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Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader 💗 CHAPTER 12
Summary: Attempting to conceal her checkered past, a young dancer in Gotham (Y/N) lands a job at Ha-Ha’s and finds herself increasingly drawn to a shy, lonely clown named Arthur Fleck.
Warnings: sex, age gap, language, violence, mental illness, assault
Word Count: 2093
Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Arthur's Note (see what I did there?): Thanks every so so much for the kind words and encouragement. I didn't realize the new trailer was coming out today but I started writing this fic again about a week ago and I think I'm on a roll! I <3 Arthur Fleck so much and hope you enjoy!
Arthur had insisted on walking you home, had kissed you again at the front door of your apartment building and promised to call you the next morning; you both had the next day off and planned to see each other.
When he pressed his body into you. You could feel he was hard, but restraining himself. Arthur was nothing if not a gentleman. It only made you love him more.
“I'll call you in the morning,” he hummed into your ear.
“First thing in the morning,” you corrected him with a sly grin.
Arthur smiled, blushing. “First thing in the morning.”
You hated to pull yourself away from him. It was crazy: You'd never cared that much about sex, but for the first time in your life, you understood what it felt like to want to ask someone upstairs, what it felt like to actually want someone to spend the night in your bed. But of course, you had your parents to think about and they'd never go for it in a million years.
Arthur watched you get into the elevator. When the doors closed, you felt like you might cry. Reminding yourself you were gonna see him again in twelve hours was the only thing that put your longing heart at ease.
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It was almost midnight, and your parents usually went to bed around ten, so you were surprised to find them both sitting up on the sofa in the living room, watching what had to be the last half hour of The Murray Franklin Show. They never watched Murray. They never even stayed up this late.
“What’s going on?” you asked as you locked the front door and hung your coat up.
“We’ve been worried sick!” your mother cried as your dad muted the television.
Oh boy. This was already off to a great start.
“Why?” you asked, cocking your head to one side. “I mean, I know it’s almost midnight, but-”
“There’s been another killing on the subways,” she continued. “They think it’s related to what happened to those three Wayne boys a few days ago.”
“You’re kidding,” you sat down on the sofa to face them. “Who’d they kill?”
“A man,” your father answered. “But they don’t know anything else yet. You were out all night and didn’t hear anything about this?”
You shook your head. “No. But it’s getting crazier out there.”
“What exactly did you do tonight?” your father raised an eyebrow.
“Met up with friends,” you answered breezily. Technically you weren’t lying. Arthur was a friend. Sort of.
“That’s interesting,” he continued, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Because those so-called girlfriends of yours called here looking for you. Two different times in fact.”
“They did?”
You gulped, trying to scan your mother's face for some kind of hint to help you navigate the choppy waters of your father’s suspicions. But her “worried sick” face had morphed into her “I’m just gonna stay out of it and keep the peace” face.
Typically a bad sign.
“First Tina and then that other girl…” your father said. “The one with the silly name…”
He looked to your mother who shrugged in response.
“Chantelle,” he finally remembered. And Chantelle said she was calling to find out how your ‘hot date’ went tonight.”
Damn that Chantelle. You knew she had a champagne-and-dial addiction - it was why she was still hooking up with at least five of her ex-boyfriends - but you could still murder her ten times with a hatchet. She had no idea how crazy your dad was.
“I told your father it must have been some kind of practical joke,” your mother finally interjected. “You know, those telephone pranks kids these days like to play on one another?”
You could see she was trying to help you out. And for one crazy second, you considered telling them the truth:
Mom, Dad…I’m in love with a beautiful clown.
No, that wouldn’t go over well at all. They’d hit the roof. In fact, they'd go through the roof.
The less you said about Arthur the better. At least for the time being.
“I did go out with friends,” you explained in as even a tone as you could muster. “I don’t know what Chantelle’s talking about.”
“Which friends?” your mother asked.
“Just some friends…from…from…” you struggled to complete the sentence. You never went anywhere besides work these days, so where the hell would you meet any other friends?
“Some friends from GU?” your mother asked hopefully.
It was perfect. You could have kissed her right then and there. Saved by the mama.
“Yes!” you nodded. “Yes, some friends from college.”
“Honey, that's wonderful!” your mother smiled.
Your father nodded approvingly. “Those are the kinds of people you should be spending time with. People who are serious about their future…as opposed to a couple of strippers.”
“They’re not strippers, Dad!”
He smiled at his own dumb joke and you pursed your lips. Your father never approved of anyone if he didn’t deem them “serious about their future.” The problem was, most of the kids you’d met at Gotham University were entitled assholes from rich families who didn’t actually care about their futures: no matter how badly they fucked up, their privileged parents could afford to yank them out of hot water and they knew it. Your dad had it all wrong. But you didn’t have the heart to correct him.
“How come you look so disheveled?” your father’s voice broke into your thoughts once more.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
He pointed at your rumpled clothes.
“Your outfit’s wrinkled, your hair’s a mess. And your makeup…”
“Did something happen tonight, honey?” your mother asked. You could sense the growing concern in both their voices, and it brought you right back to when you’d started having problems at GU. Your poor parents had to watch as their star student daughter - who’d never given them a lick of trouble - suddenly turned into someone they didn’t recognize. Someone they were afraid of.
“Sweetheart,” your mother prodded gently. “You didn’t happen to get into a…a fight or an altercation with anyone tonight, did you?”
You shook your head and laughed, trying your best to put them at ease. “Not that I can remember.”
It was a true enough answer. More true than they needed to know, anyway.
“You can tell us if you’re…struggling,” your father added. “We want to know if something’s going on.”
You shook your head again. “What happened was, the subway was totally jam packed. Maybe it had to do with the killing tonight, I dunno. Anyway, we were stuffed like sardines. I got all pushed around on the train. You know how the people in this city can be.”
“Fucking animals,” he muttered under his breath. You glanced up at the TV where a still-muted Murray seemed to be delivering his closing words. “You’re alright though, aren’t you?”
“Of course,” you assured them both. “Nothing a shower and some shampoo can’t fix.”
You breathed a concealed sigh of relief as you watched your parents breathe one of their own.
You popped up from the sofa and stretched.
“Gonna get ready for bed,” you announced. “See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, sweetie,” your mom called out. “We love you.”
“Love you, too.”
You turned to go to your room and heard your dad unmute the TV, Murray Franklin’s voice ringing out over the orchestra as an organ struck up the groovy chords from his signature closing song:
“Goodnight, and always remember: That’s life!”
You laughed softly to yourself. “That’s life!” you whispered as you dance-glided down the hall and into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.
Life really was something, wasn’t it? Especially life in Gotham, a life like yours: one that now had a beautiful man named Arthur Fleck in it.
After the crazy night you’d had, the shower felt like a balm to your soul. You crawled under the cool covers of your bed, still giddy from your date with Arthur and the promise of seeing him tomorrow. As you drifted off to dreamland, you thought about even though your parents drove you up the wall, you loved them and would do anything for them. You hated the toll your problems at GU had had on them - how scared and defenseless they’d been, not knowing how to help you when the shit hit the fan. They didn’t have the resources and privileges of your ex-classmates’ parents, but they’d stood behind you when no one else had. You’d never forget that.
After the nightmare at Gotham U - after everything it’d put you and the people you loved through - you’d vowed to yourself that you’d never be powerless again.
Although you felt powerless to stop the freight train of emotions you felt for Arthur, you decided he was a worthy exception. Arthur also knew what powerlessness felt like. He wasn't like the rest of them. He was the salt of the earth, just like your parents. Just like you.
And as long as you and Arthur had each other’s backs, you told yourself as sleep enveloped your being, nothing could ever take either of your power away again.
Together, you were unstoppable.
***
The phone rang first thing in the morning, just as Arthur promised. Thank GOD your bedroom had its own phone line.
“Hey you!” you answered playfully on the first ring.
“There you are. We’ve been calling you, bitch!”
“Chantelle?” you paused, your breath hitching.
“And Tina’s here,” Chantelle said. “We’re at Ha-Ha’s. You didn’t call either of us back last night so we decided to ambush you first thing in the morning.”
“Oh yeah,” you shook your head. “And by the way, thanks a lot for telling my dad about my ‘hot date’ last night. He was real happy to confront me about that when I got home.”
“So you did come home last night!” Chantelle gasped.
“I told you a million times!” Tina’s annoyed voice rang out in the background. “She wasn’t gonna have sex with him on the first date.”
“So how was it?” Chantelle asked. “Tell us everything!”
“It was…great,” you answered. “He’s…wonderful.”
Chantelle squealed. “Y/N’s going out with a college boy!” She sang.
“Let’s not blow this out of proportion,” Tina countered. “College boys are a dime a dozen. And most of ‘em wouldn’t know how to please a woman even if they majored in it. Gimme the phone, Chantelle.”
You heard the receiver scuffle on their end and Tina’s no-nonsense voice rang in your ear.
“How was the outfit, hair and makeup?” she demanded. “Any mishaps?”
You paused. It would take too long to explain the whole blacking out thing to them, you reasoned. And you didn’t want them to worry.
“Everything went fine,” you said. “You guys did a great job. I can’t thank you enough.”
“I have some very exciting ideas for the next date outfit,” Tina said. “When are you getting here? I’ll fill you in. We’ll try on some samples.”
“I’m off today!” you sang into the phone. “And I’m actually seeing him again this afternoon.”
“What? You slut!”
Chantelle grabbed the phone back. “You’re seeing him again? So soon? Oh my goodness, Y/N, I feel like you’re gonna marry this guy.”
You heard Tina groan in disgust behind Chantelle before snatching the phone back again.
“Then my outfit ideas will have to wait for your third date,” Tina said. “Assuming there is one. What were you planning on wearing today?”
“I dunno,” you glanced around your messy room helplessly. “I haven’t even thought about it.”
“Okay, listen to me, Y/N. You’re an autumn. That means warm skin tones. Understand?”
“Warm skin tones,” you repeated back, even though you had no idea what the hell she was talking about.
“I’m talking greens, I’m talking yellows…come to think of it: do you have anything in peach?”
You shook your head. “I don’t think so.”
“Black is fine. Accessorize with those gold hoop earrings. A full face of makeup just like we showed you. But go easy on the blusher, for the love of God.”
“Thanks, Tina.” You laughed.
“Shit. Hoyt’s coming,” Tina warned. “Call us immediately after today’s date ends. We need a detailed play by play so we can mastermind the plan for date number three.”
“I thought you said these college boys were a dime a dozen,” you countered.
“Mastermind your outfit for date number three,” Tina corrected herself. “If you’re gonna date a college douche, the least you can walk away with is a killer wardrobe.”
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I love you, Arthur. You're so...Arthurian 😆
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Imagin there was a journal with all of our romantic and wild fantasies about Arthur and he would get it as a present and read it . Imagin the cute faces he would make reading how wanted he is.
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Asking Arthur if you can touch his hair *Headcanon
Imagin you and Arthur just started dating and you`re askin him for the first time, if you can touch his hair. You longed for the sensation of his curls between your fingers since you first saw him and asking him if you are allowed to do it makes you weak in the knees.
Imagin the surprised look at his face when he says “You wanna touch my hair???” He can`t understand why someone would want that but he feel so flattered as you tell him that it looks so soft and beautiful and you wish to touch it.
He lets you of course and you can see his cheeks turning red as you gently let your fingers run through his hair, until they got tangled up in his curls. Arthur closes his eyes and starts to hum quietly.He likes it. He likes it very much.
“It feels wonderful” he whispers and you lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips, asking him if he would mind if you bury your nose in his hair, because you also long to smell it.
Artie looks kinda embarassed but happy, nodding.
So you get closer and closer until your face is buried in the curls behind his neck, taking a deep breath while your hand is touching the back of his head. “You smell so good” you whisper in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
He would stand there with his arms hanging down on him, unsure what he should do or how he shold behave. Overwhelmed by the fact that someone gets so emotional and turned on just by touching and smelling his hair.
“I should have washed it in the morning” he says, with a shy undertone to it and you shake your head, kissing his neck, telling him that this is just perfect.
Imagin how it would make him feel.
So loved. So wanted.
Happy.
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Sharing your fave book with Arthur
@ajokeformur-ray `s post about showing Arthur your fave music made me think of showing him your fave book.
Arthur had a book on his beside table after Penny was gone, sadly we cannot see the title because the ashtray is hiding it, but I am dying to know what kinda book it was. He was re creating the table beside the bed after she got to the hospital so I am sure it was his book. Its probably a book that means something to him. Maybe jokes. Or a romance. I wanna read it so bad and try to find him between the lines. A favourite book can say a lot about a person.
My fave book is “The little prince” by Antoine de Saint Exupery and I would LOOOOOOVVVEEE to show this one to Arthur. Maybe he already knows it because it was already known at that time. I love the whole message of that story and I think Arthur would understand and love it.
I`d like to read it to him while he is trying to find some sleep. That would be amazing. I guess little kid Arthur never knew what a bedtime story is. So why not read him one as an adult? He needs this kind of attention and love. I would read him The little prince while playing with his hair, watching him listening, but getting sleepier until he drifts away into a peaceful sleep.
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Hello !!! Can I have Arthur x reader? Reader has been so caught up in her work that they forget to eat. They get extremely lightheaded and stumble a little. Arthur steadies them and he is worried when he finds out they forgot to eat. While he is making food they faint and land (luckily) on the couch. When he's done, he comes back , at first he thinks that they're just laying down but he kinda freaks out when he realizes that reader is unconscious. ( I forget to eat sometimes) THANK YOU🥺💚
Thank you for so much for your request @theichabbieclub !!! :)
I wrote you this piece and I hope you`ll like it !!! :)
Coming home from work was one of the best parts of the day for you. Especially since you moved into Arthurs apartment with him. Apartment 8J was not just a place to live. It was home to you. You have only been here for a couple of months now, but it felt like there was no life before Arthur. Sometimes you forgot what life felt like before his arms around you, before the unconditional love he felt for you. All those years before him didnt made sense. But sometimes things just don`t make sense until they do. He was your reason to get up in the morning. The reason why you always had a song on your mind. Every song you listened to seemed to be about him. Every poem you read reminded you of the love you shared. Arthur was everything you wanted and more. Even the simple act of turning the keys and openening the doorlock to get back home to him felt special. Sometimes you got so caught up in work, it felt like working was stealing your time. Knowing Arthur would be home, waiting for you to lie down on the couch and relax with him helped you to get through the day. You kept a polaroid photo of the first day you met in your purse and looked at it, everytime it got stressful at your working place. The photo was all shaky because Arthur was really shy to get his photo taken. He was convinced that his hair didnt looked good enough so he tried to steal the camera from you. He loved being childish and playful at times. That was when the picture was taken and you loved the pure and honest engery to it. It was so him. You stumbled through the door and threw the keys beside. A headache started to set in and made you feel a little weak in the knees. You were thankful that the building had an elevator. Climbing up some stairs would have been a chore on days like these. "Artie, I am home". Arthur was sitting on the couch, writing in his journal as an old tape of the Murray Franklin show was playing. He immediately stood up to welcome you in his arms. You loved his sloppy kisses upon yor forehead. It was something he did a lot when you came home and you thought it was an adorable thing to do. What an loving and caring boyfriend he was. Always so thankful to have you on his side. You rubbed your own dimples "You`ve been writing?" Arthur pointed at his journaly "Yeah, I was making some notes about Murrays behaviour and his timing. I can learn a lot from him. And I wrote two or threee jokes. I have to figure out the punshline of the last one though." You nodded. Your vision seemed to blurr a bit. "Y/N? are you okay? You seem like you don`t feel so good? " Now that you were home it seemed like all the stress from work was falling off you. But you felt so incredibly weak. It was the kind of tiredness that got to your bones. "I´m okay. Just a little....dizzy" you covered your face with your hand and closed your eyes, hoping the dizzyness would go away as soon as you´ll open them again. "Oh baby, I dont don`t think so. I`m kinda worried. Is there anything I can do ?" you felt his hands stroking up and down your arm, but you weren`t even sure if this was really happening right now. Everything became a blurr, even the sensation of being touched. "Arthur....I....I dont....know....I´m not sure" you walked up to the bathroom "I`ll be back in a minute. You stumbled over your feet and almost landed on the floor. Thank god Arthur was there to make you steady. Everything about your condition seemed familar to him. Being lightheaded, stumbling, feeling dizzy and weak. He was struggeling with this a lot when he wasnt eating due to his medication. He supported you to stand up straight. "Did anything happen to you today Y/N? ? I mean, something is causing your condition. Are you in pain or something?" his hand caressed your back in small circles, which felt so good. His hands always managed to make you feel better. No matter how stressed or drained you felt. His hands gave you hope and life. The gentlesses of his touch was the most wonderful comfort you could have ever imagined. "I`m not sure...it`s hard to concentrate right now...is all so blurry" you mumbled into his hair as you hugged him. All you needed was him right now. His arms around you. To be steady. He would be there if you were about to fall. Your anchor. Arthur pettet the back of your head "Ummm...honey, I now how it feels. I feel like that when I`m unable to eat because of my meds. You gotta rest a bit. " Now that Arthur mentioned this, it came to your mind. You `ve been so cought up in work that you totally forgot to eat! His arms still held you tight, so your knees wouldnt give in. Arthur could feel the weakness of your body through his embrace. Usually he was the one who must have been held and supported. You couldnt even remember how many times you had to pick him up from the floor. Now he was there for you. And thats how you knew that no matter what, you would always still have each other. No matter what kinda storm was closing in. You and Arthur would face it togeteher. Hand in hand. Arthur loosened the embrace to be able to face you "What? Oh no Y/N. Thaat doesnt sound good. I`m familar with that. It can make you weak up until a point where you get very lightheaded. I dont want this to happen to you. You gotta eat something! I´ll be in the kitchen and make you some food. I´ll be right back, okay?" You nodded thankfully. "Yeah. Thank you,darling". He stroke your cheek "Can you stand?" "Yes Arthur. I guess I feel a bit better now compared to when I just got through the door". "Thats good. I`ll hurry up to get you something. You can take my journal and check out the last three pages if you want. Let me know what you think of my lastes jokes". Arthur smiled the sweetest smile when he got to the kitchen. You saw him standing there, making some sandwiches while you picked up his diary. There was no wall between the kitchen and the living room, so you were able to watch him making you food. You loved him so much. He had a worried look upon his face but he was humming. It was something that calmed him down when he was nervous. He cared so much about you. Arthur glanced at you. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was madly in love with you. You tried to read the latest stuff written in his diary but the letters became all blurry... Rubbing your eyes wouldnt help. It was impossible to concentrate on what has been written on the pages. You tried anyway "One clown says to another `Hey you know whats funnay?` ....." Your vision started to fade and you took a look around to the kitchen to check if Arthur is done making food, before everything blacked out. ... Arthur decorated the last sandwich with a little heart he cut out of a pickle. It was the little things. He loved to decorate your food to make it look a little bit more special and to make you feel loved. Cutting out little hearts of vegetables was one of his fave things to do. Showing you attention made him happy. He waited for someone who loved him back all his life and now that he finally had you, he wanted to make sure to make you feel loved every second you spent with each other. Sometimes you gave him so much love that he felt like it was hard to keep up with. He held all these feelings inside of him and tried his best to let them show. Some days it was a little harder for him to put them into words than others. So he was always thinking of a way to proof his love to you. "Y/N? Do you want tea, coffe or a hot chocloate?" he asked you, while he opened the cupboard. No answer "Baby?". Arthur looked over to the couch. It seemed like you fell asleep. For a moment he asked himself if it would be better to let you rest. But then again he really thought you should eat something. So he walked up to you and put the plate with the self made sandwhiches on the table. His hand caressed your cheek but you didnt felt it. " I`ve made you yor fave sandwiches. Wake up, my love." Arthur looked at you with concern "Y/N? " He realized that you lost your consciousness and -thank god- landed on the couch. "Oh no,no,no, Y/N....wake up, please". He touched your face with his shaking hand. Arthur. He felt overwhelmed by the situaton and started to sweat within seconds, running his hand through his hair. "You gotta... wake up. Can you....can you hear me?" You looked like you had a fever dream but still no reaction. Arthurs eyes wandered to the phone. Should he call a doctor? He would, if you wouldnt wake up within the next two minutes. He got up from the couch and walked up and down the room. What now? He never was in a sitiation like this before. Usually he was the one fainting or seeking help. He felt like he wasnt very good in what he was doing right now. "Arthur. Think. Try to think for gods sake. She needs you now. Y/N needs you now. " he talked to himself, getting more nervous with every second that past. There was no time to waste. He had to wake you up now. He couldnt handle seeing you like this. The love of his life lying fainted on the couch. So powerless. He sat down beside you and kept talking to you, while his leg started to bounce. Something he had to deal with everytime he got nerveaous. And this time it was bad. He felt like his whole body was shaking from his bouncy leg. Arthur pressed his left hand against his upper thigh. "Y/N....I`m right here. Can you hear me? Please answer me or give me a sign if you can hear me?! Otherwise I will call a doctor...please". Arthr felt a laugh crawling up his throath. Not now. He coughed it away. Trying to keep it down. He felt his eyes watering. His heart was racing in his chest. Arthur flet close to a panic attack. He knew this. He felt it before. But never because of someone he loved as much as he loved you. This fear was worse. If anything every happened to you..... This was too much. But he had to stay calm for you. He was the only one who could help you right now. And he would. Arthur took your face between his hands "Baby?" You finally moved. A quiet mumble escaped your dry lips. Arthurs face lighted up. "Oh thank god" he whispered to himself. "Arthur?" "Yes Y/N....can you hear me now?" "Yeah....what....happened?" "You fainted and landed on the couch. I first thouht you fell alseep but you were unconciousness and couldnt hear me. Arthur would tell you that he was close to a panik attack. He wanted you to feel as save as possible. "Oh...Now I remember I was feeling dizzy when I got home.." your hand reached for his. "Right. You said you fotgot to eat. So I made you some sandwhiches and when I got bck from the kitchen thats how I found you. I got so worried...." "I`m so sorry I scared you, Artie. This happened to me before. Sometimes I just forget to eat and thats the result. I never wanted you to deal with this. Sorry, darling". He handed you the plate "Please eat something, okay? Your body needs it. No one knows that better than I do. Remember when I stopped eating for days because my meds made me feel sick everytime I took a bite? I couldnt even leave the bed anymore. Don`t do this to yourself. We need to stay strong for each other. And later I will try to eat something,too. Okay?" You nodded thankfully and took a bite from the sandwhich "Mhh....self made?" "Of course! They will make you feel better soon" he smiled. "Ohhh Artthur. There is a little pickle heart! You`re always so thoughtful. Now that I know that you made it with so much love it tastes even better." Arthur placed the plate with the rest of the food in his lab and put his arm around you. "I`m glad to hear that Y/N." Arthur watched you eating and felt his muscles relax again. His leg was calm. Arthur took the last sandwhich in his hand and let you take a bite after another. "I´m feeling better now. Thank you so much, Arthur. For taking care of me." Your hand played with one of his brown curls. "Don`t thank me for that. Thats what im here for. Loving you. Taking care of you. Just the way you do take care of me. And I know I am no easy patient to handle" . There was so much love in Arthurs eyes. "So what do you think of my new jokes?" " I wanted read them but I guess that was the moment I fainted". "Oh....I see. How about we cuddle up in bed after you finshed the sandwhich, I´ll make you a hot chocolate and read you my latest jokes? I guess you need some good laughs now?!"
You took the last bite of the sandwhich before you placed a soft kiss upon his lips "That sounds wonderful, Arthur. Your jokes are the best medicine anyway."
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My writing about Arthur - Masterlist
Arthur is the light of my soul, my one and only, my comfort.
If you do find comfort in Arthur too, I hope my writing will bring you joy.
My ask box is open. Feel free to reach out anytime.
Thank you, Joaquin,for the most wonderful experience in my entire life. Meeting you was beyond magical. Those beautifu moments being shared will forever shine a light in my heart for as long as my soul will exist.
(March 26th.2023. New York city)
Drawings
Klick HERE for my artwork
Full movie in Arthurs point of view (My version)
Full movie in Arturs point of view part one
Full movie Arthurs point of view part two
To be continued....
Fictions
Darkness caving in / A look into Arthurs diary
Dear Arthur /Fictional character love
Artie fallls in love with you /Fluff
Being Arthurs first love /headcanons
Things I really want to do with Arthur Fleck
Stompin on a dream / erotic short story
Taking a shower with Arthur / Headcanons
Are you Arthurs hallucination?
A love letter to Arthur
Cute headcanons about Arthur
Poetry dedicated to Arthur:
Arthurs tear
Grace
Soul
Duality
Love
Check out the tag #poemsforarthur for lots more of my poetry dedicated to him
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Dinner for Arthur
Fever dream - Taking care of sick Arthur
Mysterious stranger /Arthur being stalked by a girl/you
Drunk Arthur Headcanons
Amusement park tour with Arthur Headcanons
Exploring Arthurs body
Arthur putting Joker make up on you
Arthur gaining weight /Tummy love
Arthur and you getting arrested and handcuffed to one another during the riots
You being Arthurs first kiss
Arthur writes you a love letter
Ginger cat dreams /Helping Arthur with his anxiety
The music inside of him
Plushy clowns and happy tears
Icecream and belly rubs
Blood and passion
Message in a bottle / Arthurs lost diary pages
Helping Arthur with his laughing condition
Thoughts on loving Arthur
Arthurs first camping trip
Maybe a little sad /A look into Jokers mind
Joker saving a girl from bad guys
I had a bad day /Arthurs point of view
A day at the beach /Making Arthurs dream come true
Hiding in the fridge /Arthurs point of view
Arthur making love to you at the beach
A hug from Murray
Being stuck in the elevator with Arthur
White noise
Despite reality
The invisible man
Helping Arthur feeling save / His first time with you
Gemstone eyes
Arthur suffering from nightmares/You comforting him
Meeting Carnival
Behind the make up
Making love to Arthurs hands
Send in the clowns/ Subway scene/ Arthurs point of view
I`m gonna be a comedian / Arthur at Pogos
Who would love a sad clown?
Seeing red
Pennys funeral
Arthur singing you a song
Fullfilling Arthus childhood dream
Knock, knock
How Arthur decited to become a clown
White room
Becoming ONE with Arthur
On the edge of a knife / Erotic Joker fiction
Forever ends today /Jokers point of view
Punshlines /Joker point of view (part 2 of the above)
Fever dream
A happier version of the Murray Franklin show
Romantic things Arthur loves to do with you
Arthurs first crush back in scool
An orchestra of chaos /Joker being jealous
Sharp bones and beams of light
Misery you got to go
Thunderstorms and candlelight
Being on Arthurs side while he finds out he is adopted
Triggers
As close as you can get
Arthur crying happy tears for the first time
Soft curls across your skin /Erotic headcanons
Washing Arthurs hair
Inhale me
Intimacy /Just a thought about his eyelashes
Lost for words /Poem
Arthur getting caught by you while touching himself
You calming Arthurs bouncy leg
You being emotionally attached to Arthurs jacket
Arthur asking you why you love him
Arthur being insecure about his own body
Arthur as your boyfriend /Headcanons
I`ve got you under my skin
Arthur touching things and touching you
Stay inside /Erotic nights with Arthur
Forever and a day / You saving Arthur from an overdose
Loving the details of Arthurs body
Arthurs first shopping trip with you
Arthur trying to make you laugh while you`re feeling sick
You writing poetry on Arthurs body
Motels and highways /Going on a roadtrip with Arthur
Good morning,,Arthur!
Brothers/ A happier version of Arthur meeting Bruce/ Arthurs point of view
Kissing Arthurs ankles and toes
Arthur doing the household /Headcanons
Arthur trying to be a good son
Arthur playing you like an instrument
Arthur taking care of you after you lost consciousness
You and Arthur are best friends and secretly in love with each other
Arthur helping you during an asthma attack
Sleepy nights
You being afraid of Arthur being mad at you
Arthur helping you with your insecurities
Arthur being empathic while you`re in pain
Arthur being your first
Arthur giving you neck kisses
Arthur receiving little love notes
Protective arms and fireworks
Arthur helping you get dressed and bathe while in pain
Arthur warming you up after a snow storm
I always was
Arthur getting drunk
Spotlights / Arthurs point of view
Christmas eve with Arthur /Headcanons
Intimacy
Headcanons Arthur touching himself and daydreaming
Arthur & Sophie in the elevator / his point of view
Sophie taking care of Arthur
Make a wish
Foreplay
Arthur kissing your ear
Arthur and you having phone sex
Doing a full body paint on Arthur
Artie and Joker comforting after nightmares
Take me in
If Arthur was a flower
A loving hand /Arthurs point of view
Kissing away the blood
Arthur comforting you during the pandemic
Arthur using his hands on you
Arthur buying new underwear to surprise you
Joining Arthur in the bathtub
Caught between warm skin
Arthur dancing with you in the living room
Arthur coming home to you after he has been fired
Arthur comes home to you after the blood smile
You are enough, Arthur/ Erotic short story
Arguing with Arthur
You forgetting your sweater at Arthurs apartment
Arthur at a massage center
Things Arthur would say while making love
Blank pages
Arthur and insecure reader
Picking Arthur up from Arkham
Sweet anticipation
Pleasing Arthur
As sweet as honey
Your first Halloween spent with Arthur
Arthur being touched for the first time
Reader finds out she is pregnant with Arthurs child
Arthur and you are getting matching tattoos
Arthur being a male stripper at HaHas
Reader comforts after after killing Randall
Arthurs thoughts while making love
Arthur suffers from intrusive thoughts
Reader defending Arthur at HaHas
Arthur comforting you while you`re having a panic attack
A son like you / Arthurs POV
In Hoyts office/ Arthus POV
Arthur comforting reader during this time of the month
Erotic moments with Arthur
A smile shouldnt hurt /Opening scene Arthurs POV
Full movie in Arthurs point of view part one
Arthur following Sophie/ His POV
Arthur listening to jokes/ His POV
Arthur writing about mental illness/ His POV
Arthur on his wedding day
Silly winter fun with Arthur
Doctor of laughter/ Arthurs POV
Bathroom dance /Arthurs POV
Subway scene Arthurs POV
FULL MOVIE/ Arthurs point of view part TWO
Arthurs wedding night
Last day at HaHas/ Arthurs POV
Therapy / Arthurs POV
Up on stage /Arthurs POV
Smile /Arthurs POV
Arthur spending time with his pregnant girlfriend
Arthurs notes part 1 Drifting
Ocean breeze/ Valentines day with Arthur
Reader recovering from self harm, Arthur being there for her
A save place / Arthur comforts reader who suffers from depression
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Hi sweety!🥰 could you please develope a prompt where x reader goes to Arthur's apartment for a coffee (they're only friends maybe?) and then she forgot her sweater (🥺) by him. so the next day he goes to her apartment to bring the sweater back to her. And idk if you want to add some cuddles or a cold weather and a warm tea🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much
Oh sweetheart, your request warmed my heart and it was so much fun to write it. You know I have a weakness for sweater stories when it comes to our sweet Artie.Thank you so much. I really really hope you like it.
Pressing that elevator button felt different, knowing that you wouldnt go into your own apartment but ringing the bell on Arthur`s door. You knew each other since you moved into this building a few months ago but it took you weeks to finally make the first move and talk to him.
Arthur was a very shy man with intense eyes and a beautiful smile, which was hiding so much pain. You could tell from the way he was making jokes that he was sad. He was the kind of person who wanted to make others happy because he couldnt find happiness himself. Observing his loneliness made you sad. It hurt you to see that a wonderful man like him was all alone. Every since his mother was commited to Arkham state hospital he lived a lonely life in his dark apartment. Sometimes you could hear him laugh through the walls. It was a different kind of laughter, almost like he was in pain. One day he started laughing out of the blue and he handed this card to you, which said something about a condition. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he was too shy to interact with people. You have never seen him with someone else. Being his only friend felt special. Thats what you were. Friends. At least you thought so. Arthur never showed any kind of interest in being more than that. He was always very friendly, awkwardly shy and incredibly sad. Even when he was funny. Especially ehen he was funny.
You walked down the halls with a racing heart. You fell hard for this beautiful, sad soul. Just the thought of meeting up with him for a coffee made your knees weak. If only he knew if you were in love with him. But how could you vere tell him without risking his freindship? Maybe he prefered to be alone. Arthur always seemed like he could be scared away easily and you didnt wanted to. Just sitting beside him on his couch, feeling his presence was a gift. You could never risk to lose that.
Meeting up for a coffee after work was something you used to do pretty often now. Sometimes he would take you to the donut shop, even though he never ate one, but this time he invited you to come over to his place. Which felt so much more intimate.
You took a deep breath as you rang the doorbell.
"Coming" Arturs soft voice sounded like he was already smiling.
He opened the door. His brown curls matched his worn out chestnut sweater. A cigarette was tugged between his thin lips. He looked tired but his natural beauty was almost hurtful.
"Hi Y/N." his smile exposed his crooked tooth, which reminded you of how many nights you yearned for him to kiss you.
"Hey Arthur. I`m sorry I´m a bit late. I had to work longer today. "
"Its fine. I mean...I won`t go anywhere. I`m....here..." for a brief moment there was an awkward silence between the two of you. Then he turned around "Sit down...I mean....." he ran his fingers through his hair, appearently nervous ".....make yourself at home. I`ll make some coffee."
He headed into the kitchen while you sat down on the couch and took off your sweater.It was cold outside.Gotham city wasnt very pleasent during wintertime. The cold easily managed to get to your bones.
It was the 3rd time you every sat here. The fabric was old and faded, yellow and blue pillows decorated the corners. Along with flowery and green sheets. Everything smelled like him. The scent of passion and romance. You always imagined Arthur to be a very romantic lover. The thought of that made you blush while he came back from the kitchen to hand you a hot cup of coffee.
"I`m sorry I only have these self made Murray Franklin show cups to offer you. Kinda embarassing." He took a sip of his own cup which looked exactly like yours , except for the handwritten letters looking a bit more shaky.
You turned the cup in yor hands "I think thats pretty sweet actually. Making your own cups of your fave tv show".
Arthurs eyes pierced you while he took another sip. The color of his eyes was everything.
"Yeah?"
"Sure!"
"You`re the only one who thinks so" he lit himself another cig and took a deep drag. His eyelids fluttered for a second. Details. details everywhere. Arthur was like a museum of details.
"My mother thought it was stupid. She said it reminds her of the fact that we dont even have enough money to buy the real cup."
You gave him a serious look "No, I really think its a creative thing to do. You are a creative guy."
His face lighted up "You think i´m crative? "
"Sure. You do write your own jokes, right?"
"Mhhh hmmmm, yeah"
"See? Very creative."
"Maybe I am" Arthurs left leg started bouncing and you caught yourself thinking how nice it would be to place your hand on his knee and make it stop by calming him down. You imagined how the fabric of his blue pants would feel under your fingertips. Or his naked skin...
Arthur sat close beside you, yet not close enough for his knee or arm to touch yours. You thought about how you could possibly touch him by accident. Feeling the fabcric of his clothes or his bare skin stroking yours was all you could think about.
He put the cup back on the table and looked at you in a way he never did before. His eyes focused you without blinking. Like the shyness within him was gone for a brief moment. You tried to mirror his stare, but it was impossible to look into his eyes without fighting the urge to grab his face and kiss him. So you focused on the curl that was dancing in his neck instead. Not a good idea as well. Looking at this vulnerable part of his body only made you yearn for more.
You caught yourself looking away, which made you hate yourself. How could you possibly turn your head away when he was finally looking at you like that?
"You`re a party clown right?"
Arthur finally blinked "Yeah."
"I`d love to see some of your acts some day"
"I also do stand up comedy. Maybe you`ll come to Pogos when I perform next week?"
"Ohh Arthur, I would love that" and all of te sudden your hand was resting on his thigh. Arthurs muscles twitched under your soft touch. Like he wasnt used to being touched at all.
His smile said more than a thousand words "Wow, thats great news. I would love to see you in the audience. I will try to give my best performance for you. You know what Y/N? I´m gonna write a joke especially for you. Would you like that?"
Your hand was still on his leg. Touching him was magical. Like your hand was always supposed to be there. You nodded. Unable to say a word.
He looked at the back of yor hand like he couldnt belive that someone was actually resting his hand on him. You could tell from his eyes how touch starved he was.
All of the sudden Arthur got up. Your hand falling off his leg felt wrong.
"So I think I better work on that jokes now." he mumbled while he headed to his desk.
Right now? You felt the disappointment rising in your heart. He wanted you to leave?
"They better be good if you`re gonna be a part of the audience!" he added.
"Okay Arthur. It was nice to have a coffee with you. Im sure your new jokes will turn out incredibly funny.""
He smiled his sweetest smile while he grabbed the pen, looking like he was already about to concentrate.
"You know, I wrote this joke last night but I havent figured out the punchline yet. Punshlines are important. And facial expessions. I feel like I always get them wrong. And I have to look into peoples eyes more often."
"Sounds like a great plan, Arthur. "
"Thank you Y/N. I`m trying. I really do."
"I know"
"I want my stand ups to be good enough for the big clubs." he pressed his journal to his chest.
"I`m sure some day you will be well known. Everyone will know the name Arthur Fleck and think of a grea comedian".
You noticed his eyes watering as he walked you to the door "Even kids?"
"Sure?"
"That would be sweet"
You wrapped his arms around him as you said our goodbyes "So, I`ll see you next week at Pogos?" he asked.
"Definitely!"
Your hug felt a little too tight for being just friends and you hoped he didnt noticed.
It felt a little too long too, but you couldnt help but trying to get a nose full of the smell of his soft curls.
Arthur looked after you before he closed the door behind him.
You walked down the hallway to get to your own apartment and immediately missed him.
Twenty minutes later you found yourself lying on your bed, realizing that you forgot your sweater on his couch. Should you gt over and get it? You decited not to. He porobably was working on his jokes right now and you didnt wanted to bother him. So instead of visiting him one more time you just disappeared under the blanket and dreamed of him for the rest of the night.
The next day felt like a fever dream. Fantasizing about Arthurs lips and hands for the whole night left you with a strange feeling in your chest. Was it wrong to think of him that way? You thought about your sweater and how it was lying in Arthurs apartment for the whole night. You wondered if he left it lying on the couch and if he was still sleeping on the couch now that Penny was at the hospital? You couldnt concentrate while working at all. Your beautiful neighbor filled your mind with so many questions and daydreams. Daydreaming about him became something that helped you to get through the day. Just thinking of him chuckeling made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, like nothing could harm you anymore.
This man was magic.
And you wanted him so bad.
Somehow the day passed by like every day does and you found yourself alone in the bathroom, looking at the mirror, wondering if you were even his type of girl. You had no idea in what kinda girls he was into.
And just as you started wondering someone knocked at your door. Was it possible...?
You nervously hurried up to open it.
It was him.
Arthur was standing in front of you, holding your sweater in his hands.
"Hi Y/N. I dont know if you noticed but... you forgot your sweater yesterday and I didnt wanted to bother you and...."
"Ohhh Arthur. Thats so sweet of you. Yeah I noticed. Thank you."
You could swear that he was about to blush.
"You wanna come in?"
Arthur nodded while he stumbled through your door.
"Make yourself comfy, I am right back" you smiled as he sat down in the living room.
You disappeared in the bathroom, pressing your face into your sweater to see if it smelled differently. It did. There was a hint of Arthurs cologne on it. His flowery shampoo and the smell of smoke. Your sweater smelled like him.
You buried your face deeper into the fabric and breathed in.
It was your piece of clothing but it felt like it was his. Breathing in the scent that was so him was the most intimate moment of your entire life. Was that what it feels like to fall asleep in his arms? To cuddle with him on the couch while watching his fave comedy shows on the screen? Was that what he smelled like under his clothes? His bare skin? Was that the scent that would surrowd you while making love to him?
Your thoughts went all over the place while you rubbed the fabric against your blushing cheeks.
"Y/N? Are you okay?"
Arthurs voice woke you from your daydreams "Oh, yeah sure. Just got to use the bathroom. I´ll be right back"
"Okay! "
A minute later you sat beside him on the couch, the sweater still in your hands.
Arthur stared at it. His hands lay on his lap while he played with his own fingers.
"I have to admit something" he said "It`s so embarrassing. I dont even know how to tell you...."
"You can tell me anything, Arthur"
"There is a stain on your sweater now. It was me. I`m so sorry. I ruined it. Its face paint. I still got it on my fingers after I cleaned my brushes. " he showed you the spots where he stained it.
Traces of him.
This somehow made you very emotional.
Its was his sweater now.
Through and through.
"Thats okay, Arthur. Dont worry. I dont mind."
"Really?" he seemed surprised.
"I dont mind at all !"
He shrug "Well there is another thing.... after I noticed you forgot your sweater on my couch... there was a reason I didnt came over to hand it to you last night. Its so embarrassing, oh my god..."
You giggled "Okay? Why didnt you?"
"I....put it on" Arthur buried his face in his hands "Sorry, dont hate me. Please. I put your sweater on and I slept in it." His legs started to bounce.
You coudlnt belive what you just heard. That was the cutest thing you could have imagined.
"Arthur,really? You slept in my sweater?"
He exposed his face.
"I know...I know....its...I`m sorry. Now you must think I`m a total freak or a stalker or something." He looked down on the floor, way too shy to look you in the eyes while he started to bite his nails.
"Actually I think thats pretty cute." you chuckled. The blood was rushing to your face. This man really got under your skin.
"What? Are...are you serious? You´re not mad at me? You dont think i´m a freak?"
"I could never think you`re a freak. I´m glad you told me. Now I`m going to tell you something much more embarrassing, okay? So you see that you are not the only one."
Arthur gave you an insecure look "Okay?"
"When I was at the bathroom before, I sniffed my sweater because I hoped it would smell like your apartment."
"I`m sorry if it smells like smoke now."
"Noooo not because of that! I wanted it to smell like... you!"
Arthurs eyes filled with love "You mean...."
You nodded as your eyes watered "I`m in love with you ever since I saw you for the first time. I just didnt knew how to tell you."
Arthur fell into your arms "Me too Y/N. Oh god.....me,too."
You pulled him closer. You never noticed how tiney he was in your arms. How fragile.
"Why havent you told me?" you asked him, while his face was buried in your neck.
"I didnt wanted to boter you. People often feel bothered by me. They think I`m weird. I was glad you even talked to me. Those short coffee breaks meant the world to me."
"Artie, this is just....I`m speechless."
He chuckled, now facing you "You just called me Artie".
"I know. Thats what I called you in my head all the time".
"I could get used to that" he smirked, which made his lip scar show even more intense.
"I cold call you Artie all night if you want to stay. " you whispered into his ear.
"I would love to. I mean its cold outside and some cuddles and warm tea would be nice..."
"Or some kisses" you added.
"Or some kisses....." Arthur turned his face to the left and put your face between his gentle hands.
His lips on yours felt even better than in your fantasy.
His taste filling your mouth was all you ever wanted.
And as you both fell into the pillows you buried your face into his curls and took a deep breath of Arthur Fleck.
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Hiiii it's me again😂❤️ Can I have a ff where Artie Is at Arkham and it's his last day in. and x Reader comes to pick him up from the hospital🥺 and they go home together, and as always if you want to add some cuddles or She helps Artie to take a warm bath🥺 It would be nice
Oh my dear friend, thank you so much for the request. It was a very emotional ride and very intimate to write. I hope with all my heart that you will like it. Love you so much!
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The moment the door opened you felt your heart crumble. That heavy, white door with the tiney window. He must have stared at this window for so many nights.
The bed was empty. For a second you feared that he broke out of the hospital. If that was the case they would find him and lock him up again. Way longer than last time. The thought of being seperated from him for another few weeks or months seemed unbearable. Looking back at the last weeks without him made you wonder how you managed to stay sane yourself. The empty bed, the stillness of his empty apartment...it felt like the walls were closing in on you. Night for night was spent on his couch, alone, trying to remember his skin on yours, pressing his pillow close to your face to smell the remains of his sweat and shampoo that got caught up in the soft fabric.
He was missing from you like a part of your very own body. And now you`re gonna get your missing part back. Taking it home with you. Filling his apartment with love again.
Your eyes searched for him. That room. Standig between these four walls made you feel snowblind. All the white. Even Arthur was dressed in white. The only contrast was his dark hair .
Arthur was sitting in the corner of the room. Crumbled up on the floor, like a piece of paper. Like a love letter that wasn`t well written enough to send it, so the writer just formed it into a ball and threw it across the room.
But you wanted to read it. Every sentence. Every letter. You wanted to take that page and uncrumble it. Make it readable again, to realize how beautifully written it actually was. Poetry. The purest form there ever was.
Arthur was the poem who remained unnoticed. Unseen by so many. Even by the ones who wrote him.
The doctor kept looking at you, talked about last night and how Arthur kept whimpering your name. But all you could do was focusing on that one curls that fell to Arthurs forehead. His head was hanging heavy on his shoulders. He looked downwards.
"Artie, darling? I`m here. " you got up to him to knee on the ground.
Arthur finally lifted his head. The circles under his eyes darkened since you saw him two days ago. He looked exhausted as you gently stroke his hair. A tired smile crossed his sad eyed face. His curls felt greasy like he didnt washed it for at least a week.
"You look tired, darling"
Arthur tried to get up but he seemed so much weaker than he was when he got here.
"Im so tired, Y/N. I`m so very tired." He sat down on the floor again "You`re really here aren`t you?"
"I am. Its your last day. I will take you home with me now".
Arhur started to cry "Can you please hug me. I need to feel that this is real. I want to hug you but....I can`t"
It was now that you realized that he was still in his handcuffs.
You wrapped your arms around him so tight you felt his ribcage poking you. Silent tears fell from his eyes onto your shoulders. "I missed you so much, Arthur. I was so incompleate without your breath on my neck at night. "
He nodded, unable to answer. He just cried.
"Cry, sweetheart.its okay let it all out. It`s over now. You can go home with me. No more lonely night in this cold room. We`re gonna go home now and I`m gonna make you a nice, hot bath before we disappear under the sheets.
The doctor looked at you with disguise "A hot bath sounds like a plan. Mr Fleck refused to take a shower for 9 days straight. "
You didnt liked the tone in her voice.
"Why is he still wearing his handcuffs anyway?" you asked.
"Because you can never know with him." The doctor replied, giving him a dirty look.
You wanted to tell her how damn rude she was but you kept silent to not risk anything.
"And he refused to eat,too. We actually thought he wated to starve himself to death in here. Which is illegal."
The anger inside of you grew with every word she said, but you concentrated on Arthur and supported him to get up. "C`mon, darling. We`re gonna leave this place now."
Arthur once again fell into your arms, desperately trying to touch you with his cuffed hands. You held his fingers inside your fist "You`ll feel better soon, I promise."
The doctor took a step closer and got the keys to unlock the handcuffs. "Goodbye, Mr. Fleck. " her voice sounded cold and heartless. You noticed her taking a step back as Arthur looked up to starte into her eyes. Almost like she was afraid of him. How could anyone be afraid of him?
Arthur didnt answer. The second his hands were free he hugged you with his whole body. So tight it felt like you shared the same jumpsuit. He held your face between his hands. They were as gentle as always. The most gently hands in the world. He seemed different. But still the same. His fingertips stroke your face, your cheekbones and nose, your chin. "I missed touching you, Y/N. Oh, I need to touch you so bad. " The intensivity of his eyes never left, even when he looked as tired as he did now. He was so touch starved. Just as you.
"Not in here, Mr Fleck. You know the rules." The doctors voice really got on your nerves. Did she had any idea how hard it was not being able to share your love ? Did she even knew how it felt to be in love? To be forced to leave your other half behind? At a mental hospital?
You both ignored her, touching each others faces "I missed the taste of you" he breathed upon your mouth, right before your lips met. Arthur kissed you with all that was within him. His mouth was dry from all the medication. His lips cracked. But his kiss was full of love and admiration for you. Full of longing and pain.
Your fingers ran through his messy hair. It was getting even longer than usual. Almost reaching his shoulders.
"Please!" The doctor started to sound angry. "This is not allowed! You`ve got enough time in your hands when you`re out of this building".
Your lips parted again.
"Thats right Dr. Finn. Goodbye." you grabbed Arthurs hand and lead him out of the room.
Before you left Arkham Arthur was lead into the changing room, where he got rid of his white clothing. He looked so much more like himself when he got back. His brown cardigan made him look softer than ever before. He touched the soft, worn out fabric of it, convincing himself that this was all real. Grounding.
It felt good to leave this bulding which became his second home after so many years of being in and out. A home that felt more like a prison since there was someone waiting for him outside these walls.
The whole way home on the tram Arthur rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. He needed sleep.
"I havent slept for days" he whispered while you sqeezed his hand. "I couldnt close an eye without you by my side. Even the sleeping pills couldnt help."
"We`re gonna make you rest as soon as we get home, Artie."
Artur almost drifted off into sleep on the ride home. Leaning on your shoulder was enough to make him feel save enough to get sleepy.
When you arrived home you took off his sweater and pants "You`re freezing, baby."
"I know."
"Do you still want to take a bath before going to bed?"
"Yeah...please! I feel kinda... dirty".
You kissed his forehead and handed him a bathrobe "Put this on while the water is still running. It will keep you warm. I will make you some soup, okay? You gotta eat something,too."
Arthur nodded "Okay. But...I`m afaraid my stomach cant hold it. They gave me some new meds and it was getting worse again. "He looked ahamed as you walked into the kitchen to boil some water. "Dont worry, Artie. We`ll go slowly. But we have to try. I wont let you go to bed with an empty stomach today. It must have been days since you had eaten something. "
Arthur followed you into the kitchen. He needed to be near you every second. He looked so lost in his bathrobe. So helpless.
"Alright, the soup will be done when you finished bathing. " you smiled. Arthur mirrored your smile and followed you back into the bathroom. He stil walked like he had his handcuffs on, which was a sad thing to wittness.
Arthur froze when you helped him out of his bathrobe and into the bathtub. He was even skinnier than usual. His body looked like he was close to a break down. His shoulderbone seemed like it was about to burst through his fragile skin. He`s got some small bruises on his wrists and his tummy was sucked in.
The warm water felt like an embrace as he let himself sink into it. He immediately closed his eyes and awaited your touch.
"I`m so gald to be home" he mumbled as you started to shampoo his sweaty hair. Washing his beautiful curls always felt very intimate to you. You had a thing for his hair. Every strain of it was holy to you. Every curl a poem.
You noticed a small wound on his forehead as you tried not to let the shampoo run into his eyes. "You`re hurt"
"I know. It was my fault. I did it to myself. I`m sorry if I disappoint you"
"Artie, you could never disappoint me. Do you hear me?"
He nodded.
"I love you more than anything, Arthur"
"My whole life I never loved anything else" he replied.
You stopped washing his hair for a second to lean in to kiss him. The warm water dripped down his forehead. You tasted his shampoo upon your lips.
He was home with you.
Life was sweet.
You took the sponge and washed away the pain and loneliness. Every bad memory, every sleepless night at Arkham. You washed it all way. Watching the pain dissappear in his eyes.
Arthurs musicles started to relax under your tender touch. Even his tense tummy.
He was thankful for all the attention, the love. A smile crossed his face after he got out of the bathtub. You hugged him while he was still naked.
"You feel better now, sweetheart?"
" A lot, Y/N. Thank you. I`m trying to eat some soup now. Just for you!"
"Thats great, Artie. lets do it" you handed him oneof his sweaters. "Um....can I have....would you let me wear one of yours? " he asked with his little voice.
"Of course, Arthur. Oh god, sure. Wait I will get you one!"
A minute later you came back with your fave sweater. Arthur slipped into it like it was his.
"Thank you so much. Its so comortig to wear your clothes".
"Anytime, baby" you got the bowl of soup.
Arthur sat down on the couch. He didnt even asked for a cigarette.
You noticed his eyes watering.
"Whats wrong, Artie?"
"I`m afraid I might throw up. I`ll be so embarassing."
You took the spoon and put it to his lips "There is no reason to be ashamed. The important thing is to try. If you have to throw up its okay. "
"I threw up at Arkham and they yelled at me"
"I´m not gonna yell at you."
"I know....I know that." he whispered.
Arthur swallowed after you fed him the first spoon.
"Is that okay?"
"Yeah."
"Another?"
"Yeah"
You fed him three spoons of soup until he was close to spit it out again.
"Its okay, baby. Take your time. We`ve got all the time in the world to make you eat."
"Thank you so much, Y/N. I dont know what I would do without you."
Arthur waited five minutes until he was ready for another four spoons.
"I´m proud of you, Arthur. Really. You`re doing great.
"Thank you Y/N. For helping me with that. I think thats all I can eat for today. But maybe....tomorrow. Or later when I wake up. Maybe you can leave the bowl of soup next to my bed"
"Sure, darling." You kissed the corner of his mouth and placed the bowl on the table.
"Try to get some sleep now. I`ll be right here with you".
Arthur layed down on the couch as you joined him.
His huge blanket covered both of your bodies.
"Finally" he muttered, pulling you close to his heart, burying his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it gently as he breathed you in.
The familiar smell of his own sheets helped him relax.
"Y/N?"
"Yes Arthur?"
"Would you....like...sing me to sleep or something?"
"Of course,my love"
Arthur closed his tired eyes as your voice quietly echoed through apartment 8J.
"The moon is a silver dollar shining up in the sky
There is a dream we can buy.
Sweetheart you and I
The moon is a silver dollar
Made for lovers to share
And with you in my arms
I`m a millionaire
Our care in troubles
Will all be small change
Someday they all change
Into a dream come true
The moon is a silver dollar
What a glorious sight
Lets invest at him love
Tonight"
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