#( now i just...want artie to deeply fall in love with someone....who will never love him back..... )

[brokenmagxc]

x. don't hate me but unrequited love plotline pls.

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

6 SONG SOUNDTRACK (Part 1 - DISCO FUNK)

@chaosteddybear tagged me in the following game and the autism won. I decided to make an extra challenge for myself: a themed playlist with 1 'outsider' or anachronistic track that still fits the overall vibe. We begin... with Disco Funk.

PREPARE YOUR BUTTS

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following: 1. An event that defines your character's past 2. How your character sees themselves 3. How others view them 4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic) 5. A major fight scene 6. End Credits song

Spotify Youtube Music

1. AFRO CUBAN BAND* - Something's Gotta Give -

Dreams have done their share of dying love cries out but no one hears - oh, Something Something's got to give We can't, We can't go on like this

Is it a little on the nose? Sure. But a midnight revelation that he simply couldn't continue his life as it was going put Zell on the road to discovering his own path. He aches for the hurting, broken world he was brought into; he may not have the answer for fixing things, but he has to try something. Even if he's unsure of himself, even if he's convinced of his own fragility, he can fake strength if he can get out. He can't do anything while locked away in a Hellknight compound in Lepistadt, so he goes. And so it goes...

2. ARTIE SHAW - Nightmare - (Instrumental)

The problem with having an unclear sense of purpose and underdeveloped, poor self-esteem is that it can lead one down a path of introspection that keeps one in a spiral. Zell is an outsider when he isn't a rebel, never fitting with any authority and rarely synchronizing with any group; uncomfortable in his own body even when he's done everything he can to feel like himself. He desperately wants to solve the conundrum of connection - even when he's successful he has doubts that haunt him, especially in the lonely hours in the night.

(It's called Depression but they haven't invented therapy in Golarion yet)

Why this is the Anachronistic Outsider - Zell himself is a man out of time... even he doesn't know how old he is or how long he spent in Areelu Vorlesh's "care."

3. DEODATO - Also Sprach Zarathustra (instrumental)

I'm being a little bit of a shit with this; historically the misinterpretation of Nietzsche's Zarathustra have been that the title character is a teacher of doctrine/great leader/himself the 'Übermensch' he urges humanity to become. The actions of someone who wishes not to speak to the masses but instead live his own life of contemplation - and if he ever leads, to do it by example - often get twisted into fanatic parasocialization... if that isn't the life of the Knight Commander I don't know what is. Plus, this is just a bop.

4. EVELYN "CHAMPAGNE" KING - Shame

Ooh-ooh, it's a, oh-oh, it's a shame (Shame) oh-oh, it's a (Shame) mama** just don't understand Oh, how I love my man (shame) It's a, oh, it's a (shame)

Falling for someone when you already don't like yourself a whole lot can be hard, but it's much harder when nobody else likes the someone you love. Sometimes you just have to whip around and be assertive: the real shame would be abandoning what you have. Especially when it's this good.

5. C.J. & CO - Devil's Gun***

Get a new direction Well, well, well another resurrection Well now don't wait hesitate Or it's gonna be too late Flames are getting higher Got to jump out of the fire

I felt this fit as a big combat piece for Azata path especially; deeply anti-authoritarian theme about bringing together the community and avoiding the Devil (literal, figurative, and so on) and rebuilding? Yes please.

6. FRANCO MICALIZZI - Stridulum Theme (Instrumental)****

I wanted to close us out with something that felt a little magical and strange; this is a longtime favorite that really fit the bill.

TAGGING~ @Rlainarin @thedosianexplorer @arendaes I'm pretty sure two of you have already been tagged so feel no obligation, naturally.

*Had to transcribe the lyrics here myself so I'm not 100% sure I got them on the mark. Frustratingly I think this group only did one other track, which was the b-side for Something's Gotta Give. Real bummer, I love what I've found.

**Mama in this context is 100% Irabeth. She does NOT approve of this obviously farcical union. She's watching Arendae like a HAWK .

***YES, OF COURSE I played this during the Mephistopheles fight, who do you think I am?! TBH it was a real close call between this and Stayin' Alive but Devil's Gun won out for thematic reasons.

****I've had this track on Zell's playlist for a long time simply because I love the sound. It's the theme to a truly bizarre 70s Italian horror flick called The Visitor / Stridulum that's worth catching if you're curious. Free on youtube via the link.

[ohallthecrushes]

That one day... // Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: I’m tired, my lower back is in pain and I should be sleeping, but my hyperfocus didn’t let me. xD So somehow I made this one shot that I was pretty sure I’d never finish. Arthur is sweet, but dark and creepy and in love with reader.

Summary: You and Arthur just became friends. He fell in love with you from the beginning, but because you were hurt before you want to stay just friends with him. You thought he’d be ok with it, but of course he’s not. Soon you start falling in love with him too, but having in mind what you decided before, you try to ignore your feelings for him. When you finally let him know, he doesn’t believe you and it turns out into a little disaster. Can someone teach me how to write good summary?

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You and Arthur were friends for some time now. One month to be more precisely. It all started with you coming up to him and asking if he was alright after you saw him standing before a building you lived in...

Looking lost in thoughts. 

In the middle of a pouring rain.

Without an umbrella.

Broken down and beaten up.

It was a simple gesture of kindness that you took him to the nearest donuts shop and bought him a hot coffee to warm him up. You sat down with him and made him to talk. Reassuring him that you wanted to sit there with him and you actually wanted to help even by just lending an ear.

It was a gesture of kindness, but it was a magic moment to Arthur.

His life had changed that day.

You gave him your phone number, just in case he ever wanted to talk again and he thanked you and apologized to you for the trouble at least seven times before you two left the shop and separated.

He didn’t call you the next days, weeks even, which felt somewhat disappointing. You were hoping that he would call to offer you a coffee or something like that. Not that you wanted him to repay you. You just... You felt like he was a good sensitive man, a gentle soul so hard to find in Gotham that you would like to know better.

It was a shame that he wasn’t interested.

But then, you couldn’t know that he spent two whole weeks following you around, getting information about you and learning your daily habits.

You couldn’t know. He made sure of that.

It was that one day when you accidentally bumped on him when you were going back from work that he invited you to your favorite coffee shop down the street. You agreed with a smile, lucky you felt that day.

He appeared to you as a shy, timid man with daily struggle and mental problems but also with big hopes and dreams.

He was always polite and considerate of your feelings, and he asked you a lot of questions about you and your life.

Some were simple and silly like your favourite color or songs you often listened to.

Some were more intimate and even inappropriate at times. But you were never upset with him for asking such. You knew he didn’t have any friends that he could learnt from what healthy boundaries were.

Until now, of course.

You became his friend and you two began to meet more often. He opened up to you some time later and you could see how much more comfortable he started to feel around you.

You even noticed that he felt comfortable enough to gently brushed his hand over yours when you two were walking through a park. Something was in the air...

That was when you had to stop him.

- Arthur...

- Yes?

- Remember when I told you about my ex boyfriend? And how fucked up our relationship was?

- Yes...

- You know... how... hurt I was. I’m not ready to start dating yet. I hope you understand that and you don’t take it personally, I...

- Oh, it’s alright - he nodded his head a little to vigorously to fully hide that he’d been hoping for something to happen between you - I didn’t try to do anything, just... I get that you’re not ready, I do. I’d like us to stay friends too.

- You’re sure? 

- Mhm - the way he lowered his head and avoid the eye contact told you he wasn’t fully honest.

- Artie...

- I’ll be alright, really. I have feelings for you, you know, but I don’t want to destroy what we already have. You’re my friend... You’re my only friend. I don’t wanna lose you.

You wanted to say something, but he smiled at you softly.

- Don’t worry about me, Y/N, I’ll be fine.

That day you were foolish enough to think that he actually would be alright about you two being just friends. He seemed fine at that moment and you thought that because it was just the beginning that his feelings for you weren’t strong enough yet, so they would be easier to suppress, easier to ignore. As if it was something he could just take back.

But he was already far too deep and beyond the point of turning back.

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You didn’t get back to that topic ever again.

You kept hanging out with each other everyday you could, and everyday when you couldn’t you were talking by phone, telling each other how your day was and sharing your thoughts on different topics. He was telling you jokes and listening you laughing. While you were feeding him with your home made cookies and watching him dance in his Carnival costume. You kept each other company as friends do, ignoring the fact that sometimes, just sometimes he looked at you with an old hope and longing.

You stayed just friends.

But your smile was his favourite thing in this world to look at.

And he occasionally told you a few compliments to make you blush as well - his second favorite thing to look at.

But his voice was the last thing you heard before you went to sleep and the first thing you heard when you woke up.

But “goodmornings and goodbyes” became your daily habits. Something you couldn’t get through a day and night without.

But he sometimes surprised you with small gifts, like your favorite cupcake or something related to your hobby. Smallest things so you wouldn’t forget about him.

But everyday you were getting more and more excited to see him.

And before you know... You were far too deep and beyond the point of turning back.

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It was that one day when you two were chilling on his couch, drinking tea and watching old comedies. You were facing each other and silly laughing about... oh who cares what.

You felt happy when he was around you. You felt excited when he looked at you or called you by your name. You felt things towards him a friend shouldn’t feel.

You had realized that a week before, but you’d tried to ignore it. You’d managed to ignore it somehow even though it hurt you inside. It burnt a hole in your heart when you also had realized that you couldn't tell him. After all you were the one that had insisted to stay just friends. You were the one thinking foolishly that feelings can be easily repressed or forgotten. You should had knew better than that.

Your eyes were wandering all over his face as you tried to silence your heart at that moment.

But his small hiccups were adorable and his smile was so wide and his crooked tooth looked so cute.

But you couldn’t look away from his lips as well.

You couldn’t take it anymore. How could you be so naive? How could you deny him and yourself something you both felt so deeply?

You stopped smiling and started screaming inside.

- Y/N? - he asked puzzled and concerned as he reached out to touch your arm - What’s wrong? You look like you’re in pain...

You were in pain, indeed.

To stop yourself from crying you started laughing. But it was a sad laugh that Arthur wasn’t amused with.

- Y/N?

- Oh god! I can’t... I can’t do this anymore - you shook your head as you dramatically covered your face with your hands and put your head up. You couldn’t just sit there pretending anymore, hurting your feelings like that.

Arthur stared at you confused and worried, wondering what made you say that and what did you mean.

He’d noticed that you’d been acting weird lately, that during conversations your head had been somewhere else and it was as if you'd been hiding something before him. He didn’t want to pry, but he couldn’t help but felt that whatever that was, had something to do with him.

Suddenly he felt insecure again. His old demons started barking.

Did you just... agree that you couldn’t stand him and pretend to be his friend anymore? Did one of his fear just became a reality?

- W-what are you saying? What d-do you mean you can’t?

You spread your fingers to look at him. You didn’t want to take your hands off your face, cause you knew you were blushing like hell.

- I can’t just... - you took a deep breath - i can’t just be your friend...

Something in his eyes told you that you just hurt his feelings in an awful way. You didn’t mean to! Oh no, let me explain!

- I mean I... I didn’t want to sound... I find it hard to... - you struggled with your words and you saw how the light in his eyes slowly disappeared, replaced by something much darker and empty.

He thought he was right, his brain hadn’t lied to him this time. You really did despise him, didn’t you? You had just pretended that you liked him, because you felt pity for him, when in reality you couldn’t even stand him. He was right from the beginning, wasn’t he? He clutched his fists and felt like his lower lip began to shake as well as one of his knee.

You couldn’t see how scared he was, how disappointed and hurt, cause you shut your eyes closed, trying to focus on the right words. But the right words just couldn’t came out and you felt frustrated with your own disability to handle this conversation that you’d just started.

- Oh, for fuck’s sake - you said as you opened your eyes and leaned forward, letting your lips express what your mind couldn’t. You kissed him or more likely pressed your lips to his in a little desperate manner, silencing you both from racing thoughts for a brief moment. Then you leaned back, opened your eyes and waited. He looked at you confused and anxious and you knew what was coming next.

He pressed his hands to the place where your lips had been just a second ago and burst into a very loud very hurtful laughter. His body turned away from you shaking as if he wanted to hide himself from you, from your sight, so you wouldn’t pity him even more. He could feel your hand gently caressing his back as you always did when he had his fit, but you did this only because you had to, right? You didn’t really want to be there with him or for him in that matter. He was just a freak to you. He was just. A. Freak. A very naive freak.

- W-why... are... why are y-you... mocking me... like this?! - he managed to gasped out as his laughter scaled down. He was siting with his head lowered and his eyes on the floor. His eyebrows were knitted, his leg was bouncing fast and he was seriously upset.

- What? I’m not... - you were confused now, his sudden outburst made you withdraw your hand. Wasn’t you clear enough with your kiss? - I’m not mocking you, Arthur, I’m...

- You know I have feelings for you and you’re mocking me with that kiss!

- I’m not! That’s not what I wanted to-

- You said - he interjected you - that you can’t do this anymore. That you can’t be my friend! What you meant is that you can’t pretend anymore that you like me. You said that! And then - he glared at you with a hurtful look in his eyes - then you kissed me to mock me - he added with a lower much more quiet voice. For a moment you were afraid to speak up.

But you started to grasp on his way of thinking. And... oh boy.

- No... You’re wrong, Arthur. I didn’t kiss you to mock you. Why would I.. - you sighed - What I meant by that is... I have feelings for you too and that’s why I can’t pretend to be just your friend anymore.

He looked away and took a moment to process your words. He didn’t look at you and you were afraid that he wouldn’t believe you, but his leg slowly stopped bouncing and when he finally looked at you, his eyes were soft looking and his voice didn’t sound so dangerous. 

He didn’t fully believe you, but he was getting there.

- You... have feelings for me too? - he repeated very slowly as he was still processing what he’d heard.

- Yes, I do. I’m sorry I wasn’t clear enough with that before.

Slowly his body turned to you and he became visibly more relaxed. His eyebrows twitched as he finally got what you were saying.

- But you said before that you wanted to stay friends...

- I know and that was... well, very stupid of me. 

You took his hand in yours.

- I fell in love with you Arthur and if you still feel the same about me... Then I’m ready to start something new.

His face lightened up with a big smile and you saw tears in his eyes.

- Y/N... Oh god, I’m so sorry I reacted like that! I thought that... I let myself thought things I shouldn’t have. But that was my...

- ... your fears talking, I know.

He gently squeezed your hand and leaned down to assure you that he still felt the same about you.

He cupped your face and kissed you with an overflow of passion.

That day your life had changed.

[juniaships]

Actiontoongorlz's Top 8 Canon x OC Ships 💖💖

I've been looking at OTP/Couples memes for a while and decided that it's time for me to make my own! For an extra surprise I'm not putting Ben Tennyson x Jora Holiday on this list because I focus too much on them anyways & I want my other OCs & their loves to have the spotlight for a change. The timing couldn't be more perfect as we're close to Valentine's Day!!! If you don't support canon x oc or find my ships displeasing then move along because this is a Happy Place! 😁😁 Again these are couples that I consider my personal OTPs in regards to canon x oc. That and making more content with my ships in general! Be warned the text is long and contains spoilers for certain shows and such!!

Clarify: these are my own ocs so there's not going to be anyone else's oc/canon. I might have to save that for another post in the future! 💚 But yeah these are characters that I came up with :]

Alright I'm done ranting, let's get started!

1. Sonic x Lani: I never quite gave much thought into this pair as I should so I promise to do something with them in the future! I promise! What I appreciate about SonLani is that there's little drama, like everything is super chill because both parties are chill. It's not a big deal and they don't need grand gestures to show how much they care about each other. Unlike Preboot Archie with its carts full of poorly written romance and strangely OOC moments on Sonic's end, SonLani had a lot of time to grow, while keeping his established personality in check. They actually communicate with each other, and stick by each other thick and thin. Lani loves Sonic for who he is & has no plans on changing him. Likewise Sonic has someone he can rely on when things get tough; not to mention he can really be himself around her without going all "iLl sLOw dOWn fOr U." Plus the ship name I gave them is a huge nod to the games ^_^

2. Jason x Vanessa: A recent pair due to Vanessa being a new creation but I'm honestly in love with them right now. In-universe they are regarded as the prime example of 'Opposites Attract' in Odyssey. They didn't get along very well in Jason's first couple of months in town due to his hardheaded self and her aloof demeanor. But through events such as Blackgaard and Novacom they gradually learn to trust one another. They see each other in a different light, Vanessa realising that Jason is a lot more thoughtful than he lets on, and Jason discovering her hidden fun side and kindness. Vanessa provides challenges and a sense of normalcy Jason can enjoy away from spy business. Meanwhile Jason fulfills her thirst of adventure & simultaneous desire for a peaceful life as well as spirituality. They're a equals, regarding each other as such and not to mention the BANTER! Hard to believe a former nun can keep up with a secret agent both physically and trading barbs XD. There's also the Forbidden Love factor of Vanessa being the duaghter of Regis Blackgaard, Jason defending her because he KNOWS she is nothing like her old man. Their friendship and romance overcome so many obstacles. I can honestly say that if Vanessa was canon she'd be the type of person Jason would like to be with especially over Jillian Marshall *gags*

3. Kaysha Wallace x Leo Hamato: Now here's a ship that I want to get more into 😁😁 Honestly I love the idea of this pairing: the serious leadee x bubbly spirit! Kaysha is very perky yet understands Leo's feelings on shouldering so much responsibility (she being the oldest child in her family). She's very willing to support him because she doesn't want to see him get all weary from burden. Likewise Leo can be himself around her, and teach her to be more responsible. He doesn't doubt her potential and sees her as an equal even during those periods where she was not on par with the other ninja. Kaysha shows Leo it's okay to relax and let other people help him out and not shut everyone out. When Leo expresses his ability to give her a safe life she simply laughs it off; the way she sees it him simply there in her life is enough. The most interesting facet is their dynamic varies between shows, so you'd see different scenarios and reactions as well as similarities and differences in their romance subplot.

4. Artie x Rhodanthe: Another couple I seriously need to give more attention to, they're meant to be is the foil to Shrek and Fiona in several ways. Artie and Rho may come from different social classes but they're both searching for a purpose to prove their haters wrong. Artie lacked confidence while Rho was overconfident believing she didn't need help. Together Artie learns to stand up for not only for his kingdom and loved ones hut also for himself; Rho's pride gets tempered by Artie's kindness and willingness to compromise. Another thing I like is that Artie has someone who loves him for him not because he is attractive and of royal blood. Likewise Rho has someone who respects her in spite of her social standing & shares her beliefs in making life easier for the poor & outcasts. While both lacke the physical prowess of Shrek and Fiona they rely on each other's resourcefulness and strategic thinking to get by. Unlike Shrek and Fiona they don't get married at the end of their focus movie, resolving to figure out where to take their relationship next. They still have their own life goals and don't want to rush into a relationship which sends a pretty good message. However they have their disagreements - in fact they got a huge argument that became a plot point in Shrek Forever After - but through it all they rediscover the things that made them fall in true love with each other. I'm really loving the subplot I have planned where they forget their memories and slowly fall back in love again.

5. Finn x Alma: Surprise! Yes8 I have a Cars OC (that was originally a fanon Disney Princess) who is the niece of Tow Mater in my verse and she enters a relationship with Finn McMissile. The thing I love about this pair is that it allows Alma to use her skills to flourish, treating amd healing injured spies. She's also into travel and adventure so she can pretty much keep up with Finn. Likewise Finn realizes she is more than just a pretty face or a one-off fling but someone with the passion to face challenges head on; Finn seems to love a good challenge! But overall they'd make a nice pairing, Finn showing Alma the world and Alma showing Finn some of the more simpler things in life.

6. Alexander Paine & Qiu Jin: Well well well look at what the cat dragged in? If it isn't our first villain pairing? XD Just kidding only one half is a genuine villain. What makes this couple so unique in that their storyline goes way back to before the events of the show, he being a agent and she a mechanic. They loved each other deeply, even to the point of starting a family, but forced apart due to some troubling events. When they do get back together it's not so much a bittersweet reunion as Paine became a full villain and Qiu Jin had spent years in&out mental institution before being released There's visible pain & regret, Alexander desperately wanting a semblance of what they once had. He seeks power not just for himself for to heal her. But Jin refuses to go along with his schemes wanting nothing more than to move on and see their children. Jin is a huge Mortality Pet for him, but his own selfish desires for power is a major obstacle their love can't overcome. It's the more bittersweet of my pairings but an important one nonetheless.

7. Bruce Wayne x Nicola Holden: Ok the Brooding Guy/Gentle Girl trope is a mixed bag these days but I really like this trope in regards to Brucola. Like with Artie/Rho, Bruce and Nicola come from different social classes but has that same compassion and drive to help others. Nicola is someone Bruce can trust but at the same time she lets him know there are boundaries (aka don't use my weaknesses as a contingency plan). I also feel like Bruce needs a sort of normal love interest, while he has canon normal girlfriends most of them were pretty boring. At least with Nicola she has has a life outside being a love interest her own goals and motivations. She also loves Bruce for him, not because of his money and good looks. It's a generally healthy dynamic built on honesty & empathy. Another reason why I find this pair adorable is that it actually matches with the rest of the Trinity; you know, like how Superman is with a journalist and Wondy is with a soldier/agent. Nicola & Bruce having different ways of pursuing justice while still sharing similar moral codes. It helps that Nicola is actually a hero rather than an antihero/villain/straight villain (Bruce dating a villan would only make him look like a hypocrite). Nicola sees all facets of Bruce's life and makes the choice to stay; provides some much needed light not just in his life but also the rest of the Batfam. In turn Bruce has another connection to the normal world that is willing to be in his life and see him genuinely happy. They're mature adults who ground each other and build each other up.

8. Optimus Prime x Malina Lovelace: Okay is it just me or do I think TFA Optimus Prime needs more love? What's funny is that at first Malina didn't like the thought of being outshined by newcomers in her superhero career. Spending time with Optimus makes her realize that there's more to being a superhero than fame. Optimus doesn't look down on her, and is more than willing to work with her and appreciate her work. She becomes touched by his friendliness and aceepts him and the other Bots. At the same time Malina reminds Optimus that it's okay to make mistakes and move on, and that it's okay to cut toxic people out. I even wrote a noncanon ficlet where Malina calls out Sentinel and Blackarachnia for the way they treat Optimus. OptMalina is a romance built on respect despite the obvious differences. Not to mention they have each other's back, and they learn about each other each time. And just like with KayLeo and BatRose there's different continuities which means unique versions of the Optlina pair. The Bayverse *chortle* and Prime versions are a few I'd love to explore in the future!

Miscellaneous

- Chad Charming x Soraya Nedakh: Essentially snobby rich kid who learns to be self sufficient and see past appearances through a positive influence. Soraya helps Chad to understand that being royalty isn't just pretty clothes and parties but actually using that status to help others. And Chad actually has his views challenged: Soraya doesn't back down easily.

- Jetta x Zane: The concept of JettaZane (or A Touch Of Snow/IceMagic) is that the robot teaches the human what it's like to be human. Jetta started out as an extremely cold person and a loner, but her time with Zane - the literal ninja of ice - gradually melts her heart & she becomes more caring and accepting. So the robot programmed to be human helps the human raised to be a cold machine unlearn her toxic traits and reclaim her humanity. Also Pixane is kinda boring imo, like they're only together because they're both robots. Not very compelling if you ask me.

- Brian Crown x Kelly Arbol: The wellmeaning goofball and the beatnik poet are something I rarely see much of, but that pretty much sums up their ship. Brian may be a bit self centered but he has a heart of gold and through Kelly's influence he becomes more confident in being a worthy successor to his dad. Meanwhile Brian respects Kelly in and out costume and teaches her how to have fun. Not to mention Kelly interacts with someone outside her circle, which is a welcome change from the trope of only dating someone within your circle.

- Janus Lee x Lenora Rose: Another pair from the same show as Paine and Qiu Jin, there's not much to say on them other than it's one of the most tragic couples. Lenora died a long time ago due to circumstances beyond her & Mr. Lee's control and it's her death that was the catalyst to his gradual descent into evil. As the show goes on we see glimpses of their life together and realize that Lenora is more than the Ghost, she was someone with her own dreams and motivations. She and Janus were outcasts who found companionship in each other, and were able to build a life together using their hard-earned resources to help others. Even in the last few months of her life she didn't go down without a fight, wanting her legacy to be one of love and hope. It's her memory that may be the key to redeeming Mr. Lee in the future of A.T.O.M.

- Ben Florian x Paige: Again not much else to say but they're the antithesis of Mal x Ben. One thing that bothers me about Mal & Ben is that they are supposed to be equals when it's pretty darn obvious from the scenes they were not. With PaigeBen it's clear that they ARE equals who respect each other. Ben's agency isn't reduced to just love interest, he has someone he has good communication with and wants to see him succeed. Paige has someone who shares her interests and see her more than just that One American Newbie. They LEARN to work together without love potions involved. Plus we haven't had a commoner Disney Princess in a while so Paige fills in as someone who works her way into high status then uses that status to help others with Ben at her side.

That's enough of my Canon x OC OTPs! I hope to explore them more throughout the year :) I work hard to flesh out my OCs and their romantic storylines as if they're real 💚😌

I do have KayLeo week planned for Feb 14 to Feb 21 so don't be shocked when I start posting rottmnt stuff or art of Kaysha! Anyways these are my personal ships that I enjoy despite the lack of content I made of them, so hopefully I have the creative juices flowing to make more stuff! Final note I'm working on a platonic oc x canon meme to show that love doesn't have to be romantic. A

[jacks-jester]

My Love.

[Phoenix! Joker x Reader] angsty but ends with fluff

Words: 3,193

Warnings: Angsty, abandonment trauma, sexual harassment, mentions of murder, mentions of attempted sexual assault/rape. (This is a pretty heavy piece, nothing super explicit though)

Summary: After three years, you run into the man you had abandoned all those years ago. He was never the Joker to you though, to you he was always Arthur- your love, your one and only. What happens when he reunites with you for the first time post killing Murray? What happens when it seems the person you left has disappeared.

A/N~ This took me literally all day to type up, I kept revising it and fixing it up. I think I portrayed Arthur a bit better but still would like to work on him more, I feel I can do better in the future. Once again, Requests are open for fics/drabbles/hcs. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

It had been three years since you had last spoken to Arthur, three years since you two had slept together, three years since you had left him. It was no secret that the two of you had your fair share of mental issues, but maybe that's what had balanced you two out so well. You both understood each other, truly saw one another, when either one of you had an episode or a fit, the other would know the perfect way to calm the situation down. However, there were downsides to Arthur and your relationship. The main issue though, was both of your shared insecurities. The two of you both thought you weren’t worthy of one another, though you would both combat each others thought constantly.

It was painful leaving him, but you had done it and the second it was done, you couldn’t find the guts to go back. You and Arthur had been neighbors for years, the two of you always sharing light conversations in the elevator, eventually the light conversation grew into a friendship, and soon after a relationship. You are Arthur had always been a match made in heaven, always being there for each other and ensuring the other was supported at all times. He was the only person you felt who truly saw you, and likewise to him - some things are just too good to last you always told yourself.

You had left shortly after your 2 year anniversary, after a night spent in each others arms, the two of you staying up until you were exhausted, relishing in the feeling of each others bodies. Arthur always had a habit of falling asleep after making love, always seeming most at ease in the moments afterwards. You figured it was due to the fact he felt content, secure, and cared for in those moments - his deepest insecurities buried away temporarily. It was that night as you stayed awake, fingers gently combing through his brown hair that you truly took him in. He was perfection in every sense of the words - his hair soft and fluffy to the touch, his cheeks hollowed out which only made his jaw and cheekbones that much more chiseled, he was skinny - to a point some might be scared of his form, but to you he was absolute artwork, every nook and cranny etched in your mind, his emerald eyes were always full of love and admiration when he looked at you no matter how difficult the day had been. Your favorite thing about him though was his carefree laugh, his real ones, not the kind the racked his body, his throat closing as the cackles were forced out due to discomfort.

In that moment your insecurities rang in your head on repeat, unable to tear your gaze from the man you loved so deeply. He was everything someone could ask for, and you had no doubt he was the only person out there for you, the only person who would ever understand you, the only person in the entirety of this wretched world that would love you unconditionally. He always had such a big heart, and you knew from the moment you had first seen him that he was the one for you. Deep in your subconscious though, your monsters whispered venom into your mind. 

‘He’s too good for you. You could never give him what he deserve. He’s only settled for you, and now you’re holding him back from what he deserves. He could find someone so much better than you, you’re suffocating him from that opportunity. You’re not his one, even if you wish you could be.’

Your illness had won that night, tearing you away from your home, from happiness, from him. You didn’t spare a second glance as you packed a few of your personal belongings in one of his work duffel bags, pushing a decent amount of cash into the bag, left your key on the counter, and left with not so much as a note. You had taken the first bus out of town, trying your best to settle a life outside of Gotham, as far from him as possible. You never dated anyone else, unable to find attraction or comfort in anyone but him - always comparing the people you met to him. You found yourself worse off than when you left, but hoped he would find someone better for him. There were several times you had to force yourself to not run back - too ashamed of what he might think, even more scared you’d find him with a new life, despite the fact that it was what you had wanted in the first place.

Three years had passed, scrounging for money, trying to find work, attempting to find some remnants of the happiness you had felt before you’d left. By a sick twist of fate, you had found yourself back in Gotham - Gotham being the only place you could find decent work. A week. That's all it took for you to regret taking the job. You were working as a bank teller, your boss was an absolute pompous snob, your coworkers were perverted, and the customers were absolutely horrific. You bared with it though, knowing this was one of your last real opportunities for a steady job. The entirety of Gotham drained your energy completely when you lived here; so in an attempt to maintain some of your sanity and positivity, you avoided the news at all cost. In Gotham, the news brought nothing but negative things to dampen anyone's day.

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It was another lousy day at work, dealing with customers who were idiots, dealing with groping and harassment from your coworkers, your boss seeming to constantly look for an excuse to fire you. You were nearing the end of your shift when it happened, protestors had moved up the city after being confronted with police aggression downtown. These weren’t the peaceful type though, these were the kind hell bent on causing as much chaos and damage as possible. A good part of you sided with them, understanding their outrage at the unfair treatment towards the less unfortunate of Gotham, towards the kind of people you and Arthur were. Even now, you had to forge documents to get your job, knowing any sign of mental illness would immediately erase any chance you had at securing a job.

You watched as people in clown masks flooded the streets as night began to fall, the glass doors of the bank allowing you a full view of the riots. Cars were set aflame, a few more confrontational protestors smashing the glass of the bank doors and windows, the city was screaming. The anguish and anger radiated off the mob like wildfire, their shouting echoing through the streets outside the bank. You knew it was only a matter of time until they would begin robbing the bank, hoarding the money they could secure. You opted to leave the second you shift ended, wanting to keep as far away from the damage as possible, just go home and sleep. 

You secured a few of your belongings, tossing your bag over your shoulder as you headed out the backdoor, sparing a last glance at the building crowd. You let out a sigh as you began walking away from large white building, knowing it was fastest to take the back alleys to get to the buses. The alleys were smothered in fog and smoke, the moldy air clinging to your lungs with each breath your took in, you hated it here. You had nearly reached the end of the alleys when you were harshly grabbed by the arm, thrown against a wall soon afterwards. Your head buzzed as you tried to ground yourself, your eyes clenched shut as your pulse frenzied, anxiety quickly beginning to overtake you. 

Upon opening your eyes, you were met with the figures of three men in clown masks, their statures towering over you. You knew this wasn’t going to end well for you, that was one thing Arthur had always worried about - there were too many stories of girls being found dead in alleyways after a mishap walking home. You watched them closely, the middle one of the three holding a knife out towards you, the blade less than a foot from your face. You could hear their deranged laughter, giddy at the sight of you so helpless as your eyes flicked around wildly, like a animal cornered by predators, aware of the fact you were prey. They were like hyenas, stalking the meat they so desperately craved, knowing nobody would bat an eye if you were to turn up dead the next morning, knowing they could easily get away with it with no repercussions in sight.

You let out a muffled scream as one of them clapped a hand over your mouth, the other two making their way towards you, hands already reaching out to strip you of your clothes. You pinched your eyes shut, preparing for what you knew was coming, knowing nobody was around to help, knowing you had nobody who would mourn you. While your eyes were clenched shut you couldn’t help but try to ground yourself from the onslaught of panic, trying to think of happy things - though only one thing came to mind. Arthur. Not a day had gone by that you didn’t miss his company, longed to hear his laugh and feel his arms around you, wished for the way he’d look at you, actually seeing you with unprecedented love and admiration. Artie. 

While your cries were muffled and salty tears poured down your face, you and your attackers had failed to notice a presence approaching the four of you. You jolted as three gunshots rang out, the bangs resonating off the narrow alley walls. Your ears rang due to the close proximity of the gunfire, the touch you had been dreading never coming, instead you could hear bodies falling to the ground with sickening thuds, the hand over your mouth immediately releasing as another thud sounded from beside you. You didn’t dare open your eyes as tears continued to pour down your cheeks, streamlines running down your paled face. 

You jumped lightly as the new intruder gently kicked your foot in order to get you to look at them, upon opening your eyes you were greeted with a white handkerchief. You had yet to look at your protector, grabbing the handkerchief with a choked out thank you. While drying your tears, you were greeted with the familiar scent of cigarette smoke, coming from the person directly in front of you. He wasn’t what you’d pictured he’d look like. He had emerald green hair, a crimson suit which comfortably hugged his body, a green nearly teal button up, and a mustard vest. He stood comfortably, one hand tucked in his pants pocket while the other held a cigarette between his lips, the pale alley light casting an ethereal glow around him.

After a moment of looking away, he turned to face you, a hand going out to help you up. He didn’t say anything in that moment, simply beckoning for you to stand. Due to the dim lighting and the fact your were shrouded in darkness, you were surprised he had hit his targets and not accidentally hit you. You doubted he could see who you were in the darkness, you hand shakily grabbed his as you made your way to stand in front of him. You released his hand the moment you were up, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear as you tried to compose yourself. “Thank you.” You were frozen the moment you looked up to thank him, your eyes meeting his own.

There's no way this could be real, you could feel rushed panic closing up your throat, your airways denying you air as the realization of who was standing in front of you hit you. You could see the glimmer of recognition cross his eyes, though his face as a whole remained unphased. You always could read him, even if he remained stoic. “A-Arthur?” You could see his eyes shift slightly as if he had something to say but swallowed it, “Go catch your bus.” He murmured it loud enough for you to hear before turning on his heel to leave you behind in the alleyway, the same way you did to him all those years ago - without a second glance. 

You couldn’t stop yourself as you rushed forward to grab his wrist, “W-wait! Please. I just... I need...” He stopped walking, not turning to face you as his body tensed under your touch. You let out a small hum, your mind reeling as you attempted to find the words you so desperately wanted to say. You needed to know that he was happy, that's all you needed to move on with your life. “I-... Please just tell me you’re alright. That you’re happy, that you’ve found someone deserving of you.” A dry laugh escaped his lips at your words. “Everything is absolutely peachy. Haven’t you seen it? The cities burning and I’m a high class criminal.” His sarcasm rang through the air, your eyes bubbling with tears at the familiar feeling of his skin on yours. You lowered your head downwards as emotions and anxiety coursed through your veins, overtaking your mind. “I’m so, so sorry Artie.”

You could feel him tense at the use of the nickname, his tendons bulging in his wrist, his fist subconsciously clenching in response. You could feel the sick feeling of bile rising in your stomach as an onslaught of words poured out of your mouth all at once. “I didn’t want to hurt you, you deserve everything this world has to offer and I couldn’t and can’t offer you that. You need someone who isn't a wreck, someone with a solid job, a nice place, someone who is deserving of your love. That person isn’t me, even if I’d like it to be. I thought it would be best if I just disappeared, gave you the freedom to find the happiness and life you deserve.” 

You were surprised when he whipped around his own chin shaking with emotion, although your weren’t sure if it was sadness, anger, resentment, maybe a combination of the three. His voice came out low at first, gradually raising in volume as his emotions climbed. “You don’t get to be sorry. I’d be happy if it weren’t for what you did, none of this would have happened.” Deep inside him, Arthur knew it wasn’t true but he couldn’t help it as confusing rage bubbled inside him. Never in the 2 years of being with Arthur, did you ever see him angry, he never raised his voice, and even when he was upset he put on a happy face for your sake, never wanting to worry you or hurt you unintentionally.

You could feel yourself breaking down at his words, the tone of his voice successfully slicing through you like the stroke of a hot knife on butter. “I thought I was helping you by cutting you off. I’m not worth your time or affections, I never have been. You deserve so much more than what I can give you Arthur. Believe me when I say I love you more than life itself Arthur but I couldn’t be the one who held you back from finding someone who deserves you.” You looked  up to him, his eyes catching yours as you both remained silent, the tension between you two thick enough to cut through.  You couldn’t say you were surprised when his hand gently shook you off, retreating to his side. You watched closely as his green eyes met yours, and for the first time you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, several emotions flicking across his gaze faster than you could register.

You watched as he raised his hand slowly towards you, his hand hesitating before landing on your cheek. It was strange, you’d seen the photos of this man standing before you, heard small talk of the “Joker”, he had a terrifying reputation among the elite you were surrounded by at the bank. Yet still, this was your Arthur. Sure his appearance changed, he was more bold, but just the way his eyes shone showed that he was in fact the same man you remembered. He still held the soft gaze you were so familiar with, even in his upset state. You didn’t blame him, you could only imagine what your reaction would be if the roles were reversed. You’d be heartbroken, unsure what to do with your life - though you supposed you were heartbroken when you left and didn’t know what you were doing with your life even in the present.

His touch was enough to calm the onslaught of tears that rushed down your face, relaxing as you thought about the care he maintained as his thumb gently brushed away the spare tears. “Is that really why you left?” His eyes bore into you, searching desperately for an answer as his uncertainty came through in his tone. You furrowed your eyebrows as his eyes stayed in contact with yours, confusion flashing through your eyes. “Of course it is, why else would I leave? You were the only positive thing I had going for me, I wouldn’t mindlessly throw something so precious to me to the side.” You watched as the ghost of a smile quirked at the edges of his lips, forming the small smile you’d seen so many times while watching Murray with him late at night.

Without another word his face came down to meet yours, his hand gripping your jaw tightly as his lips melded against yours. Instinctually your eyes closed, your hands coming to rest against his lean chest as he pulled you closer to him. His scent flooded your senses, the smell of cigarettes, cheap cologne, clothing detergent, and a new foreign smell, the faintest scent of gunpowder lingered on his clothing. His lips were perfectly suited to yours as the kissed deepened, this new Arthur being bolder than the one you’d left behind, his tonguing sipping into your mouth as he spread his red greasepaint across you lips.

You pulled away only to catch your breath, your hands not leaving his chest as he opened his eyes slowly, the green of his eyes gleaming in the dim alley lighting. “ Artie I can’t, you have to under-” He cut you off, pressing his finger to your lips. “That's is for me to decide doll, I need you beside me, not anyone else. You are my one and only, if you want me to be happy, then come home.” You looked up at him with confliction in your eyes but you knew your mind was made up the moment you caught a glimpse of Arthur and his adoration for you within his emerald pools. So you spoke 3 simple words, your heart swelling as you took in the beautiful man before you, the man you’d missed for three years, your love and happiness.

“Okay my love.”

[ahatintimestorybook]

A Royal Problem Chap. 21

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Small trigger warning: Minor blood, but that’s it.

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Snatcher groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes snapped open when he saw he wasn’t back on Hat Kid’s ship nor Subcon. The place he landed was nothing but red; red skies, red dead trees, and a black colored ground. There was no moon, nor sun, not even clouds or stars. Just red!

Getting up, Snatcher looked around the place and realized this is the Horizon where Moonjumper lives.

As he got up, Snatcher checked to see if anything was different about him. Luckily, he was normal except that his eyes were glowing just like when he used to be a ghost.

A moment later, Vanessa got up and got scared seeing she was in the Horizon with Snatcher. What she didn’t notice was her eyes were red like in her monster form, but she was still human. “W-where are we?” She whimpered.

“The Horizon.” Snatcher replied, not looking back at Vanessa. The princess walked towards Snatcher, and tried to put hand on his shoulder, but he quickly moved it away. He turned to Vanessa, glaring deeply at her with glowing golden eyes. “Why did you do that?!” He shouted.

Vanessa flinched stepping back from Snatcher. “I-I thought my plan would work.” She replied. “I-I never thought he’d-“ before she could continue. Snatcher cut her off.

“Thought he’d fall for it?!” Snatcher shouted. “Vanessa, this ghost is smarter than I am! You think he’d fall for your plan?” He asked. Vanessa stayed quiet and turned away from her prince.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered in reply. “I was just trying to help.”

Snatcher growled. He was ready to blow up at Vanessa again, and Vanessa turned away protecting herself from Snatcher’s anger. However, it didn’t happen Snatcher just shook his head in disappointment. “Just leave me alone.” He said as he walked away from Vanessa leaving her alone. Once Snatcher was gone, Vanessa was all alone again and she fell to the ground sobbing.

As the young princess cried, a creature in the Horizon frowned, seeing the young child sad. The creature turned to where Snatcher was going and went to follow the young boy.

Snatcher walked around the Horizon to blow off some steam. He kept looking behind him and saw Vanessa didn’t follow him, the young prince sighed and just kept walking and would talk to Vanessa and apologize once they found a way to escape from here.

While looking for a way to escape, the Prince remembered he and Vanessa were sent here via a tree. With that in mind, the young prince try punching trees hoping one of them could lead him and Vanessa out of here, but all it caused was pain in Snatcher’s hand. Snatcher yelled as he punched as many trees as possible, until he couldn’t anymore.

Snatcher collapsed to the ground and cried. Crying because he’s in pain, crying because he and Vanessa would never escape this prison, and crying because Vanessa probably hates him now for snapping at her.

He cried for a while, but stopped when he heard rustling coming from the bushes. Snatcher looked up and saw a small bunny-like creature popping out of the bushes. The bunny looked like a plush and was pink in color, with stitching marks.

Sniffling, Snatcher wiped the tears from his face, “hi there.” The bunny creature hopped closer to Snatcher and nuzzled his leg. Snatcher gave a light chuckle and picked up the creature. “Where did you come from?” He asked.

The bunny squeaked and nuzzled on Snatcher’s face making the young prince laugh. Once the bunny saw they made Snatcher laugh they started to hop away from the child.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Snatcher asked. He quickly got up and ran after the bunny who turned back, and continued on running when the young prince got closer. “Come back!” Snatcher yelled. He kept chasing after the bunny until he lost track of the creature, and was now lost. With a sigh, Snatcher decided to give up and just walk away, but not until he heard a squeak coming from the creature.

Snatcher quickly ran following the sounds of the bunny, and saw it got tangled in a lot of thorny bushes. “Hang on!” Snatcher yelled. He got in front of the bushes, but as he tried to save the bunny the thorns cut his arms and hands. “Gah!” Snatcher yelped as he looked at the cuts that formed in his arms, and one cut in particular was leaking blood. The prince wanted to give up, but he couldn’t leave the bunny in pain; that was his old ghost self’s job!

“Don’t worry I’ll find a way to get you out.” Snatcher reassured the bunny. The prince decided to focus on his fire magic hoping to carefully burn the thorns without harming the bunny. However, no flames were producing from his hands. Snatcher stopped his feet in frustration seeing his powers weren’t working here and decided to use the more natural way to help.

“Lucas?” Snatcher turned to see Vanessa, looking worriedly at him.

“Vanessa? How did you find me?” Snatcher asked.

“I heard something, followed it and found you.” Vanessa replied. She stepped back seeing the cuts and blood all over Snatcher’s hands. The prince replied, by hiding his hands but Vanessa, carefully, took one of them to see for herself. The princess was horrified at the state her prince was in, and Snatcher felt his stomach go into knots seeing the sad pained expression on her face.

“I-I’m fine Vanessa!” He reassured her. “Really! I am-Ooof!” Vanessa gave Snatcher a tight hug and started to sob on him.

“I’m sorry.” Vanessa cried. “I’m sorry were stuck here because of my stupid plan! I’m sorry that I treated you horribly in the past! I’m sorry I’m a horrible person that you were stuck with since we met! You deserve someone better than me!”

Snatcher just listened to the young girl’s cries and held her tight. “I’m sorry for snapping at you Vanessa. I understand you wanted to stop Moonjumper.” He replied, which stopped her cries only sniffling.

“You were right. I was so stupid to think he’d fall for it.” Vanessa said as she wiped her tears.

“Actually, I think it was cool of you to try and fight him yourself. “

Vanessa looked up at Snatcher with widened eyes and smiled. “Really?”

Snatcher nodded. “Really.” He replied. Vanessa hugged Snatcher tighter and the young prince held her back tight.

“I love you Lucas.” Vanessa whispered.

Snatcher was surprised and smiled at that. He didn’t know why, in the past he did, but after the incident and Vanessa or anyone told him “love you” he’d end up with a sour taste in his mouth.

He was about to say I love you until he heard the familiar squeak from the rabbit. Vanessa and Snatcher let go of each other and turned to see the rabbit squeaking to get out.

“Vanessa, do you think you could help me rescue the bunny?” Snatcher asked. He then went on to explain what happened and Vanessa realized that’s the squeaking she heard before reuniting with Snatcher.

Vanessa nodded and went over to the thorns and carefully removed them, not getting cut as much as Snatcher. Snatcher blinked in surprise to see how careful Vanessa was with the thorns. “I’ve done gardening in the manor, and dealt with bushes like these before.” She explained.

Snatcher was impressed seeing how Vanessa handled the thorns. She got a few cuts from it, but she seemed to bare it. Once enough of the thorns were removed the bunny was able to get out of the thorns.

The bunny hopped and landed in Snatcher’s arm. “Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?” He asked.

The bunny squeaked in reply and soon started to glow. The royal kids started in surprise as the bunny started to take the shape of a woman. The woman had long pink hair with a starry effect, a long purple dress, pale purple skin, and a bunny eye mask. Once she opened her eyes they were bright Orange with hearts.

“Who are you?” Vanessa asked.

The woman smiled. “Hi Vanessa.” Vanessa and Snatcher were confused at the woman, wondering how this woman knew who they were. “You don’t remember me?”

“No.” Snatcher shook his head.

Vanessa walked over to this woman and took a good look at her. Her dress, her hair, it didn’t click with her for a second, but then the memories of her from the journal earlier made sense who she is. “Could you be...my grandmother?” Vanessa guessed.

The woman smiled and nodded. Snatcher blinked and was surprised. “Wait! Your Princess Catherine!?” He asked. The woman, Catherine nodded.

Vanessa didn’t know why, but she walked towards Catherine and gave her a huge hug. Princess Catherine smiled and hugged her granddaughter back. “W-what are you doing here?” She asked, as she pulled away from her grandmother

Catherine sighed. “Your grandfather sent me as well as the rest of our family here.” She revealed.

Vanessa and Snatcher were surprised. When Vanessa heard everyone she gulped knowing who else was here. “Even…”

“Yes.” Catherine replied with a nod. She then turned to the distance to where Queen Elizabeth was being held. Vanessa gulped, knowing her mother was still around and here in the Horizon.

“Why are you here in the Horizon, then in the...afterlife?” Snatcher asked.

Catherine sighed. “When we died, Artie or Moonjumper as he likes to be called sent out spirits here. He imprisoned my parents, and my husband but spared me.” She explained, remembering reuniting with her beloved once again. “I was happy, but I didn’t like how the rest of our family was being imprisoned. I tried talking to Artie to stop this, but he wouldn’t listen and I somehow turned into a smaller form.”

Vanessa and Snatcher now understood why she became a small bunny like creature. “So you were the only free member of the family?” Vanessa asked.

Catherine nodded. “Artie loved me, and he didn’t want to hurt me. Only those who hurt him.”

“How did Moonjumper escape then?” Snatcher asked.

Putting her hands together, Catherine summons a familiar looking shard. Snatcher and Vanessa gasped knowing what that shard is. “The Time Piece shard!” They both shouted.

The former princess of Subcon looked at the shard now knowing what it was. “You see this shard, somehow fell into the Horizon and Moonjumper used this as his way of escaping.” She explained. “Once this thing went through it opened up the Horizon so he could escape. I kept it safe because I wasn’t sure how dangerous it was.” Snatcher took the shard from Catherine’s hand as it shined.

“Vanessa, this is the missing piece! We got all the pieces!” Snatcher cheered. Vanessa smiled and hugged Snatcher tight as the two celebrated, but Vanessa realized something and quickly let go.

“However, Moonjumper has the Time Piece and we're stuck here.” Vanessa reminded him. Snatcher sighed realizing Vanessa is right they are stuck here with the last Time Piece shard.

“You know.” Catherine spoke up. “I do know another way out of here.” Vanessa and Snatcher looked at each other in surprise seeing there was a chance to escape. “However, before I could take you there, could you do something for me first Vanessa?”

“Anything.” She replied.

Catherine led the royal kids to the further part of the Horizon. Vanessa and Snatcher weren’t sure where Catherine was taking them, but prepared themselves if it was a trap. They then made it to a small building, inside the building was a black and blue ghost sitting down turned away from the door.

“Who is that?” Snatcher asked.

The former princess sighed ready to reveal the ghost’s identity. However, Vanessa answered for her. “Is that mother?” She asked.

“Yes.” Catherine replied. “When she got sent here, Moonjumper punished her for her actions. She regrets how she treated you Vanessa.” She explained.

“Does she?”

Catherine sighed. “She was never born with powers, and thought your powers would help protect the kingdom. However, after all she went through she just snapped.” Vanessa looked at the door where her mother was held, and looked at Catherine and Snatcher. “I think you should talk to her and accept her apology.”

Giving a gulp she hesitated opening the door. Every second of her mother’s horrible treatment played in her head, making her tear up. Quickly, she removed her hand on the door and collapsed on her knees.

“I can’t do it.” She whimpered. “I just can’t!” She cried. “She ruined my life! If she only treated me better, I’d never hurt Subcon or Lucas! But NO!” She screamed, punishing the ground. “All she did was hurt me! She’d just seen me as a tool! Never a daughter! I can’t forgive her! No matter what I just can’t!” Vanessa collapsed sobbing her eyes out.

Snatcher walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. In reply, the princess held Snatcher tight as her cries started to settle down.

“I’m sorry Vanessa.” Catherine whispered. “Your mother just thought she could fix things up with you, and I told her I promised I would.” She then let out a heavy sigh, and waited for Vanessa to calm down.

Once the younger princess was calm she was able to speak clearly. “It’s fine. I’m sorry I couldn’t do it, but all I can say is I’m glad she realized what she did to me was wrong. Though it doesn’t mean I can forgive her.”

“Understandable.” Catherine replied. Keeping her promise she went over to a tree and started to cast a spell on it. Snatcher and Vanessa looked up and saw a portal back to Subcon. “I promised I would find a way to take you back.”

“Thank you.” Vanessa replied. “You should come with us, and help us stop Moonjumper.”

Catherine sighed. “I’d love to, but I can’t.”

“Why?”

Catherine then pulled up her sleeves to show red strings on her arms. “I may not be imprisoned, but I can’t escape the Horizon like Moonjumper can.” She told them. Vanessa sighed, it would’ve been nice to have another ghost to help them stop Moonjumper, especially one that has known the moon ghost for quite some time. “However, I do believe you two can stop them yourselves.”

Snatcher gave a light blush. “She’s right. We can stop him, together.” He told Vanessa, with a smile.

Vanessa smiled in reply and nodded back. “Right.”

Soon the portal slowly started to shrink, which Catherine noticed and was ready to push them in. “Quickly, before it closes!” She exclaimed. Snatcher and Vanessa looked behind them and saw that it was indeed closing. Snatcher went in first, and Vanessa was about to go in but not before giving a glance to Catherine.

“I’m so glad I met you.” Vanessa said, giving a tearful smile just as she followed Snatcher through the portal.

“I’m so glad I met you, too.” Catherine replied.

[shiedagabe]

The Rain

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The rain, it pitter-patters on the clear window, each droplet consuming each other before inevitably being consumed by the softened soil. You like to think of that as a metaphor for the world we live in, the rich consume the poor but, in the end, we all suffer the same fate, we are eaten, devoured and torn up by the maggots on the ground, they do not care about our monetary status, they only care about the freshness of our flesh. You wonder if he thinks the same, while looking out of that window. Is he, too, devoured by the thoughts that occur in the inner machinations of his mind? Does his mind get sundered from his body, leaving his spirit afloat while his vessel remains trapped in this mortal coil? Perhaps you're thinking too profoundly at such a common act, perhaps he just likes listening to it fall.

- Arthur?

- Yes, sweetie? - he asks, as if caught off-guard. Perhaps you were right all along.

- Are you okay? You seemed out of yourself.

- Y-Yeah, I am, don't worry about it. - He stuttered, for he knew you were already navigating through the thick and rusty cogs that construct his marvelous mind.

- I want you to look me in the eyes and I want you to say that again.

He starts to move his head down, as if he were a stray dog, trying to avoid confrontation at all costs. However, you do not give up that easily. You get up from your chair and gently lift his chin upwards, while looking into his eyes. They glimmer with an outer-worldly beauty, a blue that seems to be in a flawless duet with the sky and a green that imitates the freshness of the aformentioned soil. You can immediatly read his life in his eyes, from the moment he was born to the moment he will die, and you can tell he isn't telling the truth.

- Look, Artie, if you want me to believe you, you have to be honest, alright? I know you aren't well, so, please, tell me what's going on.

He sighs and puts his cigarette down.

- A-Alright, I'll tell you. I don't even know why I try sometimes, you always seem to figure it out. So, p-please, take a seat.

You drag your chair and place it next to his, making sure both of them are facing the window. You grab his hand and feel its warmth slowly fading away into a mortifying cold. And just as quickly as its warmth faded, so did your perception of time. You feel like its hand can not touch yours while you're in this bubble that forms each time you're together. If only you could spend your life together in the here-after.

- I've just been thinking a lot about us, y-you know? Where we are, where we'll be, I just can't seem to process everything like I used to.

His eyes roll down once again to look at the wooden floorboard, which seems to be as old as time, perfectly imitating his ever-expanding mind, which encapsulates so much knowledge it doesn't know where to store it. You drop your shoulders with an unheard sigh and your eyes soften up.

- Sweetie, I understand you're worried, but don't fret, I won't leave you. What matters is that we're together right now. The future can wait, and so can we.

You hold his hand tighter, and, after a brief moment of reflection, he holds yours aswell. You look directly into his eyes, into his naked soul and feel only one emotion coming from its deaf voice, respite. He is happy to finally have someone by his side, someone who can support him on his hardest days, to pull him up by his bootstraps. And you too find solace in his much-needed rest. He cares for you, deeply, with a heart made of gold so pure even Midas couldn't achieve its perfection. He ensures your safety in any way he can, an all-envelloping figure, like a father you never had.

- So, how about we appreciate the rest of this gorgeous day?

- Absolutely! - He says, while flimsily grabbing a cigarette out of his pocket. His hands are trembling, though you can not look at his eyes. You put your hand on his shoulder to recomfort him, too which he replies he is alright, he's just overwhelmed with happiness, for he had been doubtful for a long time, but that fear was destroyed, ripped out of his fragile soul by your empathetic act.

You look beyond and see the barren field be consumed by the rain, the room crumble beneath the dense smoke, and your heart melt due to your ever-lasting love.

[ajokeformur-ray]

A beacon of hope // Arthur Fleck X Reader // soft comfort.

Summary: You just really need Arthur. You need him so badly it hurts. Even without you saying a word does he know the extent of your fears, doubts and worries. Without you saying a word, does he hear you. He hears you, he knows you, he loves you.

Dedicated to @rebs-doom​ - I love you so much, honey. I hope that this provides some comfort to you.

Contains tears, smoking (reader and Arthur), angst (reader; suicidal ideation, dissociative states and other), fluff. Heavy feelings are described here so if this may affect you, please either read with care or skip this piece.

Word count: 1, 787.

You lay on the floor in the darkening living room, another cigarette between your lips. You had smoked so much today that your lungs hurt but you didn’t care. Why would you? Pain at least meant that you were alive. So intently were you staring up at the ceiling that you failed to notice a concerned Arthur leave the bedroom. He stopped dead in the doorway and just looked at you. He just looked. 

He said nothing. He did nothing. Not yet. 

Arthur just watched as you took a deep drag from your cigarette, your finger carelessly tapping away the excess ash, which scattered all over you and the worn carpet. He watched as orange flecks flickered out in the low light of the room. You seemed... weighted. Like you were having an internal crisis. You looked like someone who was tired. Tired of waking up every day just to do the same things. Tired of trying but not seeming to get anywhere. Tired of living.

You looked like you were just waiting to die, such was the aura of hopelessness around you.

Following his instinct, Arthur padded across the carpet and unceremoniously threw himself down beside you. He gave you some space as he lay down beside you, his head turned so that he could have all of him focused on you, but he needn’t have bothered.

Smoke blew out of your nose as you exhaled. Time had seemed to come to a stop, so lost in your head were you. Nothing existed outside of these four walls. It was only you and your raging thoughts, which swirled through your mind like a hurricane and refused to allow you rest. You just wanted it all to stop, to go to sleep listening to your favourite songs and never wake up.

With gentle fingers did Arthur pluck your half finished cigarette out of your slack grip, take a deep drag and as he exhaled through his mouth, he handed it back to you. You hadn’t even blinked since he had laid down. It was with growing concern that he rolled and propped his head up with his hand; putting all his weight on one elbow as he gazed at you with tears in his eyes.

“Stop that,” He murmured, reaching out with his other hand to smooth out the crease between your eyebrows. “Your thoughts are lying to you.”

“How do you know?” The broken whisper of a breaking heart. Tears poured hot and fast down your face. With a shaking hand did you raise your cigarette to your lips, inhaling on it for the last time. You had let it run down to the filter, too lost within your own mind to be able to smoke it. Your lungs ached but you didn’t care. You really and truly just didn’t.

“Because I do.” Arthur still had more to say but as he saw you reach out blindly without tearing your eyes away from the ceiling - you had yet to look at him - for the pack of cigarettes, he said, “How many of those have you had tonight, baby?” 

You shrugged carelessly. “I don’t know. I don’t care,” were the words that escaped as you exhaled what little smoke remained in your lungs. The words left you in a sigh.

Sneakily did Arthur slide the pack of cigarettes towards him and away from your probing, trembling fingers. He stood, then, tossed the pack behind the television, and looked down at you. The same hand which had discarded the cigarettes reached down to help you up, and you stared at his hand like it was something you had never seen before.

Arthur smiled tightly, all of his usual childlike innocence gone from his face, his eyes swimming with worry and concern, and tugged you up to standing. With his fingers still intertwined with yours did he walk with you to bed. He needed to get to the bottom of what you were feeling and he needed to do it soon, before the moment passed and you were calm again. But you wouldn’t be, not really. He knew well what happened with thoughts that were left to fester and then became toxic to your mind; they exploded without a care for how they manifested and you would be left to ride them out. You would feel everything all at once and cry harder than you felt you had ever cried before in your life, and then in minutes would it be over and the moment gone. Arthur would be there through it all, no matter what the personal cost was. He hadn’t seen you smile all day and it had left him with a heavy heart.

Not caring that you were both fully dressed, Arthur got you into bed - your eyes had glazed over again and he knew that you had gone back inside your mind, your teeth worrying your bottom lip - and then he got in beside you. Instantly did he tug you into his chest by wrapping an arm around your shoulders. His fingers tapped out a beat that only he could hear as they danced upon your flesh; raising goosebumps in their wake.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on, angel?”

“I have so many questions,” A whisper, like you dared not speak your thoughts aloud lest you make them real, “I don’t even want to ask,”

Arthur paused. Mentally braced himself. You had been strong for him so, so many times, and now it was his turn to be strong for you. “What is it? Tell me everything. And I want the truth; don’t lie to me.”

You smiled without humour. It twisted Arthur’s heart.

“I feel like I’m a burden... like people are only being nice to me so I don’t annoy them. I feel like I’m gonna end up alone. I don’t want to be alone.” You broke. A gut wrenching noise ripped its way out of your throat, startling you and Arthur both, and he sat up quickly, twisting around so that he was leaning over you. His hands brushed your hair away from your face, his thumbs rubbing across your cheek soothingly as he bent down to kiss your tears away. 

“Sweetheart, no,” Arthur bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop his own tears from falling. It didn’t work. His tears fell and landed on your face and it was with haste that he brushed those away, too. “No. So long as you’re with me, you’ll never be alone. I love you so much.”

A hushed whisper. A pause. Two hearts beating erratically. One mind desperately searching for answers and the other desperately asking questions he would not speak.

“I love you too.” 

More tears were kissed away. Arthur bent down to rest his forehead against yours as he slid his arms underneath your back and just held you. He cradled you in the safe cage of his embrace while you sobbed into the junction of his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his neck. He shushed you gently, his hands underneath you keeping you pressed solidly against him. 

“You’re the best thing about this city.” Arthur murmured words of love and adoration to you as he kissed your hair, your forehead, your cheeks, your temples, your lips... anywhere and everywhere he could reach did he kiss you, as if he were trying to heal you by touch alone. He allowed his own tears to fall and brushed away your own. “If I had to choose between saving you and saving this planet, then I would choose you. Every time. You’re my whole life.”

“I’m not worth it,” You whispered, confessing your darkest thoughts into Arthur’s neck. 

He listened closely, closing his eyes against the sheer pain which shaped every syllable that left your dry throat. You were desperate for a glass of water but you cared little for your physical needs. You cared little for yourself as your mental state rendered you unable to do anything but to just feel.

“Don’t say that. Don’t.”

A soft noise of pain. Arthur’s arms tightened around you. His heart was slowly breaking as he thought over everything you had said tonight. What he focused on, though, was what you hadn’t said. Those were the things which greatly concerned him, and he hurried to think of something that would make you feel better.

He couldn’t have known that you were already beginning to calm down just by looking at you. Your mental anguish had forcibly translated itself on your face, your makeup running, your hair a mess. You looked as bad as you felt in your opinion, but to Arthur... oh, to him you were an angel. He wasn’t afraid of how intense your emotions were. You felt deeply, you hurt and you loved deeply. You were so incredibly precious to him, a true gem hidden in the grimy, filthy streets of Gotham, and you had no idea just how special you were.

“I love you, Artie.”

He smiled at the sound of the nickname that you had for him. You only used it when you truly wanted to show the depth of your love for him, and it was something that he treasured above all else. It meant that you were starting to come back into yourself as your hormones regained their balance within your brain. Emotions were tricky things and their effects were often severely underestimated. As such, they manifested themselves in violent ways and you were left to deal with them as best as you could, even if you didn’t know what you were feeling or why you were feeling it.

“I love you too, darling. So much.”

You stayed like that for a time. When you were ready, you would get up and get ready for bed and return there to be held as you fell asleep, Arthur’s fingers in your hair and your fingers in his as you shared one pillow and one side of the bed; pressed together so tightly that not even a sheet of paper could get between you.

But for now... oh, for now would you allow yourself to feel what viciously demanded to be felt, simultaneously basking in the love of one of the people who loved you the most and made sure that you never, ever doubted it. Arthur was your warm beacon of hope in a dark and cold world, and he would never have it any other way; no matter how intense your emotions got or how far into a dissociative state you spiralled.

For better or for worse, Arthur Fleck loved all of you just as much as you loved all of him. 

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[jokersredheadedqueen]

My love

Arthur x reader

Reader is a neighbor of Arthur’s and they cendal a new friendship until it becomes more.

•

Another bad day. I tug my bag filled with my heavy school books and my change of clothes from work. I don’t even know why I get up in the mornings. All the sun brings me anymore is a pain in the light. No one in Gotham cares anymore.

I unlock my door to my apartment and notice eyes looking my way. I peek down the hall and see a man whom I’ve seen for many years. I wave my hand in his direction tearing him away from his trace. He gasps slightly and smiles shyly with his head down.

The next day seems to end the same way. I come home from another shitty day, see my neighbor, give a wave, blush, and then completely retreat inside. I throw myself on the couch thinking about the man’s eyes. They hold more than what he gives off. He’s troubled and is trying to escape.

A knock on my door pulls my attention away from my own thoughts. I stand opening the door revealing the man from down the hall. “Hi.” I tilt my head smiling. “Hi.” He sways on his heels unsure of himself.

“I’m Arthur.” I smile and lean on my door frame. “I’m (y/n).”

Arthur stares at me and looks down smiling. “Sorry. I-” His voice stings out and suddenly loud laughter flies out of his mouth. He covers his mouth with his shoulder and coughs on his breath. I place my hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” He holds up his hand as another fit of laughter runs through him. He gives me a card.

Please excuse my laughter. I have a condition.

I meet my eyes with his cackling figure again. He beings to walk away but I grab his arm pulling him inside my home. I pull him close shocking myself as I lightly rub his back calming him slowly. “Focus on your breathing. Think about something nice. Something calming Arthur.”

And after a few minutes, Arthur started to catch his breath and relax under my touch. “I’m sorry. I can’t control my-“ “you don’t have to explain yourself, Arthur.” He smiles at me and I notice his eyes become lighter.

•

From then on the two were together any chance they were allowed.

(Y/n) will to check on Penny if Arthur was running late. She’d buy them groceries knowing Arthur had more on his plate than anyone else. Penny wanted her around more and more each day.

“I want you to marry someone, Happy. You deserve a good woman.” Arthur laughs. “That is if a woman actually wants to marry me, mother. Plus I need to be here for you.” Penny shrugs “well the two of you could move here. I sure she wouldn’t mind staying with me.” Arthur laughs at his mother’s plans.

“Sure mother. When the opportunity comes I will.” “Well, you’re missing it now.” “Who mother? Oh, please tell me who you could’ve found. Who do you talk to?” Arthur continues to laugh as he cooks dinner for his mother.

“(Y/n), dear. She’s just wonderful. I know she would make you so happy.” He nods. “She already does. She’s my friend.” Penny smirks at her son playfully. “I don’t buy it. I’m going to call her over for dinner.”

“Mother no!” Arthur rushes to her but she’s already speaking with Arthur’s angel on the other side of the line.

“Of course! Yes, he’s here. Wonderful dear! See you soon!” Arthur places his hand on his face. “I can’t see her right now! Oh my god! My shirt!” Arthur looks down seeing his shirt filthy with today’s work of face paint and dirt from being pushed on the ground by kids.

He quickly changes into a green button-up and goes back to cooking like nothing happened when (y/n) walks in the door.

“Hi, Artie. I brought some brownies.” He smiles at her blushing slightly and gets the tray from her hands. “I like this shirt.” She says pulling at the collar and then moving swiftly out of way to sit by his mother in the living room.

•

I knock on Arthur’s door in the use of some laughter. He opens the door, smiling at me but that soon falls when he sees my face. ”(y/n) what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?” I smile and roll my eyes thinking of the asshole who I went out with.

”No Arthur. I've just had a rough night. If I'm being honest I don't want to be alone.” Without another second Arthur pulls me inside his home.

The TV on and piles of cigarette butts on the ashtray. ”You know you're always welcome here.” I turn to my friend I've come to care for so deeply. ”You’re too sweet Arthur.”

I kick my heels off and plant myself on his couch close to his cushion, and he soon joins.

Time goes on without a word making my mind run.

”You’re looking, good baby. Can't wait to see what's under all these threads.” yeah. The very first words my date opened with. Great start right?

”What are you thinking about honey?” I look over to see Arthur with the expression of complete concern. ”I swear if someone hurt you I will… Well, I am-” ”Arthur! No. I promise I'm okay. I just didn’t have a good night.” “What happened?” I shrug and pull my knees up to my chest feeling the burning of the unreleased tears. “I just don’t- I don’t get why someone can’t...love me.” I let my eyes flow with tears. “I’m sorry. This is dumb.” I wipe my tears away and try to gather myself.

Arthur grabs my hands in his and smiles softly at me. “Talk about it.” I looked down at his hands and run my thumb over a single scar on his finger. This man has been the only one who has cared for me for the longest time.

“I just can’t seem to find anyone who loves me, Arthur.” He shakes his head never dropping eye contact with me. “You have someone. I promise you.” I shake my head laughing at the situation. “Arthur if you would’ve seen him tonight you would have called me stupid. I should’ve known he was going to be an asshole. I mean he’s a friend of Randall’s! It was dumb to even think he would want anything other than to fuck my brains out! He was such an ass!” I rant throwing my hands up in rage.

“FUCKING NO ONE FOR ME! I SWEAR IF ANOTHER MAN COMES UP TO ME-” My entire back is pushed flat onto the cushions and a pair of lips is on my own. I wrap my arms around his neck and move my lips against his. He pulls away and looks at me with those beautiful eyes withholding everything in him.

“Arthur.”

“I love you.”

•

I sit on the side of the tub in my bra watching my lover dance around dying his hair green. “You still haven’t told me why you picked green.” He laughs and shakes his wet hair at me. “Why not darling? Time to be bold.” “Oh yeah that bold alright.” I grab a towel and wipe the specks or water off my face. “Jessica and I are going out but I told her we have to be back to watch your show. So don’t worry. I am not going to miss it.” Arthur smiles and pulls me close enclosing our bodies in a passionate embrace. “I can’t wait for you to see me. It will be… hm… KILLER!” He chuckles kissing me once more.

•

“So this is the guy you’ve been seeing? Isn’t he like...Old?” “He’s not old! He’s like a wine. A tasty wine.” My friend rolls her eyes laughing as she watches Arthur with me.

“I’m just trying to make people laugh.” “And how’s that working out for you?” Maury asks him mockingly to which Arthur just laughs in his own way.

“You sure do have a taste (y/n).” She laughs as she pops another cigarette in her mouth.

“Well… ever since I killed those 3 guys on the subway.”

Wait. What?

Jessic looks at me shocked while I only get on my knees and turn the volume up. “Come on Arthur. Don’t make jokes.”

“Why should we believe you?” “Because I’ve got nothing left to lose. Nothing can hurt me anymore. My life is nothing but a comedy!” “Let me get this straight. You think killing those guys is funny?” Arthur nodded with a small smile.

Nothing left to lose? A fucking comedy?

What about me?

“I do. And I’m tired of pretending that it’s not.”

“I...I think I understand. You did this to what… start a movement?”

“Oh come on Mur-ray. Do I look like the type of clown to start a movement? I killed those guys because they were awful! Everybody is awful these days. It’s enough to make anyone crazy.”

“Ah, so that’s it you’re crazy. That’s your defense? What would your family think about you? About this?”

“Well my mother’s gone, I don’t have a father, and I know my doll face wouldn’t judge me.” Arthur waves to the camera and winks. “Hi honey!”

Oh god.

“Well I’ll tell you this not everyone… not everyone is awful… just like your eh… dollface.” Arthur glares at Murray. “You’re awful Murray.” “Me? I’m awful. Oh yeah? How am I awful?”

“Playing my video. Inviting me to come on the show. You just wanted to make fun of me. And she knew it too. Oh my dollface told me to watch out. You’re just like the rest of them!”

“Now you don’t know the first thing about me pal. Look what happened because of what you did. You think your girl will take you now? There are riots out there. Two policemen are in critical condition. You’re laughing. You’re laughing! Someone was killed today because of what you did!”

Arthur nods his head smiling. “I know.”

“(Y/n). Is he joking?” Jessica asks watching the screen. “I- I don’t know. I hope so.”

“How about another joke Murray?”

“No I think we’ve had enough of your jokes!”

“What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash?!”

Arthur screams in a rage. “Oh honey. No.”

“I’LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU GET! YOU GET WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE!” Arthur pulls out a revolver and shoots Murray in the head.

Jessica and I scream and I cover my eyes with my hands. Arthur proceeds to stand, shoot Murray two more times, and skips to the camera. “And remember that-“ the program cuts blank.

“(Y/n)?” Jessica rests her hand on my shoulder. “I-I need to find him. He’s not safe.” “Are you kidding me? You aren’t safe! He’s going to come after you!” I grab my purse and rush to the door. “He won’t hurt me.” (Y/n)! No stop! WAIT!” Jessica tries to chase after me but fails.

I race into the burning streets seeing chaos all around Gotham. I see a police car pass me and everything goes in slow motion.

Arthur sits in the back of the car smiling at the burning city. “Arthur.” I’m not sure why, but I race after the car withholding my Clown.

Suddenly an abundance crashes into the police car.

“Move! I need to get to him! MOVE NOW!” I come to Arthur’s body laying limp on the hood of the car. “No Arty. No! I’m so sorry. You’re right darling. You’re right! Everyone is just awful! I’m so sorry I didn’t see it!”

A hand comes up and clasps my cheek. “Aw dollface. Would you just look at how beautiful?” I press my face into his hand smiling. “You’ve got blood on you mouth.” I giggle getting an idea.

I take my pointer fingers and run the blood up his cheeks creating his faded red smile. “Much better.” Arthur smiles and kisses me passionately eating cheers from his followers. “Call me Joker darling.” I nod smiling at my love. He is finally free. He has nothing else to lose! Not until Arkham came and stole him in the following hours.

•

I drink another cup, and then another, plus a bottle, then another cup. I stumble to the elevator clicking the top button. The chime soon dings and I strut off up onto the stairs leading towards the roof.

I see the city lights in the sky illuminating others hopeful dreams that will only get crushed in Gotham. No one ever thrives in this city. Not if you’re someone who is a regular.

I giggle sipping my bottle and waltzing over to overlook the city. “How could you leave me here? HOW FUCKING COULD YOU?!” I scream into the darkened night. I look down to see Gotham still in the chaos caused by Arthur’s big reveal.

I laugh and jump on the edge. “You said you loved me.” I picked up one of my feet and hop to the other giggling. “You said you’d never leave me.” I edge closer.

I could do it. I could just fall.

I pick my foot off the edge and hover it over the big city. My breath catches.

Do it. There isn’t a reason to wake up if you don’t have him now.

“Okay.” I step one inch closer ready to plunge.

“Careful. It’s a long way down. You might look like an angel, but I’m sure you won’t sprout wings to save yourself.”

I spin around peering into the darkness of the night.

“Who’s there?” I slur out.

Footsteps grow and a red clad pants leg emerged from the shadows. I follow the long skinny leg up the body to the face finding it painted with my kings features.

I shake my head and start laughing. “No. No. Stop it! They took you! YOU LEFT ME!”

His smile drops and he walks closer. “Darling. It’s me. Joker.” I laugh and turn around starting to fall forward into the air… right until someone’s arms wrap around my waist pulling me off the edge entirely.

“Are you an idiot (y/n)?!” His voice boomed as he screams in my face. I stare at his eyes and see my entire past. My love. My home.

“Arthur?”

He looks down slightly and shakes his head with a small smile. “Sure love. It’s me.” I cling to him and let my tears flow. My love. He is home.

[darknessisafriend]

Please don’t leave me

@wtfanny requested Hiiii you are such a great writer!! Could you please do one where Arthur and Reader have a heated argument and Arthur is in is Joker persona so he acts like the asshole he can be sometimes and they break up. Back to himself Arthur the sweet boy, goes after her. Some angst, fluff and smut if you feel like it, thankkk youuuuuuuuuu :)

Thank you so much for your request I hope you’ll like it ^^

Please don’t leave me

You had been pacing back and forth the whole night, drinking cups of coffees to keep you awake. He was supposed to be back a long time ago, you had no way to contact him; so you kept the TV on in case they would be talking about him but nothing. At some point you curved into a ball in the sofa, wrapped in one of Arthur’s cardigan, crying; out of emotional exhaustion you started to doze off, struggling not to fall asleep, until you finally heard the familiar click of the door lock, you jumped out of the sofa, all exhaustion gone.

As your eyes landed on him, you realized he wasn’t hurt or anything, why was he so late then? what he just took a little trip through the city while you were dead worried for him!?

“Arthur where were you!? I was dead worried for you!” you scolded, resisting the need to hug him you crossed your arms over your chest, it was 5am now, you thought something bad had happened to him.  

“Calm down, I’m here, now am I?” he replied annoyed, making a calming gesture with his hands. You frowned, that’s all he had to say!?

“What?! No that’s not what we agreed for, you promised me you’d always be back before 2am…”

“Well, if I wanted a mom, I wouldn’t have killed her!” he cut you off harshly, he was he being such a dick today!? You wondered starting to get really angry.

“I was worried for you Arthur! I waited for you all night! I thought that you got arrested or even killed!” you replied furiously; he chuckled, taking a cigarette.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not stupid…” he muttered almost mockingly lightning his cigarette.

“That’s all you have to say? Arthur you told me you’d be back ! we’re supposed to have some time together! I miss you…” you pleaded, sad that he didn’t his promise.

“Just shut it ok!? I didn’t come back here to hear you complain!” he shouted at you not letting you finish your sentence. Your mouth opened, shocked by his attitude towards you.

“Yeah cause you’re just coming back to have someone taking care of you, wait…or is it just to fuck when YOU decide it!” you yelled on the same tone, there was few seconds of silence.

“Maybe…” he confessed in a low voice, finally making eye contact with you. You blink away tears that threaten to come out, you didn’t mean what you said, you had wanted him to finally react or even apologize but no had agreed.

“Then, there’s no reason for me to stay here.” You don’t want to listen to him anymore, you walk away taking your backpack, to pack up your things.

“Leave I don’t care I can have all the girls I want.” You clenched your jaw, no you will not reply to this; you take the minimal, you’ll come back to take the rest when he’s not there. As you come out of the bedroom, he’s still at the entrance he didn’t move, he’s smoking like nothing is happening, this makes your blood boil. You stop right in front of him, taking off Arthur’s cardigan,

“You can give it to your girls.” You sneered, your voice trembling, throwing the clothe at him, he catches it with one hand not even glancing at it or at you.

You get out, slamming the door shut, letting tears run freely, once the doors of the elevator shut, you collapsed on the floor, you sobbed, hugging your knees close to your chest. You never thought this would happen, he had always been so different as Joker but never he had been this rude to you. You guessed he was completely embracing his Joker persona now and Arthur was becoming an old memory for him.

As you got out in the streets you looked around, you didn’t know where to go, you had nowhere to go, no family or friends anymore.

Joker’s side

As if his night hadn’t been shitty enough, he had to deal with your emotional outbursts or whatever. He sighed in annoyance, taking a long drag of his cigarette, he went to lay down on the sofa, he was tired, he was going to have some sleep first; and within a few seconds he was sleeping.

He woke up several hours later, the sun was already high in sky, it was maybe 2 or 3 in the afternoon; he passed a hand on his face and looked around. He suddenly realized how everything was silent, the place felt empty for some reason. He needed to clear his head, so he went to take off his makeup, he took off his shirt and jacket, shirtless as he started to wipe off his face the paint.

“Why was she so pissed off? I don’t get it.” He started to mutter, talking to himself. His hand movements becoming harsher with frustration.

“I have things to do, I can’t just leave and say, ‘sorry my girl told me to come home before 2’…right?” he continued, then paused as he thought deeply.

“Or maybe I should have sent a message or someone to tell her?” he continued his makeup now completely off, he went over the sink and splashed cold water on his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, why couldn’t he stop thinking about it!? He goes to the closet to change clothes.

“Now where’s my card…” he froze and remember you had thrown it at his face, so he goes to the living room, it lies on the floor, he bends to take it, the clothe is still warm; he remembers when he had entered the flat you were wearing it, he buried his face in it, closing his eyes, smelling your scent mixed with his, a happy smile formed on his lips, he could feel your arms wrapped around his body, your warm lips on his cool forehead.

“It’s nice…” he hummed, opening his eyes to look at you. But you weren’t there, the place felt suddenly dark and cold. So you really left? He wondered worry growing in his chest. The harsh words he had told you came back to his mind.

“Oh no what have I done?!” he exclaimed, taking his head in his hands, realization hitting him hard, he had lost you and it was his fault.

“I’m so stupid!” he started to hit his forehead with his fist “My fault! Why can’t you just…!” he collapsed on the floor crying, a laughter quickly coming, it hurt but he deserved it, he thought, he finally had someone who loved him, but he pushed you away, no it couldn’t happen, he had to get you back! Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on calming his erratic breathing. When it had finally calmed, he stood up, putting his cardigan on, taking his coat and shoes.

“I’m going to find you, even if I have to burn down the whole city.”

Your POV

You aimlessly stirred your spoon into your hot chocolate. You had stopped at the coffee near Pogo’s where you and Arthur often ended up after his show. You had stayed there the whole afternoon, still not knowing where to go, and it was getting dark outside, maybe you could find some cheap hotel, otherwise you’ll sleep in the streets and you were pretty sure this option wouldn’t end well. You swallowed down, not wanting to cry again. You heard the bell of the café loudly ring, the door hitting a table, you didn’t bother looking up probably someone in the hurry.

“Y/N thank god you’re here!” you instantly recognized Arthur’s voice, you turned your head in the opposite direction, you didn’t have the strength to look at him right now. From the corner of your eyes you saw him sit in front of you.

“Y/N I’m sorry, I…” he started, posing his hand on yours, at the contact you quickly moved yours away as if it had burned you, he retracted his hands, fidgeting his fingers, he looked down. You recognized this was Arthur’s behavior.

“I don’t want your apology” you shot, taking a deep breath, as you glanced at him. He was bouncing his legs, he quickly passed a hand through his hair.

“I let you down…Y/N I fucked up…” he started to explain, in a low voice, you laughed.

“You fucked up? You insulted me back there Arthur! I always accepted who you were, and even when you…changed I supported you, I was there for you! Accepting that you spend the evening and part of the night out, doing whatever you wanted to do! For once I tell you that I was worried for you, that I missed your presence and all I get back is a ‘shut it and be a nice girl’! Do you have any idea how much you hurt me?” you exploded, angrily wiping tears that had started to fall.

Arthur had listened to you, his heart was racing, you were right, how could you ever forgive him? He felt tears coming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N, for everything thing I did…you don’t deserve it…” he was crying now, but he had to continue and tell you the truth “I don’t deserve you…you’ve…always been so kind to me…you…you could have let me down when….when I became J…” he started to laugh, his laughter attack hitting hard, people turning their heads to look at him, he tried to breath, there was so many things he wanted to tell you “I…I am…nothing witho…you! I…I always…come back…alive…for you…” he articulated between his ragged breath and laughs.

You furrowed, touched by his words, how he was trying to explain himself even during his laughter attack, you want to close the gap, between the two of you so you can soothe him, but you don’t want to get hurt, what if he started again tomorrow? He suddenly got up to collapse on his knees in front of you, grabbing the fabric of your pants.

“I’m so…sorry! Please…please…for…forgive me!” his forehead was on your thigh, his tears soaking your pants “I’m…so…sorry…please…ple..please…don’t…don’t leave me” he was being sincere, you could feel it, how could you stay mad at Arthur? he needed you and it seems Joker too…

You reached out for him cradling his head, caressing the back of his head, kissing his hair.

“I’m here Artie, I’m here now…” you soothed him, resting your forehead against the top of his head, whispering calming words to him. After a few minutes, his laugh had disappeared, his breathing and tears calmed. You cupped his face to meet his eyes, wiping away a tear rolling on his cheek with your thumb. He looked at you with hope.

“I forgive you Arthur…but it will take time for me heal this.” You told him softly, he nodded eagerly and kissed your palm.

“I’m going to make it up to you Y/N, I promise, every day until you want me in your arms again.” He vowed looking at you in the eyes “For the coming week I’ll stay by your side, I won’t leave and…and after this, I will respect our agreement, and contact you if I can’t make it! I promise if I fail you again then it’s because I don’t deserve you!” he added with determination, you couldn’t help the release a smile, moved by his words.

“Then let’s go home” you answered softly, tenderly kissing his lips, he closed his eyes and his hands encircled your waist, relieved that you still wanted him.

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NWC 22

Another super late NWC make up! 

Pairing: USUK Words: 2,993 Rating: T AU: royalty/arranged marriage Genre: Romance Summary:   Arthur Kirkland fell in love with his best friend on their third wedding anniversary.

Arthur Kirkland fell in love with his best friend on their third wedding anniversary.

They’d been engaged for only a month before their wedding, and had met only once in that time. Arthur had been twenty at the time, and, needing a queen in order to take the throne, his parents had selected the then nineteen-year-old Alfred. Their choice had been based primarily upon his intelligence, for he was a genius when it came to mathematics, science, and strategy. However, he was also an extremely outgoing and likable person, which would complement Arthur well. Despite Arthur’s best attempts to seem outgoing and friendly, he usually came off as being somewhat rude. Of course, those who knew him found him to be extremely kind and caring, but it was challenging for him to convey that with strangers. Thus, Alfred would be extremely beneficial where diplomatic meetings were concerned; he would be able to charm whomever they were with and help to guide Arthur.

As time wore on, though, Arthur found that Alfred was his complement in more than matters of diplomacy. While Arthur was calm and quiet with a strong logical side, Alfred was loud and boisterous with a tendency to look mainly at the emotional side of things. Alfred preferred math and science to Arthur’s literature, which allowed them to teach other things. Furthermore, Alfred was an avid participant in modern trends and popular culture, while Arthur was far more absorbed in other things to care. They gave each other new and refreshing perspectives on life, and made areas of their lives which had previously been difficult to navigate exponentially easier. It was an extremely beneficial relationship for both parties, and over the course of their time together Alfred and Arthur grew into extremely close friends, both harboring a deeply rooted affection for the other.

Arthur had noticed his affection for Alfred growing deeper when, on the day of their third wedding anniversary, Alfred walked into Arthur’s bedroom with breakfast on a tray along with Arthur’s favorite book and a bouquet of red roses.

“Happy Anniversary, Arthur!” Alfred had sung happily as he set the tray in his lap. “I know we’re not a couple or anything, but I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, so I brought you some of your favorites,” Alfred said as he placed the book and flowers on Arthur’s nightstand.

It was that morning when, upon looking at Alfred to thank him, Arthur’s heart had begun to pound. His face had flushed and he’d suddenly begun to muse at the incredible beauty his husband possessed, wondering why he’d never noticed the Adonis he’d married before.

Since then, Arthur’s infatuation had only grown deeper. He found himself thinking of Alfred frequently, and before the long the American had completely consumed this thoughts. He marveled at his husband’s kindness and compassion, and spent nights awake reminiscing on the wonderful times they’d spent together. In Alfred’s presence, his pale face would turn red against his wishes, and he’d be rendered a foolishly clumsy mess, melting every time Alfred looked his way. The sound of his voice had gained the power to wipe Arthur’s mind. While he was the King of Spades, Arthur had become nothing short of a lovestruck servant to his unwitting husband; for every time Alfred set those blue eyes upon Arthur, the Brit was seized by the sudden desire to personally fulfill each and every one of Alfred’s desires.

Arthur knew he’d fallen in love with Alfred. Unlike before, he was no longer simply resigned to the knowledge that he would spend the rest of his life with Alfred—now, he rejoiced at it. The idea of being with Alfred until his last breath comforted him, for Alfred was the one person whom Arthur felt both understood the person he was completely, and loved that person despite his many flaws.

He was everything Arthur had never known he’d wanted, and, after almost six months of mulling his feelings over, Arthur had finally decided to make his affection for Alfred known. He’d prepared an extremely dashing and romantic speech for the American, to be paired with roses which he’d stowed in his walk-in-closet until they were to be presented to Alfred. He was just about to ask a servant to call Alfred into his study when a knock came at the door and the man himself poked his head into the room from behind the door.

“Hey, Arthur?” Alfred asked.

Arthur’s thin lips spread into a happy smile. “Ah, Alfred, I was just about to send for you. Come in, please.”

Alfred smiled in return and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “You were gonna send for me? What did you need?”

“We can get to that in a moment,” Arthur said, suddenly nervous. Attempting to steady his racing heart and prepare for the confession that was to come, he prompted Alfred, “did you want to speak to me?”

“Oh! Yeah, I did. Remember what you told me on our wedding night? Um, about seeing other people?” Alfred asked.

Arthur frowned. He remembered well what he’d told Alfred when they’d been alone after their wedding. He’d explained to the American that if he ever desired someone else, Arthur wouldn’t be upset. Because it was a marriage for politics rather than romance, Arthur had told Alfred he didn’t expect him to remain faithful. He had told his husband not to worry about being true to a man he didn’t love, and that if he ever found someone else he need only tell Arthur and be sure to keep it secret so the public didn’t catch wind of it. Alfred had agreed to this and told Arthur that he was welcome to the same, which Arthur had found very admirable at the time. Now, however, the thought made him sick. He detested the idea of being with anyone aside from Alfred almost as much as he detested the idea of Alfred being with someone else.

“…Yes, I remember.” Arthur replied, trying to keep the dread that was quickly building within him out of his tone.

“Cool. Well, um, I found someone I kinda like, so… I wanted to give you a heads up. Nothing’s serious yet, but he seems great and I wanted to let you know and make sure it was still cool with you and everything. It’s um, Ivan Braginski, the King of Clubs.” Alfred explained with a sheepish smile set upon his face.

Arthur forced a smile onto his even as his heart fell deep into the pit of his stomach. “Oh, well, that’s lovely,” he said, forcing his tone to be light and cheerful as he feigned happiness for his best friend. “Of course, Alfred, you are free to be with whoever you wish. I’m very happy for you.”

The smile that Alfred adopted as a result of his words shattered Arthur’s heart.

“Thanks, Artie! By the way, what did you want to talk to me about?” Alfred asked, beaming.

Arthur blinked. “Oh, nothing. I was just going to ask about your day, but I’m realizing now that I’ve got so much paperwork to do, and I’d better start on it.”

“Oh! Yeah, totally, sorry to bug you. Let me know if you want to hang out later, okay?” Alfred asked before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

Arthur went to the door and locked it with a trembling hand. Tears were already falling freely from his green eyes as he slumped into his armchair.

Alfred was crying.

No—Arthur corrected himself as he wrapped an arm around his friend’s trembling shoulders—Alfred was sobbing.

He’d walked in to Alfred’s room only seconds before after the American had been late to lunch, only to find the man curled up in bed and sobbing profusely. Arthur had seen the American cry before—the man was prone to tears at any sort of emotional display, especially in movies and television—but never like this. Alfred’s eyes were red and puffy and he was shaking, crying so hard his breaths had turned into short, gasping hiccups for breath around his tears.

“Alfred, darling, darling, what’s wrong?” Arthur had asked as he clambered into Alfred’s bed and wrapped his arms around the man.

Alfred hadn’t responded, merely laying limp in his arms. He was crying so hard he was fighting for breath, a fact which nearly sent the King into a panic.

“Alfred, please, take a deep breath. Shhh, darling, it’s alright, just breathe, love. Yes, that’s it; try to breathe, darling.” Arthur said in a gentle whisper as Alfred began to take in longer, albeit incredibly shaky, breaths in.

Finally, he was able to form a sentence. “I-I thought he loved me, Arthur,” Alfred whimpered.

Arthur frowned. “What happened, darling?” He asked, already feeling anger begin to well up inside of him.

Alfred and Ivan had been together for six months. Arthur had met Ivan several times and knew that Alfred was absolutely smitten with him. For the first month of their relationship, Alfred could hardly talk of anything but the handsome King of Clubs. Though it made Arthur miserable to see Alfred in love with someone else, knowing his Queen was happy encouraged Arthur to stick it out despite the hell it put him through. Alfred had romance after three and a half years of being married to someone he didn’t love, and Arthur couldn’t take that away from him no matter the heartache.

“I don’t know,” Alfred whimpered. “I just—H-He told me loved me yesterday and then—th-then today all of a sudden h-he’s saying he never wants to see me again a-and he hates me a-and… I-I don’t understand, I-I—Alfred began to cry again.

Arthur quickly started carding his fingers gently through Alfred’s hair, soothing him until the American had calmed enough to breath steadily once more. "Darling, I’ve no clue what happened, but I assure you that any man who would say such awful things to someone as wonderful as you is clearly out of his damn mind.” Arthur murmured.

“But I-I don’t get it! Just last night he told me wanted to be with me forever and then today he wakes up and tells me hates me! A-And he left so fast, I didn’t even get to say anything…!” Alfred cried.

Rage burned hot within Arthur, only subdued by the knowledge that Alfred needed him to be calm and soothing. If it weren’t for the American in his arms, Arthur was sure he’d already be halfway to Clubs to kick Ivan’s arse. The thought of him speaking so cruelly to Alfred made his blood boil and he wanted more than anything to make Ivan pay for each and every tear his Queen cried.

“I’m sorry, Alfred. Anyone who could treat you that way is a fool. He isn’t worth your time, nor your tears. You are deserving of someone much better than he.” Arthur murmured gently.

Alfred shook his head and wiped away his tears. “Thanks, Arthur… A-Am I keeping you from something right now?”

Arthur shook his head, green eyes soft and comforting. “No, darling, don’t worry about that. There’s nowhere more important than here, making sure you’re alright.”

“No, that’s okay, I’ll be alright. I just—I-I just lost my head for a second. I’m okay.” Alfred said, forcing a reassuring smile onto his handsome face. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be up in a few minutes, I swear.”

“I’ll stay with you,” Arthur said gently. “You needn’t lie to me.”

Alfred turned and met Arthur’s gaze, their noses brushing. “Okay,” he mumbled.

“I will never deny you when you need me, Alfred.” Arthur added, feeling the need to assure Alfred of his affection.

Alfred smiled sadly. “Why can’t I find a guy like you?” He asked.

Arthur’s heart cracked.

Life moved on rather quickly from there. Surprising Arthur, Alfred recovered from his heartbreak relatively fast; he claimed to be completely over Ivan only a month after their breakup. It surprised Arthur, but he supposed it was to be expected. Alfred was already an incredibly strong person, and since the breakup the pair had been spending much more time together, meaning that Alfred had even more moral support to help him through the difficult time.

Lately, though, Alfred had been acting odd.

He certainly wasn’t sad—that much Arthur could be sure of. He was back to his usual sunshiney self, but there was something different about him. Alfred had always had difficulty with the idea of personal space, but lately he’d been even worse with it than usual. He was always finding an excuse to touch Arthur, and casual contact quickly became the norm between them. Furthermore, Alfred seemed more flirtatious. While he never said outright that he had any feelings for Arthur, he often hinted at an attraction toward the man, making flirtatious and often excessively cheesy comments to or about his King.

It was extremely confusing, however not entirely unwelcome to Arthur. Alfred being even more affectionate than before was a welcome change, as it introduced hope of the younger man one day reciprocating the feelings which had long tormented Arthur. To think that Alfred might one day love him back set Arthur’s heart ablaze. He couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful than having Alfred for his partner in life rather than simply a political alliance, albeit he was sure he would always be happy with their friendship if Alfred never wanted more.

“So, my king, what’s on the agenda for today?” Alfred asked. Lately, he’d taken to teasingly referring to Arthur as “my king”, because it set Arthur’s face on fire each and every time without fail.

“Hmm…” Arthur’s eyes ran down the document his adviser handed him and he blinked. “…The King of Clubs has requested an audience with you as soon as possible. According to this he arrived early this morning and has taken up residence in a guest room until your meeting.”

Alfred’s eyes widened. He gaped. Then, “okay, fine. What room?”

“The East Wing’s pink room.” Arthur said, referring to the pink theme of the room.

Alfred nodded, a determined look on his face. “Alright. See you soon.” He said before stomping out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the marble hallway.

Arthur gulped, trying his hardest to keep the sadness from his face as he went about completing the small tasks listed on the rest of the day’s agenda. The talks took him all of an hour, and Alfred had spent the entire time locked in the pink room with Ivan. Arthur knew they were most likely wrapped up in each other, their problems worked out and their love renewed. He tried not to be upset about it, telling himself that he could find comfort in Alfred’s happiness. Even so, he found himself pacing his study as time ticked away.

Finally, Alfred appeared back in Arthur’s study, a bright smile on his face. “Thank God that’s settled!” He said, relief in his tone as he flopped down upon Arthur’s armchair.

“What happened?” Arthur asked, taking his friend’s happiness as a sign that he and Ivan were back together.

“Well, he came to me with some bullshit about how he’d made a mistake, and after listening to him ramble about it forever and ever, I called him out on his bullshit. He was pretty convincing, and I admit that I almost took him back, but he said something to me and I realized it would be a mistake.”

Arthur’s jaw dropped. “Wh-What did he say?” He asked in shock.

“He said: "look at me, Alfred, and tell me I’m not the person you want to spend the rest of your life with”. And I looked at him, and realized that I was already married to the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with.“ Alfred said, gazing intently at Arthur.

The Brit froze. ”…What?“ He asked, wide-eyed and gaping.

"I don’t want Ivan anymore, Arthur. After he left, you took care of me and I realized—all this time, there was one person who was always there for me. One person who was never away when I needed something—advice, help, or just companionship. And it wasn’t him. It was you.” Alfred stood up, stepping closer to Arthur.

“A-Alfred, I—”

“I’ve been an idiot all this time, Arthur. I—I love you. And I understand if you don’t love me back, but I’m willing to spend the rest of my life trying to win you over, ‘cause I finally understand that you’re the one I’m meant to be with.”

Teary-eyed, Arthur rushed forward and captured Alfred’s hand in his. “You idiot! I’ve been in love with you for almost two bloody years now!” He cried before raising Alfred’s hand to his lips.

Alfred’s watery blue eyes were filled with love as he gazed at Alfred. “Then you should stop kissing my hand and start kissing my lips,” he said with a chuckle before grabbing Arthur and wrenching him forward, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Arthur grinned. “Gladly, my love,” he purred before leaning in.

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Black Cat

@i-am-a-fan ARTY LOOK I FINALLY WROTE IT…. I think this is my best one yet! oh yeah another fusion fic yay!

Marvin never thought that he would end up dancing with Anti. Yet, here he is, wrist one wrist with the demon as they slowly turn in circles, eyes locked as soft music plays around them. He puckers his lips as they switch arms and he dips, spinning as to grow closer to Anti. He reflects on how they’d gotten in this situation and he honestly has to laugh.

They were on a “mission” of sorts: trying their best to avoid going to Henrik’s dinner party filled with other, snooty doctors as honorary guests. Henrik had said that if they didn’t show up he would perform experiments on them. Marvin was going to laugh until he saw the terrified expression in Anti’s eyes, the demon slowly shaking his head to stop the magician from laughing.

“But why doesn’t Chase or Jackieboy have to go?” Marvin had asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he threw a glare at the doctor.

“Have you seen how Chase eats?” Henrik said with a frown, shaking his head in disgust. “And seriously? Shouldn’t Jackieboy be obvious? Besides, shouldn’t you two want to support me because you love me?”

Anti rolled his eyes but said nothing. Marvin tried the Robbie excuse but Henrik had waved him off, saying that Flynn could keep an eye on him.

So that’s how they had been dragged to the event. But, that is not the end of the story.

As soon as Henrik had looked away Anti had tightly grabbed Marvin’s wrist, quickly dragging the magician away. Marvin, who was dressed in a blue and white suit- something he is not used to wearing- went easily with a surprised noise, unable to move very well. Anti was forced to wear a black suit yet is still somehow able to move as fluently as he always is. Well, as fluently as a non stop glitching demon could, anyway.

“We have got to get out of here before I’m asked about my eyes one more time!” Anti had nearly yelled in Marvin’s face once they were hidden around a corner, black and green eye twitching madly in annoyance. “All of these idiotic doctors keep trying to poke at them and I am this close to snapping and killing someone.”

Marvin nods in sympathy, pulling at the tight collar strangling him. How the hell is this suit his size? He has literally no room to move. Yet, Anti and all of the doctors seem perfectly capable of moving as though they were everyday pyjamas. It puzzled the magician to no end. “Tell me about,” he’d said, his own annoyance dripping into his voice. “Apparently our good friend Henry told everyone here about how my mask is literally stuck to my face.” He frowns deeply, unable to believe Henrik had had the gall to tell random people about something so personal.  “They keep poking at my cheeks and asking if it was glued on or some stupid shit like that.”

Anti growled softly, shaking his head. “We’re getting out of here, you and me,” he’d declared, yanking the bowtie from the collar. Marvin flinched because his bowtie had taken forever to get on and it still had been too crooked.

Marvin glanced around the corner at the doors which were the only way out of this mad scientist looking danceroom, frown only deepening because Henrik was on the stage and would be able to see them trying to sneak across the floor. “How do you suggest we do that?” he’d inquired, pointing over his shoulder at the far away doors.

The demon pursed his lips in thought as he paced back and forth, humming softly. Marvin watched, racking his mind for invisibility spells. “We could always try and blend in with the crowd,” Anti suggested and Marvin had laughed aloud.

“Seriously?” Marvin asked between chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “Us? Blend in? You have to be shitting me, Anti.”

“Then what do you suggest wise guy?” Anti asked with a soft hiss.

“Well, I know an invisibility spell,” Marvin informed, raising a hand when Anti nearly said something. “But it lasts only a minute or so, so we’d have to go quickly.”

“Then let’s do it,” Anti said dismissively, appearing to get ready be holding his arms up and outwards. Marvin snorted at the sight.

“You have to stay directly beside me or it will stop working,” Marvin explained, raising his hands to prepare the spell. “Got it?”

“Yeah yeah now let’s go,” Anti said, causing Marvin to roll his eyes. Yet, Marvin held his own hands upwards, muttering the words for the spell as he focused solely on the magic now seeping through his veins, running into his fingertips. The magic then spilt outwards, covering both him and Anti as it spread, they disappeared. Once the spell was complete he could only he Anti laugh in surprise. “Well would you lookie there, it worked.”

“Yes, now come here,” Marvin said, fumbling at the air as he tried to find the demon. His hand ended up slapping the demon’s face and he could hardly contain a burst of laughter. “Sorry.”

“Sure you are you little shit,” Anti growled yet he clasped hands with Marvin anyway and the magician could literally feel his annoyance.

The two then began trying their best to weave through the crowd. Marvin looked over at the stage as Henrik was announced, watching as said doctor stepped forward, a large grin on his face slowly fading as his eyes scanned the crowd. Marvin’s eyes widened and he could already feel his guilt pooling in the pit of his stomach. Henrik really had just wanted them to be their, really had just wanted their support. Now here they were trying to sneak away. He had stopped in his steps, this causing Anti to slam directly in his back, a muttered curse word escaping the demon’s lips.

“What the hell, Mags?” Anti had demanded in a harsh whisper, blowing at the hair on the back of Marvin’s head.

“We can’t actually leave,” he had whispered back, his guilt easily heard in his hushed voice.

“Are you serious?! Of course we can!” Anti hissed, hand tightening around Marvin’s, yanking the magician back as a doctor had gotten close to walking into them. “Remember? Eye, mask!”

“But Henry wants us here!” Marvin exclaimed, keeping his voice down still.

“No, you are not doing this now!” Anti growled, releasing his hand. “Fine, I’ll go on my own.”

“Anti that doesn’t-!”

But, it was too late. Anti had already stepped away from Marvin, breaking the spell. A few of the doctors had gasped in surprise, quickly stumbling back and into other doctors. Pretty soon Marvin and Anti were in the middle of the large group of doctors, Henrik having fallen silent because of the commotion. Marvin had looked up at him, a sheepish grin on his face just as one of the doctor’s eyes had twitched. “Tada?” he said in a low voice, trying to play it off but failing miserably. Anti facepalmed before he reached out, once more grabbing Marvin’s hand and yanking him even further into the middle of the room, pointing dramatically at the musician.

“Now that we have your attention!” Anti had yelled loudly, having no noise opposing his voice. “We need some music, as we will now be dancing to celebrate Henrik’s achievements!” There was a gasp from Henrik and a few of the gathered doctors. The musician had smirked knowingly yet began to wave his stick through the air to lead the many instrument players.

“Don’t mess this up you little shit,” Anti hissed into Marvin’s ear, throwing their hands up just as the music began to play. Marvin’s eyes had widened and he had to quickly steel himself, pressing his wrist back against the demon’s.

And so here they are, trying their best to look like they actually had a routine planned out for this very moment. Marvin swallows down the burst of laughter which had been building up in his chest, clearing his throat as Anti begins to suddenly lower their hands. They then clasp hands and Marvin is pulled close to the demon in a twirling motion, basically being thrown back out in another spin. At the end of their combined arm’s length Marvin dramatically leans backwards, letting one of his arms go further outwards. He tries his best to not get nervous as he feels dozens of eyes watching his every stiff movement, the suit making it extremely difficult to look graceful while dancing.

He steals a look at Henrik who is still watching with widened eyes, mouth slowly falling open as Marvin Is spun once more. The magician gulps again, beginning to grow dizzy. He’s never been one for spinning, dancing or otherwise. As he is once more pulled close to Anti he quickly whispers, “Stop spinning!”

Anti, seeming to catch on with his conundrum, let’s Marvin spin further away, releasing his hold on the magician’s hand. They then begin to dance slightly on their own just a warmth begins to feel Marvin’s stomach and his eyes widen because he recognizes this feeling. But even with this this thought in the corner of his mind he steps closer to Anti with his shoulders shaking in as fluid movements he can do with this restraining suit on. Anti looks back at him, eyes half closed as though he is greatly content with this little dance they’re doing. Marvin doesn’t think too hard on it. He too feels relaxed despite the many pairs of eyes following him.

They meet somewhere in the middle, both hands meeting in the center of their bodies, fingers clasping together. Anti then leans forward and Marvin goes backward, eyes meeting just as Anti grins lazily down at him. In that moment Marvin forgets the situation, the reason why they’re actually dancing. He thinks only of how happy Anti appears currently, a look of content happiness filling his eyes. He smiles back up and just as he does, the explosion occurs. There are many screams, shocked and otherwise.

They stand up, brushing themself off. The mask on their face is no longer connected to their skin, thank god, but now they don’t want to take it off. They already have a feeling they know what is beneath it and they’re rather not show that off to the panicking doctors. They scan the crowd with their dichromatic eyes, the left being black with a green and glowing sharp pupil, the other a glowing blue. They then remember where Henrik is and quickly turn, this cashing the cape to four and the necklace to hit their shoulder at the sharp movement. Where the cape came from with their current clothing they have no idea but they’re glad they have. Speaking of the suit, theirs is now a bit too big and falls loosely around their chest, black and blue being its colors. Their dress pants had somehow combined to form sweatpants and they also love this fact because sweatpants are so comfy. Their natural, bone chipped cat mask ears twitch, points angling upwards in interest. Henrik’s mouth is even farther open, chin hanging down far. They fiddle with the large knife sheathed on the belt hanging their baggy pants up, stepping up and towards the stage. That’s when their bone made tail darts back and forth, a black, mist like clouds hanging around it. The same black mist hangs around their masked eyes, giving them an almost eerie look.

“Why hello everyone!” they exclaimed, leaping onto the stage. Their whispy tail snaps through the air, clacking the bone joints loudly. They grin at Henrik, winking at the crowd as they sling their arm around his shoulders, cape fluttering around both of them. Henrik does not appear happy now, eye twitching in annoyance and barely contained anger. They better save this. “Terribly sorry for the interruption! But us, Black Cat, just really wanted to stop by to say hello to Henry!” Their eyes narrow and their sharp fangs grind together in a snarl as they hiss the next words in warning, “Now pay attention to him instead of me and there will be no trouble.” The surprised audience continues to be silent, watching in confusion. They wave and turn, releasing Henrik’s shoulder. “Take it away Henry! You can kill us later!” They’ll let Henrik have the spotlight. This time. Even if they really are itching to have it all to themself. They shake themself. This is for Henrik for the time being.

They then quickly run backstage, heart thumping because they had just done something extremely stupid. Oh well. At least they can leave now, maybe find something fun to do.

They grin at the idea of playing a game of cat and mouse with someone. Their flicks and they run for a window, leaping through it without even breaking it.

Time to find their prey.

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Lie for you, cry for you, die for you // Arthur x Chiara🥰💖

Summary: Your desire to protect and to love Arthur has always been strong enough to leave you full of pain for a man who deserves nothing but the opposite and so tearful, as if you’re shedding tears for the both of you, for Arthur can’t or won’t allow himself that luxury. On this night is that desire so strong that you must say something now. When at last are you finished, Arthur is the one who is unable to express himself because he’s feeling so much.

A personalised gift for @ben-solos-writing-avenger; I’m so grateful to and for you and I love you! <3 you truly are so inspirational and so strong and brave and I cherish you so, so much. You are one of my dearest friends. Talking with you these last months has been a life changer; you daily comfort me and give me strength and I’m so honoured to even know you. I love you, I love you, I love you. So, so much. 🌞🥰🌈😍💖🥺😭💚🖤💜

Word count: 1, 820.

There was a peaceful yet heavy weight in your chest and it made little sense to you, though you were well acquainted with it. 

It was the feeling you had learned to associate with Arthur, for only he could so deeply captivate and consume you. Indeed, from the first moment that you had met him had you known that he was the one for you, and the click which had echoed throughout your entire being only proved to you that finally had you found a place for you to go, a place for your beaten heart, weary soul and tired mind to rest.

In short...within the being known as Arthur Fleck had you found your forever home, and so had your sweet kitty Loki, for now did he have two human slaves to cuddle with, though of course were you still His Human; his most favourite one. It was something Loki and Arthur both shared; a desperation for your attention and your attention only, so well loved and so well treasured were you by your small family.

Sat were you on the worn sofa with Loki pressed as close to your thigh as he could be. He was purring in his sleep, the very tips of his paws touching the material of your jeans; occasionally did his claws flex outwards, dreaming was he. He was so sweet and he was your constant cuddle companion and he never left your side, most especially when you were feeling as you were right now. Indeed had Arthur himself picked up on your mood, and every thirty seconds or so would he stop and turn from the dishes in the kitchen so that he could peer over the counter at you, his strong dark brows furrowed and his mouth twisted in a frown. So concerned was he for you, though he knew not how to approach this. You had been in this mood all day it seemed and it had started when you had watched the news, which was still reporting on the subway murders which had happened last week.

From that moment on had you been somewhat quiet and lost within your own self, though it didn’t seem like a negative mindset; it just was. You felt your heart squeezing in your chest almost to the point of very real and very physical pain, so connected was Arthur to all of you, just as he deserved to be, and you felt the very familiar stinging of tears in your eyes as theories and speculations and vicious untruths were discussed on the news about the whereabouts and origins of the murderer. Arthur had come home covered in blood late one night and so deep was your relationship, so utterly connected were the two of you, that Arthur had found himself confessing to you even before he was fully through the front door, whispers of “bad shit” and “it doesn’t bother me” confusing you up until you had cleaned his wounds and gotten Arthur comfortable in his freshly laundered pyjamas. From there had the two of you gotten comfortable on the worn sofa, on the sofa upon which you now sat, and Arthur had told you everything. You had been proud of him for standing up for himself, you had been supportive of what he had done. When Arthur had asked you why, you had said, “well... legality doesn’t necessarily mean morality,” and though he had frowned in genuine confusion had Arthur smiled so wide that you had seen that adorable crooked tooth, and all had been right and well between the two of you.

Which brought you to the current moment. The news was on and your eyes were fixed on it. Your gaze was glassy with unshed tears and faraway; you weren’t here, Arthur could see, and it was with concerned movements and a careful step that he approached you. His freshly washed hair clung to his shoulders, the ends already beginning to curl upwards, and Arthur seemingly pulled a cigarette out of nowhere, so deft was he with his habit, and lit it as he sat down beside you, on the opposite side to where Loki was still faithfully sleeping. He was both cuddling into you and stealing the warmth of your body for his own, so multifaceted is the nature of felines. “Chiara.” Arthur graced you with a few moments to come out of yourself, for he knew well that when you were beginning to zone out was it difficult to even realise that someone had spoken to you. Ten seconds passed with no reaction and Arthur smiled wearily, knowingly, as he again said your name. You blinked and so Arthur said your name once more in order to coax you out of your silent reverie as gently as he could. “Oh, my little hummingbird,” Arthur’s smile widened as you turned to face him fully, some tears slipping down your cheeks, “What is it? Talk to me, sweetheart.” His voice was saturated with sympathy and tenderness and it only made you cry harder.

Arthur cooed softly, both in concern and in understanding, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you forward so that your forehead was resting against the sharp line of his collarbone, and you angled your head so that the cool tip of your nose was pressed against the warm crook of Arthur’s neck. You breathed him in and felt some of that contradictory peaceful but heavy weight ease with his touch; a true magician was he. Just as he had patiently waited for you to respond to your name did Arthur wait for you to talk to him about how you were feeling. “I just - “ you nodded towards the television with a shaky inhale, “I just want to hold you and protect you, Artie. I love you so deeply and you mean everything to me and I - “ Like rain did your tears fall upon Arthur’s warm flesh and a hand came up to cup the back of your head, his fingers moving easily through your dark hair, “You didn’t deserve any of this and I’m so proud of you for defending yourself. I want to hold a piece of you forever, to keep you safe.”

You pulled away from him and swiped a hand somewhat impatiently over your face, but Arthur made a soft noise of understanding and reached up to cup your face in his hands, his fingers curling behind your ears. The calloused pads of his thumbs wiped your tears away gently, for you deserved nothing less, and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. His kiss was almost bruising and you could feel the outline of his teeth through his lips and he kept his mouth there while he simply breathed you in. You allowed yourself to sink into his touch and Arthur pulled away after some moments. Green oceans met your own eyes and you saw understanding dawn across his angelic features as his hand dropped to yours and his fingers slid into the spaces between your own. Arthur held your hand tightly. “You are holding a piece of me, sweetheart.” He squeezed his grip to emphasise his point, “As long as you hold my hand every day, you’re keeping me safe and you’re protecting me.” He shrugged with one shoulder, a small smile on his face, and you giggled at his true genius. “I love you so much, my little hummingbird. You’re perfect.” A hushed whisper was the final sentence and you could only raise your joined hands to your lips and you pressed a kiss to the back of Arthur’s hands, feeling the small cuts left there, the vein that was prominent along the back of his hand... you felt your Arthur, and you knew that he was feeling you too. You truly saw each other and you loved each other all the more for it. Arthur loved you for exactly who you were, with no reservations, and you loved him in the same way.

The two of you had been through so much in your lives, both as individuals and as how the two of you were now, but so long as you kept each other close and as long as you faced the world together, side by side, you knew that you would make it through every rise and fall. As long as you faced the world and yourselves hand in hand, there was nothing that you couldn’t accomplish or make it through. You were both such strong, radiant and beautiful souls, and in each other had you both found a home, had you both found someone to love and to cherish. For you deserved nothing less, and in truth was it almost as if you were made to hold each other’s hands, for in that gesture did you find sympathy and tenderness as warm as the summer, and in Arthur’s eyes did you find everything you had ever wanted or needed.

Hand in hand and side by side was how it was meant to be, how it had been and how it would always be, and there was nothing you could ever do or say which would make Arthur be any less proud of you or love you any less. He was a being put here to love and to be loved, and you were here for much the same reason, and while individually were you strong, together were you utterly unstoppable. The clown and his hummingbird was a tale unknown to the vile and filthy city of Gotham, but to Arthur and his Chiara was it a well known, well loved and treasured book, the pages worn and dog-eared even as the new chapters unfolded as they were lived; for you hadn’t met each other that day on the plane. No, your souls had simply been re-introduced to one another and it was like re-reading a childhood favourite story or slipping into a pair of well used shoes even as you wrote the new chapters and said goodbye to the old ones. It was a tale which needed to be told, a story which wanted to be told, and it was meant to be. Any other version just didn’t make any sense. Neither of you had ever loved like this and you never would again, and that was just how you both liked it.

You had brought each other to the point where words ran dry and nothing more needed to be said. Everything you both needed to hear, everything you both needed to say, was in the act of holding each other’s hand, which symbolised the shared devotion and utterly ethereal bond which existed between you. Arthur stayed with you, he stayed, and your hands remained joined for hours, long after the sun had slipped below the horizon, which soon after greeted the moon, and so did your hearts.

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