at Pogo’s all those nights ago. If he could bask in it forever, he would.

Y/N… Your name definitely suited you better than any of the ones he came up with in his mind. He avoided the temptation to repeat it aloud in front of you. He wanted to know what it felt like rolling off his tongue.

"Yeah, eighth floor," he said. "What floor are you on?" 

Your eyes grew wide, and you blinked a few times in what appeared to be shock.

"E-Eighth floor…"

Now it was Arthur’s turn to feel shocked. What a strange twist of events that seemingly led you both here. Arthur thought he’d given up on fate, seeing as his life had only been filled with one traumatic event after another, no matter how hard he tried to change things for the better. Either fate had a nasty grudge against him or everything was all random chance, and he just so happened to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. For Arthur, it was easier to believe the latter. At least that way, he still had some sense of control over his life. He’d take his chances in a battle against bad luck over some divine force that he surely stood no chance against.

As he gazed upon you now, he couldn’t help but feel conflicted once more. Maybe he was wrong about fate. Sure, it was his performance at Pogo’s that caught your attention, but Arthur certainly wasn’t the one that led you to being at the club that night, nor the reason that you were moving here —on the same floor of the apartment building he lived in, no less. Maybe it was luck, maybe it was a crazy coincidence, or maybe it was something more…

A glimmer of hope filled his heart as he smiled at you. Maybe you were real, and maybe fate was too. If all the terrible things he went through were the exact things required for him to end up here in this very moment with you, then it was all worth it to him.

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Arthur was surprisingly not much different than what you imagined him to be like. He was very sweet, and you found his timidity around you charming. Your heart fluttered every time he smiled at you. The smiles he presented you now were not veiled with pain like the ones you had seen from him on stage. They were soft and sincere, and they accentuated the wrinkles around his pretty green eyes.

You accepted his offer to help you carry your things up to your apartment. He claimed he was headed that way anyway, though you swore he had been exiting the building when you ran into him. The possibility of him dropping his plans to help you instead released a whole swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

Arthur pressed the elevator button for the eighth floor, shifting the weight of the box in his arms as he did so. He had insisted on carrying both the heavy box and one of your bags for you, leaving you to carry a few smaller items and the other bag slung around your shoulder.

"I, um…I never got to tell you how much I loved your act! I wanted to speak to you afterwards, but…I guess I missed you," you said.

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that…" He shot you an apologetic look.

"Don’t worry about it." You smiled. "I’m just glad I get to tell you now. You’re really funny, Arthur. Funnier than all those other comedians, if you ask me."

Arthur’s cheeks turned a rosy pink as he looked down at the box in his arms, a big smile taking over his face. "Thank you. That means a lot."

The elevator door screeched open, and the two of you walked down the hallway of your shared floor, your conversation continuing on the way to your door. You both found yourselves walking slower to avoid the inevitable end of the moment you were so immersed in.

Something about the way Arthur spoke to you made you feel special. His tone was gentle, and his eyes held a deep curiosity for every word that you spoke in return. The more the two of you talked, the more comfortable you began to feel around him, and you could sense Arthur felt the same way; his previous nerves now diminished as he casually walked alongside you.

Eventually, you arrived at your destination, but that did nothing to cease your talking. Arthur amusingly pointed out the fact that your apartment was directly across from his and joked about bringing a shitty casserole to your place to welcome you to the neighborhood. You noticed Arthur’s face brighten even more as you laughed at this.

He even offered to help you gather the rest of your things and bring them into your apartment, which you happily agreed to —not only for the help but for the extra time you’d get to spend with him. You were ever so curious to know more about the mysterious Arthur Fleck, who had nearly consumed your every thought for so many days. He intrigued you more than anyone else you’d ever met, the bright light of his soul drawing you nearer like a moth to a flame.

It was at that moment that you finally understood. The spark you’d been seeking your whole life was neither a thing nor a feeling. It was a person.

Finally, you had found your spark.

And his name was Arthur Fleck.

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A Kind Stranger

Summary: You're just the clerk of Arkham State Hospital's information desk. The days are long, the paperwork is innumerous, the people who approach your window are uncaring. But for whatever reason, you just can't help yourself from being moved when you are approached by one Arthur Fleck.

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“Wait!” you yelled, watching with fear as a man sprinted away from your window with his mother’s file clutched to his chest.

Not fear of him. Fear for him.

Arthur Fleck had approached your information desk shortly earlier with exhaustion painting every deep line of his face, introducing himself and requesting to read Arkham’s file of his mother, Penny. A file from 30 years ago, stored deep in the halls of Arkham’s basement. You hadn’t had the heart to refuse. His long, curly hair was greasy and unwashed, his ill-fitting clothes rumpled, and the bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, like he hadn’t slept in days. He kept his head bowed, hands stuffed in his pockets, and the quiet rasp of his voice was halting and unsure. This man had just looked so... deeply sad. 

As reluctant as you’d been to go hunting through decades-old records, you couldn’t send this poor man away empty-handed. If it was his mother’s file, he must’ve had an important reason for needing to see it.

Arkham Hospital’s basement’s organization system was a living nightmare. The room itself was dark with flickering and broken lights. Your footsteps and drips of something echoed through the cramped space. Nothing was ever in order, alphabetical or otherwise; it had taken you longer than you liked to finally find the box the file was stored in, with blooms of mold creeping up one of the lower corners. As you hunted, you were afraid this Arthur had gotten tired of waiting and must’ve left, but he was still patiently waiting at your window when you returned. Your footsteps announced your arrival. As you approached you caught a glimpse of him pushing his hair back and running his hands over his face as he faced your window.

Arthur hadn’t seemed bothered by the wait, almost as if he’d hardly noticed. He was clearly lost in thought while you apologized. As you rooted through the decaying box for his mother’s file, he’d asked a question: how someone could even end up in Arkham. You’d glanced at him; the shadows of his face looked heavier under Arkham’s harsh fluorescent lighting, his skin pallid. Well, some had hurt themselves, you’d responded. Some had hurt others. Or both. And some just had nowhere else to go. Arkham was the only safe place they had. 

Arthur had accepted this answer with the smallest smile tugging at his thin lips, not quite looking you in the eye. 

“Yeah... being in here is better than dying on the sidewalk,” he’d joked. His delivery was flat and cadence off but you’d smiled and quietly laughed anyway.

“That’s funny,” you’d mumbled down into the box, growing shy.

A drop of eagerness creeped into Arthur’s voice. “You know, I’ve been in here before, a few times.” 

You paused and glanced at him. “...Oh, yeah?”

“The accommodations left something to be desired,” his smile turned wry, like he was letting you in on a secret. And you suppose, in a way, he was. Most wouldn’t share something so personal. “But you can’t beat the views.” 

“Views? But there’s bars over the windows, aren’t there?”

“Exactly.”

Arthur’s eyebrows were raised, tired face almost expectant, as if trying to gauge your reaction. It was cute how hard he was trying to joke. You shook your head with a soft laugh. “Bars. Average Gothamite’s favorite place, I suppose. Oh, here it is―”

As you finally discovered Penny’s file, still intact and safe from the creeping mold, you hadn’t noticed the sparkle in Arthur’s green eyes, or his small wry smile growing more genuine. When you looked back up at him to show it to him, it was difficult to tell through the plastic grate but he’d almost looked... lighter in a way. Softer. Not by much―Arthur still looked pretty haggard, shoulders still heavy and still leaning his tired head against the grate―but the difference was plain.  You preferred this lighter look to him.

Penny’s diagnosis hadn’t shocked you as you read it aloud to him: you’d been a file-keeping clerk at this crummy window for years and had read files that were tougher to stomach than this. But you’d faltered when you reached a mention of the endangerment of her own child. Arthur. Coldness washed over you. Your eyes skimmed the rest of the first page quickly and caught bits of descriptions of the abuse he’d suffered as a child, too young for him to possibly remember, but severe enough to leave marks that would never heal. On the inside at least. And there were so many more pages.

Your heart grew heavy and sunk in your chest as you met Arthur’s wide, unblinking eyes staring into yours. He was as frozen as you were. 

You couldn’t let him see this. This man had looked so sorrowful and close to breaking already; you didn’t want to think about how reading this file would affect him. He clearly had little idea of what was in it. When Arthur questioned you, with a small, broken ‘what,’ you had fumbled and tried to make up an excuse as to why he couldn’t read the full thing. Something about rules and regulations, but your excuse sounded flimsy even to you. 

Arthur remained silent, still staring wide-eyed at you, then after a moment lowered his gaze towards the file in your hands on the counter. His jaw set. You’d barely registered his very quiet ‘sorry’ before he’d snatched the file out of your hands through the aperture of the window grate and bolted away. 

You shouted after him, stunned and scared, but he was halfway down the hall already. Arthur spared one glance back at you over his shoulder. Even through the grate and the distance, you could see the fear shining in Arthur’s eyes. 

He stumbled slightly as he turned back around, and sprinted around the corner out of sight. Your heart pounded in your chest. He was desperate. Despite barely knowing this man, you couldn’t stop yourself from following after him. 

The distant heavy slam of a door almost didn’t register to you. Almost.

You’d been stuck behind this dead-end window for years, unable to get employed as an actual therapist at Arkham. This minimum wage clerk job had been your best foot in the door here, but before you’d known it, three years had passed. All you’d ever wanted is to help a struggling person in need. That was your dream, the whole reason you’d wanted a career in mental health. But who could you have helped through a window, reciting information to? 

But Arthur could be helped. Something about him cried out for it, like he’d been reaching out for a little bit of kindness his whole life. In the way he carried himself, in the way he spoke, in his tense gait, in how he had seemed so eager to make you laugh―a complete stranger―in the fragile vulnerability wrapped around him like his tan jacket.

But you could reach back to him. Or you wanted to try, at least.

If you caught up to him first. 

Uncaring of who would man your desk, you dashed out of the side door and down the hall after him. Stragglers in the hall watched you with dazed confusion. You felt just as confused as to why you felt so strongly for this near stranger. Crossing the corner, you froze. Arthur wasn’t in this hallway. There’s no way he could’ve crossed the next corner so quickly, and every door on this level was locked to unauthorized personnel.The memory of that one distant slam of a door flashed in your mind. The stairwell, you thought, before darting to the heavy door. 

It slammed shut behind you. You were preparing to race down the stairs, but froze in your tracks. 

The echoes of agonized laughter bounced through the empty stairwell.

The voice was unmistakably Arthur Fleck. Your heart caught in your throat and you swallowed. Energy faded, replaced by unsureness. You creeped down the stairs cautiously, peeking over the guardrail to try to see him on one of the lower levels, to no avail. Arthur’s laughter pulled at you, pulled you down step after step. It shook you. How could laughter sound so much like crying?

You crossed a corner and finally saw him on the level just below. Arthur, looking so small, hunched over and clutching his mother’s file to his chest. Pained laughter shook through him, mixed with sobs, chest heaving with tears streaming down his face. A deeply private, vulnerable moment. Tears pricked at your eyes. You shouldn’t be here, you knew. This wasn’t a sight meant for a stranger. But now that you were here, you couldn’t leave this man to suffer alone. 

He seemed like he’d been alone for a long, long time.

But what could you even do...?

“Arthur?” you called out softly.

Arthur startled, making a surprised, scared noise and hunching over farther. He ran his sleeve against his nose. His voice was thick with emotion: shame, fragility, horror, and a dozen others you couldn’t place. “I― I’m sorry. I had to―”

―Was all he got out before laughter constricted his chest again and wrung itself out of him. It was a pained, wheezing sound; your heart squeezed. Before you knew it, the distance between you had disappeared, footsteps clinking on every step, until Arthur was right before you in arm’s reach. 

“Are...” You trailed off, unsure of what to say. Or what to do. 

You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, small and boney under your hold. Between guffaws beginning to sound more like sobs again, Arthur shook his head and choked out in ashamed defense, “I’m― sorry; it’s a― a condition.”

He took one small shuffle towards the next flight of stairs leading down, but didn’t retreat any farther. You vaguely remembered a condition that caused uncontrollable laughter from your studies, though the name escaped you. It had always looked painful. As painful as Arthur’s laughter seems to be now. His eyes were red and squeezed tight, face brightly flushed. Just as Arthur ducked his head and wrapped a hand over his mouth, you couldn’t help yourself. You wrapped your arms around him. In an embrace.

The embarrassment of hugging a near stranger was absent at that moment, though you shook with nerves and emotion regardless. So many times you had been in his position, distressed and suffering, and no one had ever been there to console you; you wouldn’t let this man struggle through the same. 

Arms around his back, every rib and vertebrae prominent and shaking under you, Arthur against your chest. His laughter faltered for just a moment as he froze; he inhaled sharply trying to catch his breath, before a new, albeit quieter attack seized him. Though he didn’t embrace you in return (and you didn't expect him to), his head fell against your shoulder. Echoes of laughter through the stairwell became muffled into you. Tears and mucus were staining your work shirt but none of that mattered.

“You apologized,” you murmured. “Don’t. I’m the one who’s sorry. I wish I knew what to say.”

You weren’t sure how much time passed like that, holding Arthur protectively until the traces of his muffled laughter and tears petered out. Until all that was left was a haunting silence. But he didn’t pull away. 

Neither of you said anything for a long time, as Arthur sniffled and tried to catch his breath. 

When Arthur finally pulled away from you, his eyes were downcast. Brows remained knotted, redness still colored his face. He was still hunched over his file, like an attempt to keep himself small so he couldn’t be noticed. Or hurt. His gentle, raspy voice was now raw and numb when he finally spoke. 

“I don’t... ...Are you real?”

Your eyes softened. “I think so, yes. As real as you are.”

Arthur didn’t react, didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Ah. You added on, “And you are. Real.”

The shake of Arthur’s head was almost imperceptible. He didn’t believe you. Your heart grew cold and heavy anew in your chest. Had he struggled to believe that? That he was real?

A moment passed. He gazed down at his file, the many pages containing pain you couldn’t have fathomed for him. You couldn’t read the look in his eyes. Steely anger and hollow vulnerability swirled around Arthur. Then he looked away and held the file out to you.

“...Here.”

Concern twitched on your face. Not quite taking it from him, you held one of the worn edges. After a brief pause, you said, “You can keep it... if you want to.”

“I don’t,” he whispered. 

You didn’t need to ask if he was sure. After such a painful episode, it was no surprise to you if he never wanted to read a single word of this file again. As if it was made of glass, you took it gingerly. 

Before you could say anything, Arthur spoke. “Why...?”

“Why what?”

For the first time since he pulled away from your embrace, Arthur looks at you. His pale green eyes were hollow. “Why are you nice to me?”

Caught off-guard, it took a moment to collect your response. But you didn’t shy away from his gaze. “Because there’s something good about you, Arthur. I can tell. ...Look, I’m just a clerk at a shitty information desk. Nobody asks me nicely for help. Nobody is respectful. Everybody just...” your tone grows more frustrated now, “makes demands. And treats me like dirt. Like they’re entitled to it, just because my job doesn’t mean shit. But you’re... one of the very few who... seem like you understand. You’re kind. That’s special, here in Gotham.”

Your face felt warm. Being this vulnerable wasn’t second nature to you; it was tough to get the words out. But all of it was true. Something about this man drew you to him, and you couldn’t make yourself pull away. Not in actions, not in words.

Arthur retreated into silence again; he stared at you as you spoke, expression impossible to read. Wet eyes searched your face, as if looking for lie or deception. When you finished, after a long moment, he hung his head. Brown curls flopped. He slid his hands into the pockets of his tan jacket and made a quiet lilting noise. Somewhere between amused and disbelieving, but still with an air that in his mind, Arthur was somewhere else entirely.

It was difficult to read him, difficult to figure out what was going through his head . Something about him felt fragile, as if made of glass. Yet he wasn’t transparent, like glass was. The vulnerable walls of Arthur’s heart seemed opaque, concealing―protecting―its contents.

Finally, Arthur sniffed and turned away from you, just slightly. The lower level of the stairs beckoned him. “I should go.”

“Oh... will you be alright? Do you have... someone you can talk to?”

For a moment, it looked like he was considering; something in his expression twitched. But then he shook his head again. You didn’t know which question his shake was reply was to, but you had a feeling it was both. 

Thunder rumbled distantly outside. It was muffled through the thick concrete slabs of Arkham’s wall, but the sound remained foreboding. And it was going to rain, you suddenly remembered. The news had been predicting a furious rainstorm today all week long. The thought of letting Arthur go home, however far home may be, all alone, in that rain... You would feel horrible if you did nothing. You felt horrible already. 

An idea sparked in your head, probably an unwise one, all common sense considering. After a moment of fidgeting, you made up your mind. “Arthur, I, um. I wouldn’t normally do this―”

Stuffing the file under your arm, you dug through your pockets to find a scrap piece of paper. Nothing. Your pockets were as bare as your heart right now. You made a noise of frustration and swore under your breath. 

At least you had a pen though, tucked into the pocket of your work shirt. Arthur’s paper-thin lips were parted when he turned back, a hundred questions running through his tired eyes. 

You grabbed the pen, before gesturing to his hand. “May I?”

Confused and almost dazed, Arthur gave you his hand; you held it tenderly in your own, palm-up. Not surprisingly, his hand was freezing, almost shocking you with the frigidity. Surely the cold seeping into this stone stairwell wasn’t helping any. The weight of his hand though was solid and real against you, sturdy fingers thin and stained with nicotine―a smoker, then. 

You held the tip of the pen to his palm, not quite touching yet, before trying and failing not to sound too self-conscious as you ask, “May I write my number on you? I don’t... ah, have any paper on me.”

“...Okay,” Arthur said after a moment, watching with wide, wet eyes the careful strokes your pen made against his palm, as you gave him such a personal part of you. The pungent smell of the wet ink curled around the two of you, the only sound in the empty stairwell the soft scratching of the felt tip against dry skin.

“Um, I still have work for another few hours, but you can call me later, when I get home? Around seven.” Anxiety setting in, you continued in a ramble, “If you want to, I mean. If you need someone to talk to. Or someone to listen...? I dunno. Whatever you’d like. Forgive me, if this is too forward.”

As the final number dried, before you let go of his hand, Arthur mumbled something you couldn’t make out. 

“Pardon?”

“I don’t even know your name...” 

“Oh. Sorry,” you flushed, and gave your name to him. Arthur’s hand finally dropped from yours. It didn’t slide into his pocket again just yet, hanging at his side. Not ready to pull away from you completely.

Arthur repeated it softly, just under his breath. It sounded special, in his gentle voice, and your heart thrummed. 

“Thank you,” Arthur said. “...You’re one of the only people who’s ever been nice to me.”

He shuffled to the stairs, murmuring a quiet, bye. 

You watched him go dolefully, and a part of you went with him. “Get home safe, Arthur.”

When he didn’t respond, with a soft sigh you turned away and pushed yourself back up the stairs, back towards your window, back towards your dead end. You never saw Arthur pause on the bottom step of the next flight for just a moment and bring the hand you penned your number on up to his chest. As if grounding himself. Or making sure he was real. Arthur still doubted that you were real, either. He didn’t know anything anymore, not after reading that file. The whole world felt muffled and dull around him. 

Arthur delicately traced a finger over each number. Though mostly dry, the ink left the faintest stain on the pad of his index finger. But this was real, Arthur realized. This was real. And against his better instincts, Arthur allowed himself a small, quiet moment of hope. Maybe this kind stranger was the first good thing to happen to him. For maybe the first time in forever. 

#arthur fleck #joker 2019 #arthur fleck x reader #fanfiction #arthur fleck fanfiction #mine

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May I get Arthur x Reader. Reader has heat exhaustion and Arthur cools them of after they pass out. I'm hot afff now lmaooo

A/N: thank you for your request. This has been in my drafts for ages, oh dear lord. 😅 I remember I thought I published it, but I didnt. I'm sorry.

Words count:416

The scorching sun beat down relentlessly on the city as the heatwave engulfed Gotham. You and Arthur decided to take a stroll in the park, hoping for some respite from the oppressive heat. But the unforgiving weather took its toll on you, and you soon found yourself feelin dizzy and weak from heat exhaustion.

"Arthur?" You whispered in a weak voice alarming him.

Concerned, Arthur looked at you. He saw you were about to pass out and quickly led you to a shaded bench under a large tree. You sat down and he cupped your face in his hands, worry etched across his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You looked at him, into his green eyes, and tried to nod but your head was spinning too much. "I-I think I just need some water," you managed to whisper before everything went black, and you passed out in Arthur's arms.

Panicking, Arthur quickly sprang into action.

"Oh no, oh no." He murmured to himself.

He gently cradled you on the bench and rushed to find a water fountain, tripping over his feet. When he returned, he gently splashed water on your face, hoping to revive you.

"Come on, please wake up," he urged softly, his heart pounding with worry. "I'm here, and I won't leave your side."

He covered his mouth to suppress his laughing fit, hoping it won't hit him right now.

Slowly, you began to stir, your eyes fluttering open. Arthur's relief was palpable, his panic slowly ceasing as he continued to cool you down with water, gently brushing your forehead with his wet sleeve.

"You scared me," he confessed, his soft voice wavering slightly, his brows slightly knitted. "I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

You managed a weak smile, touched by Arthur's concern. His face was all you could see as it was only inches away from yours, "Thank you for taking care of me," you murmured, your voice still shaky.

Arthur smiled back, his eyes filled with genuine affection. "Always, I'll always take care of you," he vowed, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

As the sun gradually set, the heat began to subside, and the cool breeze provided much-needed relief. your strength returned, thanks to Arthur's loving support, and you two walked home together, hand in hand, knowing you had someone to lean on in both the scorching heat and the darkest moments of life. You were utterly thankful for that.

#joker #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #joker 2019 #arthur fleck fanfiction #joker fanfiction

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Chapters: 2/16 Fandom: Joker (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Arthur Fleck/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Arthur Fleck, Original Female Character(s), Joker, Joker (Joker 2019) Additional Tags: X - Freeform, Mia Goth - Freeform, arthur fleck - Freeform, Joker - Freeform Summary:

"Batman the Animated Series had a unique drawing style. The animators used light colors on black paper, the complete opposite of the animation industry standard."

This is the feeling I would like you to take out of this little story. A black background filled with interesting, and sometimes sexy characters, living in Gotham in a full dark bloom of emotions.

#fanfic #mia goth #joaquin phoenix #joker #maxine #arthur fleck #arthur fleck fanfic #arthur fleck fanfiction #joker 2019 #folie a deux

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Joaquin Phoenix Characters Masterlist

updated 08 November 2023

Multiple Character Headcanons and Listicles

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as University Students

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Cupcakes

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters - Sleepover Headcanons

• If Joaquin Phoenix Characters Went on Dates

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Comfort Foods

• Holiday Gift Ideas for Joaquin Phoenix Characters

• Commodus, Abbé, and Joe as Parents 

Abbé de Coulmier from Quills

• The World’s a Broken Bone: The Abbé comforts the reader - a nurse at Charenton - when they have a severe migraine.

• Let Me Save You: A crossover with Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

• The Ballad of Mona Lisa: The reader confesses to the Abbé about fantasies that they have been experiencing lately. (Smut)

• Abbé de Coulmier x Light Academia (aesthetic board)

Arthur Fleck from Joker

• Yandere Arthur Fleck Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck and Joker Jealousy Headcanons

• NSFW Headcanons

• Yandere!Arthur and Yandere!Joker Dealing With Rejection in Public

• Joker and Cruella de Ville Crossover Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck x 50s Retrocore

Bruno Weiss from The Immigrant

• Bruno Weiss x Roaring 20s (Aesthetic Board)

Clay Bidwell from Clay Pigeons

• Misery Loves Company: Clay meets the reader at a bar and the two of them have a much-needed break from their troubles.

• Hey Good Lookin’: Clay loves it when his girlfriend sits on his lap and asks him for a kiss (fluff)

Emperor Commodus from Gladiator

• Imagine Teaching Commodus to Slow Dance

• The Courtesan: The reader is a dancer that catches the eye of Emperor Commodus at a party

• ‘Till I Hear You Sing: A song-based fic based on “Til I Hear You Sing” from Love Never Dies

• What I Did For Love: Continuation from ‘Til I Hear You Sing’. A song-fic based on “What I Did for Love” from A Chorus Line

• New Girl: A high school AU of the movie Gladiator. The reader has recently moved to Rome and is now a new student at the Roman Educational Institute

• Paparazzi (Hollywood!Commodus x Reader): Another Gladiator AU in which the reader has a chance encounter in Rome with Commodus, a world-famous actor hounded by paparazzi.

• All Love Can Be: Prince Commodus meets the reader through their fathers working together, and eventually decides to ask for her hand.

• Handsome: The reader gets a little drunk while spending time with Commodus, and turns a bit childish and dorky.

• The Festivals of Saturn: Commodus’s first Saturnalia as a young sixteen-year-old co-emperor.

• Lay All Your Love on Me: Commodus falls unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a confident young woman along the seashores of Lanuvium

• Lose Me In the Sight of You: All you wished for was the blessing of Lady Juno that you would find a good husband, yet little did you know that a certain Emperor has grown passionately and hopelessly obsessed with you. (TW: Yandere)

• Emperor Commodus x Vampire Aesthetic

• Commodus’s Outfits as Chocolates

• Similarities Between Chuck Bass from “Gossip Girl” and Commodus from “Gladiator”

SERIES: ALONE WITH YOU INSIDE MY MIND (COMMODUS X READER) - ON HIATUS

The young prince (and soon to be Emperor of Rome) Commodus falls in love with you, the daughter of a nobleman, and nothing will stand in the way of his obsession.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

SERIES: AFTERMATH (COMMODUS X OC) - ON HIATUS

A sequel to the events of the film Gladiator, in which Emperor Commodus survives the duel with Maximus

• Chapter 1: The Impossible Dream

• Chapter 2: Proud of Your Boy

• Chapter 3: The Point of No Return

• Chapter 4: Look Down

• Chapter 5: Beneath a Moonless Sky

• Chapter 6: These Palace Walls

• Chapter 7: Wait For It

• Chapter 8: Something There

• Chapter 9: Be Prepared

• Chapter 10: Twisted Every Way

• Chapter 11: All I Ask of You 

• Chapter 12: History Has Its Eyes on You

Max California from 8 MM

• Max California x Dark Academia

• Max California Proposing to You (Headcanons)

Ray Elwood from Buffalo Soldiers

• Ray Elwood Taking You Out on a Date Would Include...

Willie Gutierrez from The Yards

• Blackout: The reader is Willie Gutierrez’s new neighbor, and the two of them accidentally meet during a power outage

• The Light Blinking at the End of the Tunnel: The reader offers some much-needed comfort to Willie after finding out about his dark past.

#joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix characters #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #commodus x reader #emperor commodus #abbe de coulmier #abbe de coulmier x reader #ray elwood #buffalo soldiers #joaquin phoenix fanfiction #joaquin phoenix fic #joaquin phoenix x reader #joaquin phoenix imagines #clay pigeons movie #clay bidwell #arthur fleck imagines #yandere arthur fleck

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Halloween scary movie Arthur Fleck x Reader

I had the idea of Arthur Fleck getting really into classic horror movies around Halloween and impersonating Dracula because he thinks it'll help him seduce a woman. I think he'd have a crush on a pretty neighbor and stalk her imagining he's being romantic like Dracula, then maybe on Halloween she's dressed up like a vampire too and he calls her his bride. Up to you how they get together ❤️

Yes to reciprocated romance, yes to smut. (I hope he's not a complete virgin in this fic) thanks so much if you decide to do this one!

AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. More stories will follow this month.

Dracula – Arthur Fleck x Reader 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.

Vampires

Your apartment was small, but it was home. A dream of a bigger place tugged at your heart, but for now, this would have to do. The wallpaper curled at the edges, peeling back to reveal the white plaster beneath. Your furniture was mismatched and worn, but comfortable and familiar. You were content. And besides, your neighbors were nice. They weren’t giving you too much trouble, unlike the apartment where you’d lived before.

Sounds from next door filtered through the thin walls, distracting you from your thoughts. Somewhere, the television blared, unmistakable screams and creaking doors echoing in your ears. Old horror movies, you recognized them immediately. Arthur Fleck must be watching them again. Your neighbor on that side. It was either him or his mom, but you’d talked a few times to the kind old lady and she had told you about her son’s love for the old classics.

As you moved into the kitchen, your thoughts lingered on Arthur. He was an enigma, a quiet man with a haunted look in his eyes. Though you'd seldom spoken, something about him drew you in, like a moth to a flame. You wondered what secrets lay behind those green eyes.

Reaching for the cupboard, your hand grasped at nothing but air. Shit. You were out of sugar. Closing the cupboard with a sigh, you grabbed your coat and wallet, resigned to making a store run. You hadn’t even noticed the noises from next door had stopped a little while ago.

Stepping into the hallway, you froze.

There stood Arthur in his doorway, dressed as a vampire, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His lean frame was draped in a black cloak, the collar upturned, obscuring part of his face. The flickering light of the hallway cast eerie shadows across his pale skin.

You’d caught him smoking in the hall before and knew that he did it to spare his mom’s asthma. But never had you caught him like this before. Dressed in such a way. It actually looked good on him.

"Evening," he croaked, smoke curling from his mouth as he spoke.

"Arthur," you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from his costume. "You're... really getting into the Halloween spirit, huh?"

He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What can I say? I've always been attracted to the darkness."

You could tell by the tone in his voice that he was deliberately trying to sound mysterious and alluring, and you thought it was working.

"Speaking of darkness," you said, leaning against the wall opposite of him, eyes locked with his, "I heard you were watching some old horror movies. What's on tonight's menu?"

"Ah, yes," Arthur replied, taking a drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke like a mythical creature. "Tonight, it's all about Dracula."

"Dracula? The ladies' man of vampires," you teased, your eyes dancing with amusement.

"Exactly," he chuckled, the smoke curling around him as he spoke. "He always manages to seduce the most beautiful women. Can’t help a man being a bit jealous…Maybe there's something to learn from him, don't you think?"

"Are you suggesting that becoming a vampire would improve your love life?" you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

"Who knows?" Arthur mused, a hint of flirtation in his voice. "It seems to work for the undead."

You studied him for a moment, from the way his chest moved as he took another deep drag of his cigarette, to the way his fingertips were locked around the little stick. He was a fine man, you thought - you could not help it. The way his lips curled around his cigarette… how you wished that was you. To be held in his hands, to be caressed by his lips.

Wait, what were you thinking? Blushing heavily, you quickly pushed yourself away from the wall.

"Maybe it's not the fangs or the immortality," you said, the warmth of attraction blooming within you. "Maybe it's just the confidence and mystery that come with being a vampire."

"Confidence and mystery, huh?" Arthur echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I'll have to keep that in mind."

With that, he flicked the remnants of his cigarette away and disappeared back into his apartment, leaving you standing in the dim hallway with a thousand questions on your mind and your heart pounding in your chest.

For a moment you wondered who he was trying to impress. What woman had he set his eyes upon? But just thinking these thoughts made a detestable feeling of jealousy rise in your chest. Why were you getting so worked up about who he wanted to date? Arthur was a free man. He deserved a little bit of fun.

Just not with any other woman but you.

The realization hit you, but at the same time, you knew there wasn’t much you could do with it. Arthur was just your neighbor, nothing more.

Determinedly, you turned away from the door, hands curled into fists, and left for the shops. But Arthur stayed on your mind for the remainder of the day.

~

In the following days, you couldn't help but notice Arthur’s presence more and more. It was as though he was always nearby, whether you were coming home from work or running errands. The smell of smoke would still linger in the hall, and sometimes the door to Arthur and Penny’s apartment would be ajar. You could swear you’d seen a pair of green eyes glinting, staring at you from the apartment. But whenever you thought of turning around to confront him, the eyes were gone and the door was closed again.

Yet, his appearances did not stay limited to your home. You would suddenly see him on the bus on your ride home. They were the only times you could sit down next to each other and have a short talk. But his ride never took long and your talks were awkward and short.

You felt his eyes upon you, though, as you sat next to him. You even once asked him how come you’d never seen him on the bus before, to which he had answered that his work schedule had changed. A blatant lie, you could tell. But at the same time as his answer, a hand had been placed on your knee, applying soft pressure. You’d stared at it, but Arthur had not removed it.

His touch had felt warm.

You’d masturbated twice that evening, thinking of how his hand could have wandered a little higher.

Arthur was stalking you. In the days that followed you became convinced of it. You'd catch glimpses of him out of the corner of your eye, see his reflection in store windows, or feel his presence behind you as you walked down the street.

At first, it was unnerving, but soon, you found yourself secretly enjoying the attention. Something was thrilling about knowing you were being watched, desired even. The danger of it all only fueled your attraction to him, and you couldn't deny that you were falling into the intoxicating world of Arthur Fleck.

~

Time slipped by, as it often does, and Halloween evening arrived with a chill in the air. You felt giddy with anticipation, having spent the day preparing your costume. Your heart raced as you rang Arthur's doorbell, dressed head to toe as a vampire.

A seductive one.

“Will you answer the door, Happy?” You heard a woman’s voice shout. Penny, you thought. Arthur’s mom.

“Yes, yes!” Arthur sounded agitated, but not much later, the bolts from the door were removed and the lock was turned.

"Trick or treat," you purred when Arthur opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in your appearance. Your fangs gleamed beneath black lipstick, and your tight crimson dress clung to your curves, making you feel powerful and irresistible.

"Wow," he murmured, grinning as his eyes roved over you. It was clear he liked what he saw. "I wasn't expecting this...but I'm certainly not complaining." His words became a low murmur, voice lowering with approval.

"Good," you replied, stepping closer and letting your fingers trace the edge of his collar. "Because tonight, there’s only one man’s fluids I want inside me. And I’m not talking about… blood.”

Arthur's breath hitched, and you could see the desire burning in his eyes. "In that case," he whispered huskily, "I would be happy to be your prey, my temptress."

"Prey?" You smirked, playfully biting your lower lip. "I prefer to think of you as my willing accomplice. Wasn’t it you who said Dracula could get any woman he desired?"

His lips parted while his eyes darted to your mouth, as if he wanted to kiss you there, as if he hungered for more. "True,” he agreed, his voice low and sultry. "Then I suppose that makes you...my Bride."

"Your Bride, hm?" You considered the idea, feeling a thrill run up your spine. Arthur claiming you in each and every way as his? It was a fantasy that stirred a desire in the depths of your core. "Well, you know what brides and grooms do on their wedding night, don’t you?"

You’d hardly spoken the words or Arthur had already pulled you into an embrace, your chest pressed against his while his lips hungrily sought yours. The taste of cigarette mingled with something that was purely him drove you crazy and you arched into him, rubbing your hand past his legs until you felt the heat of his arousal and couldn't help but grin. He was excited. Good. It was exactly as you had wanted it all to go.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in as the both of you explored each other’s mouth hungrily; tongues brushing past each other. In the distance, you thought you could hear his mother’s voice coming from the apartment, reminding you that you were still in the hallway.

This would not do.

You were eager, but not so eager as to jump his bones right here and right now – where everyone could see. And so you carefully broke the kiss, nibbling on Arthur’s bottom lip as you gently pulled away, before your eyes carefully met his, a promise of desire and passion smoldering held within them.

Carefully, you took Arthur’s hand, marveling at the fact that he let you guide him with you, and tugged him along to your apartment where you gently opened your door.

"Come inside," you invited, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's see how this Dracula can pleasure his bride."

Upon those words, Arthur’s eyes lit up, and a cheeky grin spread on his lips. He was no longer the dark vampire you’d seen him as before, but more like the clown you’d seen him as. The one he was when he came home from work. A cat who got the cream. His smile was wide and toothy.

Oh, he wanted you. There was no doubt about it. and the pulsing between your legs indicated how much you wanted him to.

The moment the door clicked shut, you found yourself pressed against Arthur, your lips locked together in a passionate kiss. Your hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring each other with a hunger that was raw and needy. As you backed into your living room, you felt the heat of his touch on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let me show you something," you whispered, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes. You began to undress, peeling off your vampire costume slowly and deliberately, making sure he was watching every movement. Arthur couldn't tear his gaze away from you, his eyes wide and hungry.

With a grin, you encouraged him to join in the fun. "Your turn."

Arthur hesitated for only a moment before starting his own seductive striptease. He fumbled with his clothes at first – which was incredibly cute - but soon got the hang of it. You both laughed as he imitated your sultry moves, shedding his layers one by one until he stood before you in nothing but his underwear.

"Looks like we're even now," he teased while running a hand through his hair.

“Even?” You said, smirking as you looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants. You felt your cheeks heat, and when you looked up, you saw how Arthur’s eyes had darkened with desire.

Pulling him close, you pressed your lips against his once more. The feel of his bare skin against yours ignited a fire within you, and you knew you couldn't wait any longer.

Gently, you guided him towards your bed, sitting down and pulling him on top of you. His weight felt comforting and exciting all at once, and you reveled in the closeness.

"Is this okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice. "I mean… do you want…”

But Arthur shushed you by bringing his hand up to your lips. His fingertips brushed past them, making your heart flutter as you looked up to see the intense look in his eyes.

“I want this,” he breathed, words but a whisper. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

“It's been a while for me," you ashamedly admitted, knowing that it would probably be a tight fit and worrying that you might have lost your touch a little. Your arms were still around his neck, holding him in an embrace above you. “Might be a bit rusty…”

"Rusty is not the word I would be thinking of," Arthur replied with a chuckle while he dipped a hand beneath your panties, slipping a finger into your wet core. You couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped your lips as he dipped in and blushed fiercely when he laughed at your response.

“Doesn’t feel rusty at all,” Arthur said, grinning cheekily while he nudged his finger inside of you, making you squirm because -  oh! -  that felt good. Another nudge, his fingertip feeling around inside of you, accompanied by an audible wet squelch.

You instantly let go of him to bring your hands up to your face in embarrassment and watched his triumphant grin as he moved not only his finger inside of you, but also started to rub his thumb past your clit at the same time.

The bastard was teasing you purposely. He was experienced at it, that was for sure. You bit your lip while you glowered evilly at him, as he chuckled softly above you.

But then he surprised you by adding a second digit to your core and, with a low moan, you threw your head back and arched into his touch.

You’d expected a witty comment from your neighbor, but all you felt were the sure but gentle ministrations of his fingers inside of your pussy, making something hot and warm build up inside of your core. When you finally managed to open your eyes it was to the sight of Arthur’s darkened gaze. His lips were pressed into a thin line in deep concentration. All of his focus was upon you, as if he was taking in anything of how you lay beneath him, and how you reacted to his touch.

“Arthur,” you murmured, eager to have more than just his fingers please you.

It seemed he got the silent plea behind his name, because he gently retracted his hand before carefully peeling your panties down your legs and pushing them away.

For a moment, all you saw were green eyes, darkened with arousal, as Arthur peered over your stomach. You expected him to dip forth, to use his tongue or his mouth to bring you to your peak. And for another moment it seemed like that was going to happen. For Arthur did indeed bend forth and pressed his head between your legs, nuzzling his nose past your folds and licking a stripe past your wet entrance, adding his juices to your own.

But then he was up again, leaning above you on his elbows, looking down at you while he positioned his cock between your legs. You hadn’t even noticed when he’d pulled his own underpants off. Not that it mattered. You wanted him, in there. So badly.

"Ready?” Arthur’s question was considerate, probably well-meant. But his dark eyes told you he wasn’t able to hold back any longer – and you loved it. This was how you had wanted to see your neighbor all along. Aroused, craving you, ready to please you.  

“Yes,” you said, pulling him close again. “More than ready, Arthur. Put it in already!”

At your demand, Arthur’s concentrated look broke and a low chuckle escaped his lips. “Put it in, she says…” he nasally lamented. And indeed, he made it sound so funny, you could not help but let out a chuckle yourself.

“A bit more reverently about my cock, will you?” Arthur then said, teasingly. He brought his lips closer to yours, as if he wanted to kiss you again.

“If you’re going to be smart with me I shall just go back to my hand.”

It took you a moment before you discerned the meaning of his words, and then you let out another laugh. Luckily, Arthur was laughing along, holding you close and chuckling in your ear.

“I-I’ll be good,” you gasped between your laughter. “I won’t be smart with you.”

As you both caught your breath again, Arthur smiled down at you. His hand caressing your head.

“In that case,” he murmured, “I shall put ‘it’ in you, darling.”

He dipped his head forth and captured your lips with his own while you shifted beneath him, positioning yourself just right. As he guided himself inside you, the sensation of being filled by him sent a moan spilling from your lips. Arthur's own moan echoed yours, his eyes full of longing and affection.

"God, you feel amazing," he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips as he began to move with you in perfect rhythm.

As Arthur's hips moved in sync with yours, his expert touch sent shivers down your spine. His hand trailed up your side, caressing the curve of your breast before finding its way to your neck, gently squeezing as you gasped for breath.

"Arthur," you moaned, eyes locked onto his intense green gaze, "you're so good at this."

His lips curled into a wicked grin as he leaned down, whispering against your ear, "I aim to please, my dear."

He continued to thrust, each stroke hitting just the right spot, causing waves of pleasure to crash through your body. Your nails dug into his back, urging him on, and your legs wrapped tightly around his lean waist.

"Harder," you panted, desperate for more. Arthur obliged, his movements growing more forceful, while still remaining tender and attentive to your needs.

"Are you close?" he asked, concern lacing his voice despite the lust that clouded his eyes.

"Yes," you whispered, feeling the pressure building within you. "Together?"

"Of course," Arthur replied, and together you climbed the final peak of ecstasy.

As you both reached your climax, you clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure until you collapsed into a tangled mess on the bed, panting and slick with sweat.

"Wow," you breathed, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Indeed," Arthur agreed, chuckling softly as he rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "You know, you just made yourself the Bride of a Vampire."

"Really?" you laughed, snuggling into his embrace. "Does the famous Dracula still want me then?" “Well, I suppose he does,” Arthur murmured against your head, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

You smiled, feeling a sense of happiness that seemed almost out of place in the chaos of your lives. But at that moment, wrapped in Arthur's arms and bathed in the afterglow of your passion, nothing else mattered.

"Arthur," you murmured, "I'm so happy."

"Me too," he replied, his voice soft and sincere as he held you close. And you realized that this was exactly where you always had wanted to be. In his arms.  

~ Fin ~

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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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[tally-kiza]

hello! I was curious, if sometime in the future you could do a Arthur fleck x gender neutral reader, where the reader just gives arthur all the praise, love and care he deserves? Possible smut, if ur up to it 🤭. I think arthur would absolutely just melt at any type of praise, especially from his lover. I imagine he can’t help but cover his flushed face as he’s showered with kisses and love 😖😖😖 thanks for being an amazing author, luv ur work!

I may have forgotten about this ask until a week ago when I realized Arthur's birthday was coming up. 😂 I figured this would work very well for a little birthday fic. 👀👀

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Mine And Only Mine

Word Count: 1774

November 21st.

A day you had been looking forward to all month.

Arthur’s special day. The first one that you would be celebrating together.

The heavy weight of a skinny arm slung over your waist beckoned you out of slumber. The fog of sleep lifted, replaced by the warmth of the man nestled against you. Your birthday boy, you thought with a sleepy grin. Your tired eyes cracked open, taking in the vision before you.

Arthur was facing you. His long dark hair was mussed and tangled, curled strands fallen in front of his face, slightly obscuring his handsome features. The midmorning sun rays casted him in warm light. You took a moment to take him in. The gentle curve of his pointed nose; strong cheekbones slowly becoming more full with your every home-cooked meal; prominent collarbones exposed by the open collar of his brown polo shirt, inviting you to kiss and lick. Gentle eyes now closed, minutely fluttering as he dreamed. His face was soft and relaxed. He looked younger, peaceful... almost happy. You wondered what he was dreaming about. His warmth seeped into your heart, making everything feel fuzzy. Arthur’s struggles, his mentality, his everyday stresses and worries, all of them were out of sight and out of mind when he slept, when he was cuddled closely against you. These early mornings were often the happiest you saw Arthur. 

But not today. Your Arthur deserved a birthday free of his usual stresses and anxieties, at least just one day. And you were determined to keep his struggles as far from his mind as you could manage.

You squirmed ever so closer, forehead resting against his. Arthur didn’t even stir. You softened; he must have been exhausted, writing late into last night trying to workshop some new jokes he had thought up. He worked so hard to achieve his brightest dream.

An inkling of an idea blotted in your mind. As softly as you possibly could, you pressed your lips to his forehead over the messy strands of his hair. And then another. And another. A smattering of smooches to his forehead, his hairline, the space between his brows. Arthur made a small noise, soft and cute. Arthur’s eyebrows twitched, but he didn’t quite stir awake. But there were more kisses where those came from.

Slowly you trailed kisses over his face. Gentle presses of your lips to Arthur’s eyelids, down the slope of his nose, over striking cheekbones, and the corners of his thin lips. But never quite on his lips directly; your first true kiss together had to wait until he was awake.

As you kissed, Arthur was slowly roused out of slumber. 

His breathing turned deeper, more regular. He made another soft noise, music to your ears, dimples deepening with a growing grin. You pressed a kiss to the crinkles at the corner of his eyes and smiled in turn. With a slight squint, Arthur’s tired eyes cracked open. They peered at you with mirth. 

“I thought I was just dreaming this up,” Arthur mumbled. His voice was low and creaky with sleep, but playfulness lingered at the edges. It stoked a small flame of warmth in your belly.

“What, this?” you teased, voice just as groggy, pressing another kiss to the scar just above his lip. 

His lips pursed. Still foggy with sleep, his eyes held little of their usual intensity as they locked with yours. “Yes,” he said softly. “And you.”

Your heart turned to putty in your chest. Arthur struck you off-guard so often with sweet words tinged with melancholy. 

“Not this time, handsome.” Eyes slipping closed, you kissed his lips directly. 

It started soft and tender, quiet lips on quiet lips, but Arthur being Arthur, it didn’t remain that way for long. His arm pulled you closer against him; your hand tangled in his messy curls. You molded against him like you were the matching pieces of a puzzle. Fitting together was what you were made for.

It was you who pulled away first. Arthur’s lips sought yours still, but you kept away from his tempting kiss as you both laughed. Your forehead rested against his. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

Green eyes stared into yours, wide with surprise. He sounded so small when he spoke. “You... remembered?”

“Of course,” you said, grabbing one of Arthur’s hands and lacing your fingers together. You pressed another peck to his cheek. “It’s your big day; how could I have forgotten?”

“No one’s ever... remembered my birthday before,” he whispered. The bed shook minutely and you knew he was bouncing his foot. Anxiety creeped at him still; you knew you couldn’t let it linger. “Even I forget some years.”

Your hand cradled Arthur’s face. His eyes were shiny and wet, and his eyebrows twitched with soft emotion as you kissed his forehead. 

“Oh darling, I’m so sorry,” you murmured. “But―” Another kiss, and yet another. “― I think that means we have a lot of birthdays to catch up on celebrating, don’t you?”

He closed his eyes. Voice thick with emotion, he whispered, “That would be nice. ...For years, all I have wanted was someone to share it with. I dreamed about it for so long...”

Arthur sniffled and kissed your wrist still cradling his face. “And now I do.”

Warmth filled your chest. “You do, Arthur. You do. I swear, you’ll always have me.”

After a beat, with a soft breath, he melted into you. The tension in him released; his body sagged against yours. Though his arms kept you pressed close against him. “You’re perfect,” Arthur mumbled. 

“I should be saying that about you,” you said, voice thick with adoration and love. You nuzzled your nose against his, gentle point against gentle point. “Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you...”

The lines around Arthur’s eyes crinkled; the shadows of dimples appeared around his shy, boy-like smile. Bashful was a look you always adored seeing on him; your affection only grew. 

You couldn’t keep your lips from brushing his nose. “Someone so endlessly sweet...” 

Then his scar. “With such a tender, gentle heart...” 

―The mole on his right cheek. “And the cutest jokes...”

―The sensitive shell of his ear, along with a soft bite that drew a small moan out of him. You smirked. “Not to mention, with that beautiful body.”

Arthur curled further into you. You could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. Even after the months you’ve spent together, the intimate nights you’ve spent in bed, devoting yourself to his body, and he to yours, he could be so shy. The result of spending almost thirty-four years alone and craving for affection and attention, you supposed. He was still unused to it, in many ways.

It only spurred more loving. 

You brushed the hair out of his face as you tangled your hands into his greasy curls, fully exposing his beautiful features. Arthur’s broad forehead beckoned.

“I’ve never met someone like you before,” you said, with a smattering of kisses to his forehead.

One broad hand sneaked under your shirt, caressing your back, keeping you ever closer to him. Your skin electrified under his touch.

“You understand me like no one else has,” you sighed. One tender peck to his asymmetrical hairline. A second. Before your lips traveled south, pecking a trail down his nose again to connect with his lips. 

Your connection warmed your cheeks, matching Arthur’s own flush. Both of you smiled into the kiss. Arthur pressed all of his tender love against you. Your shirt was pushed up and his hand traveled up your back; his tongue slipped into your mouth, caressing your own. His lithe hips molded against yours and you swear you could feel the beginning stirrings of his erection. Your own arousal was stoked from embers. Fog clouded your mind, lost in this pleasure, in his love.

It was Arthur who separated first. His forehead thumped softly against yours. His cheek and lips were still flushed, and yours were probably just as bright. Voice thick with emotion, he whispered your name.

In response―”Yes?”

Green eyes were half closed, eyelashes fluttered as he stared downwards, away from your gaze. Shy again, after leaving you warm enough to melt a glacier. His smile grew, twitched, preening as he considered.

“Could you... could you keep going? ...I like hearing you say those things.”

Mirth and soft amusement filled you. “Yeah?” 

“I like it a lot.“ Arthur’s eyes were wet when they stared into yours. “...Please?”

How could you resist your gentle-hearted lover? “Of course I can, darling.”.

But before you could lay an ounce more of affection on him, he spoke, fingers softly wandering on your skin. “Y’know? I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you either. I know it sounds silly but, my whole life, I’ve thought so much about my perfect person. Someone who would actually see me. Someone who could understand me. Someone kind.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “And you’re kind. So kind. It hurts sometimes.”

“Arthur,” you cooed, eyes pricking with tears.

He murmured your name again. You always adored the way it slipped off his tongue, not in an elegant roll, not like cascading water, but in the whisper of an autumn leaf floating on the breeze. “You’re my perfect person. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Gentle sun rays had slid in the window, lighting up Arthur from behind. His dark hair shimmered in multi-colored strands of copper, chocolate, auburn, chestnut, gold. His face was still cast in shadow, but he seemed to glow regardless. It was as much from his love as it was from the sunlight.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you either,” you soothed, voice thick as honey. “But we’ll never have to. I’m yours, Arthur. And only yours. We’ve only been each others’ for a few months, but I know in my heart, that’s not going to change.”

“Mine...” Arthur whispered, almost too quietly to hear as you returned to laying gentle kiss after gentle kiss on his face, soon followed by more further below. Relief, wistfulness, tenderness, joy, solace all swirled in his voice. His words caressed your heart as gently as any brush of his lips. As the sun rose higher in the sky and the chilly November day warmed, you made good on your promise to make this Arthur’s best birthday yet. To make up for every cold, lonely birthday he’s ever had before. And you would make good on this promise every year on November 21st. For as long as Arthur would have you. 

“...And only mine.”

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[superanimenatural]

Bank Job

 Joker x Reader (GN)

Warnings: Blood, Guns, Swearing, Forced Touch.

Summary: A boring day working at the bank soon takes an interesting turn when the Clown Prince makes an appearance. 

You opened the door to the bank and looked around the open space, there were no customers yet as it was still early.  Ted the security guard gave you a nod and a smile as you walked in. Ted was old, he should of retired a while ago, but he didn't want to go home to his wife… apparently he didn't like her, you weren’t even sure why they were still married after you had to listen to him for the multiple times he had prattled on about how horrible she was. You hurried past him before he pulled you into a conversation that would not end until you had been yelled at by the manager Colin to get to your place before the customers see you just standing around doing nothing. You made it to the staff door and the buzzer sounded by someone who had seen you coming up, pushing it open you walked behind the counters and were immediately stopped by Jean, she was in her fifties and Jean was one of those who had a boring life, so she needed to know who was doing what with their life, but could she keep anything to herself? Nope!   Jean would spread gossip faster than the papers, she didn't care if it was true or not,   "Morning, have you been up to anything fun over the weekend?" she asked with a bright smile and you stared at her and shook your head,   "I stayed home and fed (your pet)," you tried to make it past her, but Jean moved step for step, so it became a dance of left and right steps, you stopped moving and stared at her, the look on Jean's face said she was not happy with that answer, but it was the truth, since starting this boring job it was having an effect on your social life as well.   "Did you not go out?" she asked and you shook your head and gave half a shrug,   "I did some shopping," you said and her eyebrows shot up, "Online," you added and her sulky face was back, you took this time to slip past her and head to your counter, setting you bag underneath.   "Did you buy anything nice?" Jean sat at her counter and was now facing you, you groaned inwardly and shook your head,   "Only food," you tried to keep the sarcastic tone out of your voice, thankfully Rupert came in and Jean was off to meet him at the door at the end of the counters so she could give him the same set of questions, she was on a mission this morning to find some gossip. You took this moment to find inner peace before the customers came in, some were polite, nice, they only came in, did what they needed to do and leave, then there was some people that tutted and sighed if you took a little too long, some would tap their fingernails on the top of the counter, these were the ones that you would make wait that little longer. But it was the ones that yelled through the little window that you had ruined their day, did you not know that they were in a rush? Did you even know how to do your job? That they wanted to talk to someone in charge about how you were taking your time! These were the ones that made you want to drop you head onto the desk and let out a scream, but as usual you would keep it in and smile politely.     The chimes started signalling the start to the day. You suck in a deep breath. Ted pushed the doors opened, then came the stupid music, it wasn't loud, just annoying, it was something out of the elevator, or the music they played on the phone when you were placed on hold.        Slowly more and more people came in and the queues started to build, so people were already getting annoyed before they even made it up to your counter.   By the time it was half eleven you had been yelled at and even called a bitch. Monday was the worst day of the week, no one liked Monday.

About twelvish you heard Jean beside you gasp, her hand moved to her chest and her face looked horrified, part of you didn't want to ask, but the customer opposite Jean looked as though she had just spoken the best news ever.   "Hey," a loud yell came from in front of you and a slapping of the hand on the counter, you look up to a middle aged man with a red face,  "I don't have all day," he snapped again,   "Sorry sir," you smile up at him but his angry expression doesn't change,   "I want to deposit this," he pulls up a bag and dumps it into the tray in front of him and pushed it angrily through to you. You look to it and see all the change. Just perfect. You push it back at him and he looks a little shocked,   "I'm sorry sir, but my machine is broken. If you wouldn't mind moving to the teller down there and she will happily sort this out for you," you place your hands onto the desk and give him a large smile.   "Count it by hand, I am not waiting any longer!" he pushed the tray back and you had to stop it and push it back,   "Sorry sir, but that would take too long and there is already so many more people that need to be served, so please, head on down to the bottom teller," you keep the smile up and it only angers him more,  you could of counted it, but not today, any other day but today,   "I will report you," he snapped and grabbed his bag,   "Yes sir,"   "You won't have a job here anymore once I am finished talking to your manager," he snarled   "Yes sir,"   "Stuck up bitch," he slapped his hand on the window that separated you from the customers, some people jumped but you just kept smiling up at him,   "Have a nice day Sir," you said nicely, he finally walked off and you had to drop your shoulders down as your whole body had tensed up.   "Y/N," Jean whispered urgently and you turned to look at her, she looked terrified,  "Did you hear the bank just a few blocks away was robbed over the weekend," she said, her hand was at her chest clutching imaginary pearls,   "I think it was on the news this morning," you shrugged   "Isn't it awful. It is so close to us," she shook her head, and you were sure her face and turned a little whiter, "Aren't you happy that it wasn't us," she added, and you give her a little shrug,   "It would add some excitement to the day," you said a little too cheery. Jean looked shocked as she just stares at you,   "It isn't a good thing," she snapped a little too loudly that making people look over to you,   "No, I guess not," you try to appease her, but it would give her something to talk about, she could talk for years about how she survived it,   "I don't understand why the police or Batman hasn't stopped them yet," she was angry now and you think for a moment,   "Maybe he is on holiday," You joked trying to brighten her mood. However, this was not what Jean wanted to hear, her look as if it could kill.   "It is not funny, people are getting hurt," she snapped, and you give a nod trying to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. You turn back to the customer who was now looking slightly annoyed that you had ignored them for almost thirty seconds.       Finally lunch time arrived, and you almost ran out before anyone could invite themselves to your time. You made sure you had every minute of that forty-five minutes break, before heading back in, Ted was already talking to an old lady so that saved you from a conversation about his lunch. Jean was now talking with someone else and as you past both of them stared at you, so you tried your best to ignore them, once lunch was over the afternoon became a repeat of the morning. Until....... with fifteen minutes before closing and a few people hurrying in to catch the bank before it closed there was three loud bangs and then screams. You looked up to chaos, people were rushing to one end of the bank, while five people with guns and masks walked in closing the door behind them, the one in front with a joker's mask on steps forward, his gun raised, you presumed he was the one who fired the warning shots to announce their arrival. You look to Jean whose hand is already on the buzzer under the counter, you look to the other side and the other girls are pressing their buttons. Jean looks at you and your hand moves under the counter. Looking back two men have closed and locked the doors, the one in front pulls of his mask and you look to the pale face, the red stained lips, the makeup dragged up the sides of his mouth to widen his smile, the dark powder around the eyes making them look sunken, then the green hair.   "Good afternoon customers," he called as he walked towards the panicked people,  "I am your villain for today," he laughed and a few people cried out.  "You," he pointed to a young man with his phone out. The Joker walked towards him and looked straight down the camera, he ran a hand through his hair and smiled up at the guy, "Make sure you get my good side," he said to him, the guy's eyes just widened, "Everyone get on the floor," he yelled and then fired a shot upwards when the customers were not moving fast enough. Joker nodded to the other four men who moved through the customers and took wallet and phones from them and placed them into bags, even taking Ted's gun from his holster,   "What are we going to do?" Jean whimpers, tears in her eyes.   "What can we do? The alarms have been pressed, the police will arrive soon," you said to her. Your gaze moved to the other four, who all kept their masks on, all five of them were in purple boiler suits. The Joker walked backwards, and he stopped at the counter that was in the middle of the room, he jumped up to sit on it, his legs dangling as he stared at the tellers one by one, slowly he raised his gun and fired, the glass held but it left behind a mark, people started to scream. Slowly the gun was moved to point at you, standing straighter you stared straight back at him and he tilted his head a little, slowly another smile pulled at his lips as he fired again. You tried not to flinch as the bullet exploded off the glass.   "One of you is going to open the door," he said pointing with his gun to the door that led behind the counters. No one moved.  "Five," he started and pointed the gun to the customers on the floor who were now crying out and trying to move backwards,  "Four," he continued,  "Three.....two......one." he sighed and moved his gun to Ted and fired. Ted yelled as his leg was hit, his hand covered the bullet wound, screams filled the room,  "Five," he started again   "All right," Colin moved forward and opened the door and the four men in boiler suits rushed in, one of them using a chair to hold it open. Joker jumped down and slowly sauntered in and moved past everyone.   "All of you, over there!" he commanded waving the gun round. You moved with everyone else to the other side.   "What do you want?" Colin asked and Joker looked at him with a frown,   "For you to do as you are told, get over there and kneel," he commanded,   "And if we don't?" he asked folding his arms and then dropped to the floor as he was hit with the gun.   "Do I have to explain it more to you?" Joker asked bending over and looking at Colin on the floor now with a bleeding head wound,   "Take what you want and go," another bank worker said and The Joker just rolled his eyes and growled, he was getting annoyed now so he turned and raised the gun.   "Do I need you telling me what to do?" he yelled, "Do I?" he yelled again and pulled the trigger, the shot went wide and lodged in the wall. He watched as everyone dropped to their knees in front of him and his arms opened wide as he laughed. The minions were taking the money out of the drawers at each counter, one of them dropped some money and bent down, he spotted the flashing light beside the alarm button and hurried over to Joker to warn him.   "We should leave," the guy said and Joker dropped his arms and looked around,   "Who pushed the button?" he asked, no one answer so he moved forward and moved up to Jean and tapped the gun on her head, he crouched in front of her and hit her a little harder, "Who pushed the button?" he asked and Jean shook her head as she sobbed, her hands clasped in front of her,   "Me," you said quickly. Slowly his head turned, and his eyes found yours, gulping you stared directly at him, you couldn't pull your gaze away even if you wanted to, he stood up and walked towards you, and then he crouched in front of you, the gun tapped you on the head and then moved down the side of your face and under your chin. He pushed the gun upwards as he stood back up moving you with him, he held you there with the gun moving under your jaw as his gaze roamed over your body. He took his time as he stared at every inch of you, He made it back up to your eyes and his head tilted.   "And why would you do that?" he asked,  "Why?....Why?....Why would you push the button?" he leaned in, the barrel of the gun was now moving down the side of your throat, he was so close to you now, you could feel his breath on your lips.   "Why wouldn't I?" you ask and his smile grew,   "Joker we have to hurry," one of his men called,   "I want the key to the deposit box room," he said, he moved away from you and looked to the others, "Who has the key?" he asked, a low growl came from his throat as people were ignoring him, so he shot another person in the leg, "I will keep going until I get them, or I run out of people," he yelled,   "We can't," Someone yelled   "And why is that?" he asked,   "Colin is the only one who knows where the keys are kept," someone yelled,   "Then wake him up," Joker walked up to Colin and kicked him,  "NOW!!," he yelled. Someone moved forward to try to wake Colin while Joker paced in a circle, he looked out at the customers, who were all still on the floor. Once Colin was awake Joker pulled him up to his feet "I want the keys to the security boxes," he waited and Colin stood there and shook his head   "Take the money, but you can't have what belongs to the customers," he staggered to his desk and leaned over it,   "Fine," Joker moved back to you, his hand snatched out and grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to the nearest desk, he pushed you slightly so your hands landed on it, you were bent slightly. Looking to the others they were all shocked about what was going to happen. You were trying to figure out if your heart rate was racing because of fear or excitement. Joker was behind you now, his hand moved up and wrapped around your throat, "Keys!" he yelled to Colin who slowly shook his head, but he looked nervous. You watched as Joker placed the gun on the table beside your hand, he then reached around you to your wrists, his body was pressed fully against your back, he pulled at your wrists and you had no choice but to lean further down until you were bent over the desk with your arms spread out. You struggled against his grip, even tried to kick him "Stay," he whispered into your ear, his hands let go of your wrists as he stood back up, his hands moving up your arms, then your shoulders, down your back as he straighten, he reached for his gun again, "Keys now, or you are all going to get one hell of a live show," he ran his hand over your ass and down your thigh, Colin again shook his head. Joker sighed as he dropped his head back and looked up to the ceiling, he turned his head and looked to Colin, "Then this is on you," he said with a smile, You felt his hand back on your thigh moving higher, then on your hip, You tried to stand up to flinch from him but he pushed you back down harder this time, his hand on the back of your neck, He notices a movement and looks up, one of the guys who worked with you was now getting to his feet and glaring at the Joker.   "Leave them alone," he yelled,   "You want to be the hero of the story?" he raised the gun quickly,  "You really willing to die the hero?" he laughed as he continued pointing the gun. One of Jokers men came up and pushed the guy back to the floor. Now he was happy that no one else was going to try anything he leaned back down over you   "Are you going to play nice?" He growled out, his voice low enough for only you to hear, his chest pressed firmly against your back, pushing you further down, his groin was now pushing very firmly against your ass.   "Never," you snapped back and tried to push against the desk, but he wouldn't let you move, you feel his hand moved between you and the desk, his fingers finding the gap between the buttons of your top, he lightly touched the flesh of your stomach and you flinch. He pushed more of his hand in so now the buttons popped off giving him more access to more skin, now with his hand moving over your stomach and his very obvious erection now rubbing on your ass you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning, your eyes are closed as his hand moves further inside, his breath is now down the side of your throat,   "Good because I do not like it when they behave," he whispers and you have to stop your body from shivering.   "Bite me Clown," you snarl as you try harder to push against him, which only in turn causes his erection to push harder against you and he moans.   "Later, I'm a little busy trying to rob you at the moment," he laughed and stood up, just as you are about to push up from the desk you feel the slap against your ass.   "Argghhh, I'm sick of playing," he walked over to Colin and proceeded to shoot him in both legs and one arm. Colin gave in and handed over the keys, Joker sighed as he took them, and threw the keys to one of his guys and handed another a piece of paper, "Only those boxes," he said, and the guys nodded and rushed off. "You come here," he yelled to the third, who walked over to him, and Joker reached into the pockets on the guy’s leg and pulled out a rope and he turned slowly and walked towards you. "I need a hostage," he smirked and turned you around, the rope was fastened around your wrists, and he held out his hand to the third guy again and he handed over a large cloth, your eyes widen as he pushed it into your mouth and fastened it at the back of your head. He turned you back round to face him "There much better," he smirked and pulled you out to the front of the bank.   "Leave them alone," Jean called   "When the police arrive, tell them I have a hostage. They will be released once we are sure we have not been followed," He yelled out and moved you to the door. He waited, losing his patience with every moment. You are sure your heart is about to explode out of your chest at any moment. With the other four back with all the bags he nods to the one with the phones inside and the guy throws it into the far corner.   Heading out you are dragged to the waiting van that has a circus logo painted on the outside of it, with a huge face of a clown painted on it, you roll your eyes as you are thrown inside, everyone climbs in and the van takes off into traffic, masks are pulled off now and you look at all of them. Joker stands there with his hands on the ceiling as he watches where the van was going. There were sirens now in the distance getting closer, always too late. The four guys are sitting on the benches not saying a word. You turn and struggle to your knees and mumble through the gag. Joker turns and looks to you, his smile grows and he walks to you, and helps you to your feet, then reaches round and unfastens the gag,   "That tastes disgusting," you said trying to get some moisture back into your mouth, his smile fades and he looks to the gag and now he's angry, moving past you he stands in front of the third guy and grabs him, lifting him up to his feet he has one hand on the back of his head and the other around his throat,   "You gave me a dirty rag to put in their mouth?" he asked, trying to remain calm,   "I didn't know sorry," the guy tried. Joker nodded to the other man who had been sitting beside him. The second stood up and moved to the back doors and opened it.   "You survive this, you can come back to work," Joker said, tilting his head slightly,   "No, sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean......," he started to grovel and you watched as Joker threw him out of the moving van and into traffic, you saw cars swerving before the doors were closed again.   "One question?" you asked and Joker turns to stare at you, with the rope on the floor at your feet you walk up to him and hit him in the middle of the chest, "What the hell took you so long? Six months I was stuck in there for," you raised your voice a little and he smiled,   "I needed someone who blended in," he reached up to cup your cheek and you knocked his hand away.   "Six months I blended in for. I even cut the wires to the alarm buttons, thinking you would be there in a few weeks," folding your arms you pouted as you watched as his hand snatched out to the back of your head and pulled you forward into a bruising kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck as your body is pressed against him, you could never resist his kisses,   "I have something in mind to make it up to you," he raised his head and looked down at you,   "Like what?" you ask looking down as his fingers were now unfastening what was left of your buttons.   "A jewellery store with your name on it," happy that your shirt was now open his hands moved inside and around your waist, he pulled you quickly to him, his hands moving round to your back then down to your ass and picked you up. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and you lean down to kiss him but stop just shy of his lips   "Did you bring my bat?" you whisper,   "And a sledgehammer," he started laughing as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him,   "Best day ever," you yell with a laugh,   "Oh it's going to get so much better," he laughed as he pushes you up against the side of the van and kisses you very hard, eliciting moans out of both of you.

@zomtompham​

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[harleenfleck]

"5 years later" A letter for Artie

This is a kind of fanfiction/selfshipping. It'll be soooo cringely, yes is a warning haha, just wondering how is that Arthur comes back to my life after those long five years without him.

So, I hope you like it, oh my god, will be so cringely but i don't care hahaha! Based on a lot of Taylor Swift music, to be specific, "the 1", "right were you left me" and "daylight" Hope you like it! Again, sorry for the grammatical and language mistakes, English is not my mother tongue.

Hope you like it!

...

Hey. Hello?

Arthur? Arthur Fleck? Is that you?

It's me, hi. It's a very bad, really bad way to say "hello" as nothing after 5 years later, don't you think so?

It's hard to explain what is in my head now, in my heart and even in my lungs. I wanted to ask what happened to those years. How have you been? I hope better than the last time we saw each other. Something inside me wants to beliv you're better now, I want to belive it, help me to belive in it.

You're still in the same old city? I am right in my own old and sad town. A lot of friends of mine aren't my friends now. That narcisist guy who you hated to death is ruinning the life of another girl, hope she's okay and she'll be okay. I'm still in the same job I hate, but I try to make it better.

Speaking about it, do you remember the social worker who don't help you? I think what would happen if she could help you since the first moment... And you know what? Today I'm studying to be a Social Worker too. Everybody thinks was to get a better job and it's true in a strange way. But the real reason was you... I'm studying that career because I want to help, that help was deny to you, to help others like you.

I try to found relief and cure in music as you, I found a blonde and beautiful woman who writes songs of love, pain, girlhood, anxiety, sadness, freedom and poetry. I've heard her songs and I even go to her concert, was one of the best nights in my life.

And you know something funny? When you come back, all her songs about love started to come to life and make sense to me.

Do you remember "California"? That song we listened for hours and hours in midnights? You finally come back, and I want to take you yo California, forever.

It's kind of funny you back after I go on with my life, I have new friends, some of my old friends, a new partner who help me as you did it in the past. He treats me so well, so tender and gives me peace, sometimes I think both of you have the same soul.

I see you found love for your way, she's the character I've played for months and wanted to be, to convert myself to her. She looks like so interested on you, and I hope she treats you and loves you as I do. I hope you have her picture in your journal, I hope you dance with her with emotion and hold her hand with passion, I hope she laughs with your jokes as I did, I hope she helps you as I try to do in the past.

I never thought you'll come back again to my life, you were in my mind, my daydreams and my lungs after you showed in my eyes again. It's funny that I use "lungs" and not "heart", but since you come back, your name is in my breathing. Heart has envy to lungs now.

There's a lyric in a song who makes me think about you since I've heard it, "In a world of boys, he's a gentleman". Be a gentleman with her as you was with me before.

I think I'll bought a chain with your initial, and I'll use it for the rest of the year until our next date in October. I'll use it and you'll know I'm still owns you and you really knows me. I take this from a song of the blonde singer I've tell you.

I'm starting to think I'll never stop to love you, you show me after the darkest period in my life I can back to love again, to take me to the dark and scary night and bring me to the golden daylight. Maybe you know that I need to be saved again, and you're here to take me to daylight again... Thank you again, Artie...

With love

You know who I am

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

The Loki fic is up. I’m going to work on a Miguel O’Hara Fic soon (most likely Sex Pollen I can’t decide), I have a rewrite of an old Mysterio x Reader that I will be publishing tomorrow most likely, I am also going to write some MHA x readers (Endeavor and Aizawa). My inbox is open and I am happy to take requests for practically any character. I might even finish some of the Joker x Readers I have in drafts bc I get that requested more then anything

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[ohallthecrushes]

Joker on the mission to rescue his love

Anon asked: Omg I’d love to see a joker hc or scenario where Arthur’s partner has been kidnapped bc ppl are trying to blackmail him so he has to get them back while not freaking the fuck out bc if anything happened to them, he would lose his shit! Basically, angst lol

Anon asked: I was wondering if you can write something about Joker having an S/O who gets really injured because someone knew of their connection with him and how he would react? :>

Anon asked: Angst incoming: HCs about how joker and Arthur would react to their partner being threatened or straight up kidnapped? The clown Prince of crime’s enemies will eventually find out he has a weak spot and they intend to exploit it…

Anon asked: Angsty request but what would happen with Arthur/joker is their partner was kidnapped or hurt by someone in order to retaliate against joker (knowing that he loves his partner dearly)? Does he werewolf and go wild?

ETC... ETC... ETC...

You guys have to love this scenario, don't you? ^^

Warnings: kidnapping, threatening, life or dead situation, gunshots, mention of blood, swearing and a big pile of angst

i'm so sorry for the amount of angst.

Wordscount: 1688

Day started good and promising with a sunny, slightly chilly weather. You woke up faster than him, went under a shower and than went back to bed to wait till your prince of crime woke up.

You loved mornings when he was in bed with you and you knew he felt the same now, since you lived together

Mmmm - his soft humming voice filled the bedroom as he began stretching his muscles - Mmrning, love.

Morning Arthur - you smiled as he reached out his hand to pull you closer. You gave him a forehead kiss before you laid your head on his chest. His hand gently caressed your back.

Joker loved waking up now, there was no doubt. Morning cuddles with you, coffee in bed, lazy kisses and more cuddles, shared breakfast. It was nice and comfortable routine you both developed and stick to it everyday.

No matter what his life looked like outside those walls, inside his apartment it was only love, respect and funny moments with you.

He was watching you dancing from the kitchen to the living room with two bowls of muesli with fruits like banana, blueberries and strawberries. You gave him one and joined to him under a blanket. You sat with your legs above his thighs, your knees rested against his chest, as comfortable as always.

He looked at you and smiled, thanking for this moment. No worries, no doubts if it's real, no suspicious questions. After many times like this he finally learned how to be with you and enjoy the moment. He still had to deal with "it's too good to be true" sometimes, but no longer it kept him from being present and grateful.

This morning started as usual and continued to be great till the evening when Joker received a phone call from one of his minion.

- Something urgent? - you asked as you read the expression on his face.

- Unfortunately - he sighed as he looked at you apologetically.- Hey - you grabbed his hand as you realized what he was thinking - we've spent the whole day together and it was a very good day.

- I know - he intertwined his fingers with yours - But I was away yesterday night and the night before and the night... - he sighed again - I understand if you're upset.

- I'm not, I understand that there's something big going on in Gotham and you're in the center of it. You told me that you have to deal with it or else it's gonna be pretty bad and I believe you. No reason to apologize.

For a moment he looked at you like he was about to cry, but he smiled instead. - I'm gonna get you something nice, I promise.

- You don't have to - you kissed his white painted cheek - just get home not injured and whole and try not to wake me up this time at 2am, ok?

- He laughed - Alrighty, I'll try.

And the evening continued... This day was a day like many others before, nothing was odd, nothing gave him a feeling that something bad may happen. Ultimately he'd learned how to stop himself from filling his head with pessimistic thoughts.

Later when he was on the doorstep he took a last look at you and you blew him a kiss, which he pretended to catch with his hand and hide it in his pocket.

- Till later my prince, remember to stay alive for me - you said as usual.

And that was the last words he heard from you.

He didn't remember what exactly happened when he got home, only some parts. He remembered running so fast till he almost spitted out his heart. He remembered getting inside the apartment along with the door (he must had kicked them in, he guessed). He remembered walking around the apartment from room to room frantic, searching for you everywhere, even inside the fridge, while calling to his minions to get their asses here, right the fuck now.

He remembered the threats he'd gotten from his enemy. He didn't want to believe they were real.

He remembered seeing the fire escape window being broken to smithereens, just like his heart right now.

He hated himself for being too late.

The research started immediately and it was as messy and nervous as it could be during the circumstances. Joker was flouncing around the headquarter being in constant touch with every research group he'd created. He yelled, he begged, he laughed. People couldn't understand what he was saying anymore.

Second after second, minute after minute, he swore he could hear the clock ticking in his head. Loudly, mercilessly, painfully.

Gary felt incredibly sorry for Joker, he was the only one that stayed with him (mostly because others rather went on a search than being exposed to angry Joker) and now he was trying to find a way to give him some hope and comfort, so he wouldn't spiral down into the ultimate violence and madness.

- We-we're gonna know where she is soon boss, Big Bane is taking his time before he inform you about her. He just want to torture you. You can't le-

- Tell me something more useful than that - Joker hissed between his teeth - I don't want to listen to craps all therapists say. Gary sighed and watched as Joker walked over a table. The clown looked at the phone that wasn't ringing and pulled out a gun. Shots were loud and fast. 1,2,3,4 and then only clicks.

- Do you think I killed the person who was about to call me? - He laughed, his laugh was high-pitched and hurt Gary's ears - Through cable, ha?! Hahaha!

Gary didn't response, just went to a supply room to find another phone.

Minutes had started slipping by very fast after Big Bane contacted Joker, telling him where to meet, telling him that he had his partner and was about to kill them if he didn't do exactly as he said.

There was no time to think, no time to disagree, no time to come up with a clever plan.

Joker showed up without his minions as he was told, alone with his hands up in the air. The air was cold, the Sun was going to bed and Joker regretted that he hadn't done the same thing yesterday instead of going out.

- Where is she?! - he called out glaring with his death stare at Big Bane, but his stare no longer made the right impression.

- Not so fast, J - the guy stood in front of Joker with one hand in his gucci pants and one hand holding a gun, the pants barely held his big fat stomach - first you do what I told you, you admit that you've lost and that your days are over in Gotham, you're gonna take off this ridiculous costume and make up and make me the King of crime. Officially.

- Whatever, you can be whoever you want, I surrender, just give me back my Y/N!

Big Bane laughed as he nodded to his bodyguard - sure, have her, or whatever left of her.

- Arthur!

He heard your weak voice, but for a moment he couldn't tell where it came from, then he looked up and saw you on the edge of a platform, holding by another bad guy.

- No! Don't let her go! - he screamed as he looked in panic as you were dangling over the edge. The guy that was with you held a strong grip over your hair.

- What is it Joker? I thought you want her back? The fastest way is a way down.

Big Bane laughed, he laughed as he took a step back to look at you.

- Look at her! So frightened fragile thing!

Joker clenched his fists as he realized that it wasn't only about Bane's demands, he was a psychopath and it was about revenge.

He moved fast forward, not losing his sight of you, not even blinking. He wanted to be fast, fast enough to catch you. He wanted you to be fine above everything else.

Minutes that were going like crazy before slowed down to very long dreadful seconds. One moment you felt pain by your hair being pulled so roughly, next moment you saw your boyfriend, the love of your life rushing to you, screaming your name, and the last thing you registered was the platform below you quickly zoomed up.

The day started great as always. Morning coffee and breakfast, gestures of love. Nothing could tear you apart from each other.

He put on his Joker clothes, you helped him finish his makeup... Between kisses and hugs you told him you loved him and he smiled telling you the same. Then he kissed the top of your hand and danced with you to The Platters song - You'll never know.

Day like always. Nothing could change those happy little moments between you.

You'll never know just how much I miss you You'll never know just how much I care And if I tried, I still couldn't hide my love for you You ought to know, for haven't I told you so A million or more times

Bu then the night begun and it was darker than ever.

You were lying in his arms, your forehead was bleeding, your shirt was stained with blood as well, you had bruises on your jaw and a fresh cut on your cheek. Your eyelids were slightly open, fighting to stay open and you told Joker that you were tired. You felt something wet landing on your face, but you didn't ask. You heard Joker saying something in repeat over and over like a mantra and you thought you knew what it was, but you didn't ask.

In the background there were loud noises, gunshots, screaming, sirens. Joker were kneeling and keeping you close to his chest until the paramedics came. They squatted down next to him taking you from him as he barely recognized what they were asking. His own voice mixed with the memory of yours was the only thing he could hear right now.

- Stay alive for me, stay alive for me, stayaliveforme, satyaliveforme...

Like a mantra.

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