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seal-writes-stuff · 11 months

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Dating Headcanons – Joe (“YWNRH”)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of abuse, mental health struggles (PTSD)

Summary: All in the title

A/N: Hey guys! Wanted to write some general headcanons while I’m working on a longer fic. Because God, I love Joe so much it’s crazy, he deserves everything. Hope you enjoy!

Your relationship starts out slowly, and I mean slowly. Truth is, Joe knew that he'd be in love with you since the moment you've met and it terrifies him. For the longest time, it's been one of Joe's many deep-seated beliefs that he's completely unlovable. Or that even if he somehow isn't, that it's too much of a liability to love him anyway. It's always on his mind: suffocating, ever present.

He can't save anybody. He can't stop anybody from being hurt. Worse, he can't even let anyone in, can't share this burden that's been there all his life - it's something he has to carry on his own.

So when you get into the picture, Joe gets... Cautious. You're such a warm presence in his life, so lovely, so... Fragile. What if something happened to you? What if something happened to you because of him? Joe would never be able to forgive himself, so he keeps his distance at first. He's quiet and reserved, he doesn't talk much, he barely touches you when you go out at first; it gets to the point where you start to question if he even likes you. But at the end of the day you know he does, because Joe always comes back to you no matter what, over and over again.

You stay. You stay right there with him, and when Joe finally confesses to all of the feelings that are eating at him, you're devastated and horrified - but you still stay. You tell him how you're okay with that, how the pain would be worth it if it meant knowing him. It's the kind of strong, healthy love Joe isn't used to, and that's exactly what makes him realize he wants to be by your side, always.

Joe rarely talks about his past, or his present, for that matter – he opens up very slowly. Deep down, although he has trouble verbalizing it, he still thinks that he somehow deserved all of the abuse and tragedy that happened in his life. He also has a vague understanding of how irrational it is, how horrifying it would sound said out loud, so he keeps quiet. You're ready to listen no matter how much or little he reveals; you always, always insist that he's a good person and none of it was his fault. Joe tries his hardest to believe it.

It takes lot of time, trust and deep late night conversations before Joe tells you what he does for a living. He knows how much you love him and that’s exactly what makes him hold back: the thought of you getting scared or seeing him differently once you know the truth. But, despite every reason he can think of, you simply don’t. You’re worried for him, as a lover would be, but that’s it. Joe doesn’t know what he did right in life to deserve you; you know he’s never had to deserve you in the first place.

Joe doesn’t expect you to wait for him when he comes back from his jobs, but he feels incredibly loved when you do. You sacrifice your sleep simply because you want to see him? It’s so wonderful and so unfamiliar to him. It’s a promise of a better future.

His main form of love? Definitely acts of service. You need something fixed in the house? He's on it. Hard day at work? He's already running you a bath so you can relax. You need a ride for any reason? He’s going to pick you up, no questions asked. It makes Joe feel nice, knowing that he makes your life a little better. If only he knew how much.

He’s a great listener. Had a shitty day at work? He's here to comfort you. Saw a new movie that's absolutely great and Joe just has to see it? He's here to hear you gush about it. Joe isn’t much of a talker by nature and he deeply appreciates when you share these things with him. After all, they’re what makes you, well, you.

He loves when you steal his clothes. The first time it happened on accident - you've decided to spend the night at his place and hey, you weren’t going to stay in your work outfit all night, right? But later on it happens again and again, and Joe can’t find it in himself to stop you. Even if it’s just clothes, it’s one of the little ways he can share his life with you, can imagine you thinking about him when you wear it. The thought alone feels very comforting.

This man yearns for physical contact so much it's insane, even the lightest of your touches are everything to him. A quick brush of your fingertips against his upper arm, sweet kisses you press to the top of his head just because you feel like it, gentle hugs from behind while he's washing the dishes... After a lifetime of cruelty, all of this feels so sweet and intimate to him. Still, he can’t bring himself to outright ask you for it sometimes; as much as Joe craves this affection, this love you grant him so generously and without a second thought, the shame and fear of rejection are simply too strong. It's a good thing he doesn't need to ask.

Joe has never given his body much thought before, so seeing you so openly, unashamedly in love with it is new for him, in the best way possible. How you steal warm, lovesick glances every time you can, how you trace his scars absentmindedly when you cuddle, how you trail quick, desperate kisses down his neck and onto his collarbone... Joe didn’t think anything could ever make him blush this hard, yet here you are. He can't get enough of you.

Of course, there are still bad days. Days when Joe can't be present, no matter how much he tries. The flashbacks get too real, the negative feelings get too strong and everything just seems... Hopeless. He fully expects you to go, he wouldn't hold it against you - and yet you never do. You’re always right there: talking to him, comforting him to the best of your abilities or just quietly staying by his side, fully content to go through this pain with him. Joe can’t say why you're doing that to yourself. He knows that you love him, it’s the one thing he never doubts, but he sure doesn’t feel like he deserves this much effort. He’d never take it for granted either.

Your home is the only place where he feels truly at peace: Joe can't help but be on high alert whenever the two of you are out, always fearing something might happen, whatever that "something" might be. If it was up to him, Joe would spend the rest of his life cuddling with you in bed. His favorite pastime is doing something together or simply existing side by side while the both of you are busy with your own thing.

You're the only person Joe feels safe enough to joke around and laugh with. He doesn't even notice how it happens: there's simply a day when he's finally happy, in a way he hasn't been in years. All of the pain he went through suddenly seems worth it if that’s what’s lead him to this, to you.

Like with most of his feelings, Joe keeps his jealousy to himself, even if it’s eating him up inside. He knows you wouldn't betray him like that, never - but even then, Joe has to all but physically restrict the part of his brain that keeps him in a horrible loop of overthinking. Because of course you would leave. It's weird that you didn't leave already. What's keeping you here anyway? It must be impossibly hard to deal with him, he would know. Breaking this pattern is a long and hard process, but Joe tries.

Speaking of trying, Joe takes his first steps at healing with you. A while ago he's made a sort of twisted peace with himself, accepting that there's no hope for him - that he's broken and there's no fixing it. Yet knowing how much you care makes Joe feel like getting help is at least worth a try. Convincing himself to do it for him is hard and exhausting, near impossible at times. Convincing himself to do it for you is easy and natural as taking a breath.

At the end of the day, Joe may seem gruff and intimidating on the outside, but he loves you more than anything. You're his reason to keep going. Joe has spent so much of his life seeing the worst of humanity, but knowing you, being with you makes him feel… Hopeful. It makes him feel like he can have a future, a future that seemed like an unreachable dream before. As long as you’re by his side, life is worth it – and as long as he’s by your side, life is wonderful and sweet.

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hottpinkpenguin · 7 months

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A Promise - Arthur Fleck X Reader

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

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

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

Arthur…

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

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

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

#arthur fleck #arthur fleck x oc #arthur fleck imagine #joker #joker x oc #joker imagine #ledger joker #heath ledger imagine #joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix imagine #heath ledger #dc joker

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wakeenkitten · 1 year

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Oh Johnny ❤️prt. 1

Hey I’m back. This is a lil romantic smutty idea that I had tell me guys what you think and I will keep going with these series if you like it so. Leave a comment I love it❤️❤️

Johnny (Cmon Cmon) x f reader

⚠️: mentions of Smutt

He was finally gonna see her again. The woman who was haunting his nights and days. They had lived so happily together and everything felt so wonderful, so comforting when she was here.

And then everything started to feel so sad, so grey and it made them feel like they were unhappy together. But she still loved him with all her heart and he was keep on looking a real good reason to have left her when she was the most exquisite, perfect woman he had ever met and that he still loved her more than everything.

And when she arrived that night it was like a huge bomb in his heart. She was so beautiful, he hasn’t forgotten that, how could he had ? They were talking and talking he couldn’t get enough of her, it was supposed to be a single dinner, just totally by hasard they chose to dinner together. But this was the sign that he wanted her back, he never suffered more than when they separated and which was the biggest mistake in his life. She was laughing and smiling and being so funny and intelligent when she talks. It was impossible to look somewhere else. He could also notice that she was plunging her eyes deep inside his and that a fire could lit up inside. That the dinner could be cut by some comfortable silences, just deeply looking at each other, the air getting thick.

One of his ear still listening to her, but his mind started to drift away. He was remembering how it was to kiss her. Caressing her soft skin. And making sweet love to her. He could pass the whole weekend staying in bed, he was ordering food, feeding her. And then they were making love again and another time, the whole dreamy weekend… The Monday morning he would tenderly kiss her shoulder, waking her gently. He would hear her humming, she was slowly turning around and he could finally reach her lips. Invading her mouth with all his love, god how much he loves this woman. He would caress her thighs with the tips of his fingers and they would fall on the sides for him, no requirements. Already feeling himself dizzy and stiff, he would settle himself between her legs, his face would hide in the crook of her neck, whispering all his love to her, and softly, sweetly he would push himself ins-

« Look, I’m seeing someone. »

He just woke up completely from his daydream. That felt like somebody just had ripped his heart out and stabbed it a thousand times in front of him. His breathing was stopped by that and his mouth was slightly open. Her eyes were filled with tears. No, no, beauty don’t cry. This was so heartbreaking. She looked at the floor and suddenly she lifted her head, looking everywhere in the room, confused in her words.

« Look, I’m- I’m seeing him since like, um, not a while but… »

A big warm tear fell on her cheek, no beautiful girl don’t cry please please.

« I just feel like it was a big mistake, you were so unhappy and I thought it was because of me, so we took this decision together yes but… »

He looked down, he was a little confused now, where was she going. He calmly felt the weight of a cold shaking hand on his.

« But Johnny, I love you, so much my god you have no idea… if you want me to I will leave him Johnny…”

Oh my god, what should I do??

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80s4life · 2 years

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Arthur Fleck & The Joker Jealousy Headcanons

Word Count: 477

Status: Requested!

Ask: If you’re down, I’d LOVE some possessive/jealousy headcanons for Joker+Arthur because I’m a sucker for the trope hehehe 🤭

@: A smoking hot anon!

A/N: Hopefully, I read this correctly, and placed them as separate people!

Fandom: Joker 2019

Relationship: Arthur Fleck x Reader, The Joker x Reader

Warnings: possessive tendencies, insinuations of sexual activities, claimed ownership, fluff, jealousy, horny Joker

Masterlist DC Universe Masterlist

{gifs are not mine, credits go to original owners -> @animusrox @stuart-townsend}

Arthur Fleck:

Artie is more laid back at first. If anything, he comes off more proud than jealous. What can he say? He knows you're gorgeous, but you're all his, so what's the bother in fighting over it? He knows who comes home with him at the end of the night.

Now, if the situation is different and people who are flirting start making you uncomfortable, Artie has little tolerance and self-control.

He'll come up with excuses like needing you somewhere else or pretending he hadn't known where you'd ran off to, only to stand either beside or behind you, hand on shoulder, and blue orbs staring holes into your suitor's unwanted attention.

However, there are many instances where simply no one is flirting or even remotely interested in you, but they're very brief if that.

There'll be cases where Artie hasn't seen you for a long time, he's tired, or just extra clingy; anything and everything will piss him off and he'd want you all for himself.

He's actions typically are the same, finding excuses to make you leave, and then becoming a jolly little child after he's finally got you in his grasp.

He'll briskly apologize after all is said and done, though. He knows when he can be a little too...Artie.

The Joker:

Almost a perfect example of polar opposites, yin and yang, black and white, Joker is by far different than Arthur.

He's jealous, extremely so, and is not too keen on making his actions light and subtle.

While he still knows that you only have eyes for him, Joker doesn't like anyone's eyes on you and believes you should only be for him to marvel at. This causes many arguments between you, but you ultimately can never refuse him as you tend to see from all sides and know he only wants the best in a way.

Joker asserts himself in drastic ways when jealous, walking up to innocent civilians or potential suitors and just laying his hands on your hips, head dipping to capture your lips. He basks in the utter shock of the random viewers and even holds your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away. Always the charmer.

When, in most cases, no one truly wants anything more than innocent chatter, and Joker senses the person's presence for too long, he's not too nice at pulling you away.

He'll stomp up to you like a child, even, grab your hand, and stomp away if need be. Or, his hands are all over you, undressing you with his eyes and hands playing at things he really shouldn't in public.

In any of these cases, even if the night ends in an argument, he always makes it up to you in intimate settings. He's got a kink for being punished and he's no better than a man.

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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love of animals ~ joaquin phoenix

word count: 2025

request?: yes!

“Could I request a Joaquin Phoenix imagine where the reader is younger and works at an animal shelter or something similar, and Joaquin goes into the shelter looking to adopt and falls for reader? (Is sounds so cringy sorry khskjd)”

description: when he brings his son to get a pet, the last thing he expects is to fall for the cute shelter worker

pairing: joaquin phoenix x female!reader

warnings: nothing, just pure fluff

masterlist (one, two)

Joaquin smiled as he watched his son bounce with excitement through the rearview mirror.

It had been a rough year to say the least. First he had been so busy with filming his upcoming projects that he didn’t get a lot of time to spend with River or Rooney, which unfortunately led to Rooney ending their engagement. They had worked out a joint custody situation, but it was hard for Joaquin to stick to it when he was rarely ever home.

After finishing his latest project and Rooney agreeing to let him have River for longer than the custody agreement, Joaquin decided to try and make it up to his infant son for lost time. One of these idea included taking the boy to the local animal shelter so he could pick out a dog to adopt.

It was all River could talk about since he had woken up. He kept asking his father, “Puppy now, daddy?” until Joaquin finally put him in his car seat and started towards the shelter. Even when they arrived at the shelter, he had to carry the boy in to stop him from running away from him in excitement.

A lady at the front desk greeted them and Joaquin told her they were looking to adopt a dog. The lady led them to the area where they kept all the dogs.

“If you have any questions, you can ask (Y/N),” she told them. “She’s our resident puppy expert.”

At the sound of her name, a woman appeared from around the corner of cages. She was followed by a small, white dog, who was excitedly jumping around her in attempts to get the treat she was holding in her hand. She smiled at Phoenix men. Joaquin was taken aback by her beauty, but quickly snapped himself out of that train of thought. He was here to get a dog for River and that was it.

“Well, what do we have here?” she asked. “A little man looking to meet his best friend?”

River looked at the unknown woman for a moment before burying his head in Joaquin’s neck. (Y/N) chuckled at his reaction.

“Shy, I understand,” she said. She extended the hand that was holding the dog treat, causing the dog’s head to move along with her. “Here, would you like to give little Lola here a treat? Don’t worry, she’s really friendly, and she knows a lot of tricks.”

Joaquin approached the woman as River slowly lifted his head. He was hesitant for a moment, but eventually outstretched his hand and took the dog treat. The white dog, Lola, happily jumped around as Joaquin knelt down so River could stand on the floor. She ran up to them and sniffed River excitedly, causing the boy to giggle. He threw the treat onto the floor and Lola devoured it within seconds.

“Nice job,” (Y/N) said. “She’ll follow you around the whole time you’re here now just for that. But, I do hate to break the news that Lola isn’t a part of our adoptable puppies. She’s my little girl.”

Lola barked in response which caused River to giggle.

“Is there any specific dog you guys are looking into adopting?” she asked.

“Not really,” Joaquin responded. “Just looking for a companion for this little guy.”

(Y/N) turned to River and asked, “Is there any type of dog you’re looking for then, little man?”

“Puppy!” River exclaimed excitedly.

(Y/N) chuckled. “Well, you’re in luck. We happen to have all sorts of puppies here. Come, I’ll show you to our youngest furry friends.”

Joaquin took River’s hand to follow (Y/N). With each cage they passed, more dogs would hurry over and bark at them in excitement. It nearly broke Joaquin’s heart. He had such a love for animals that he wished he could take every one of the little guys home with him and show them the love that they deserve.

(Y/N) looked over her shoulder and noticed the all too familiar look on Joaquin’s face. “Wanna take them all home, don’t you?”

He snapped out of his thoughts to look back at her. She was smiling at him. He awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah. I wish I could. It’s awful that they’re all here just waiting for someone to take them home.”

(Y/N) nodded. “It gets hard to be here sometimes and watch the disappointment in their faces when they’re not picked. People don’t think dogs have the same emotions and such that we do, but that’s far from the truth. Dogs are a lot smarter than we give them credit for.”

“All animals are,” Joaquin agreed.

“They are, and we treat them so terribly.” (Y/N) shook her head. “Whoa, sorry. I’m getting a little too deep. Luckily, we’ve arrived to the puppy zone.”

The “puppy zone” was a smaller section of cages that held multiple puppies. They were all either playing or napping, but the minute the three of them walked in all their attention was drawn to them.

“Here we have puppies from a few months old all the way to one year old,” (Y/N) explained. “We put multiple in one cage so they can get used to interacting with one another, and because a few of them came in together so they’re kind of attached.” She turned to one of the cages and unlatched the door, opening it just enough that the puppies couldn’t get out. “Do you wanna go in? I always say the best way to pick a furry friend is to play with them a bit and let yourself bond with them.”

River looked up at Joaquin, who smiled and nodded. With his dad’s permission, the boy excitedly got into the cage and immediately sat down with the puppies. His giggles and screeches of excitement rang through the room as the puppies ran up and began sniffing and licking him.

Joaquin smiled at his son. He was glad to see him so happy and so excited. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy to drag the boy away from the puppy pile, but at least he was having this moment of happiness that Joaquin could be there for.

He looked over at (Y/N), who was also happily watching the scene. He couldn’t stop himself from taking in her beauty once again. She was a few years younger than him and dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt with her hair put up in a messy ponytail - or rather it had been put up in a clean ponytail and taking care of the dogs made it messy. She was unaware of anyone looking at her, so she wasn’t putting on a façade or anything. She was just effortlessly beautiful.

“You weren’t wrong before,” he said suddenly before he could stop himself. (Y/N) looked up at him and arched an eyebrow. “About how we treat animals, I mean. Humans, we view animals as less than us so we treat them that way, but they’re a lot more important to our way of life than we could ever realize.”

(Y/N) looked at him for a moment and Joaquin began to worry maybe he had stepped out of line a little, or that he had gone too far with what he was saying.

“I’ve never heard someone perfectly describe the way I’ve felt while working here,” she said. He let out a quick sigh of relief that he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “I’ve always loved animals. My parents told me I should be a vet when I grew up, but I would never be able to be the one to tell people their pet would have to be put down, let alone having to do it. Working in a rescue shelter was the next best thing for me, but it’s still hard. We have animals come in who were abandoned or who are coming from abusive homes and they’re so scared and timid. It takes a lot of work to get some of these babies to come out of their shells for us, let alone for people who want to adopt them.”

Joaquin shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it. How do you not take every one of them home?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Fantastic willpower, for one. But I also reassure myself that these babies will find loving homes eventually. It just takes time, and until that time comes, I get to spend almost every day with them.”

“I like your optimism.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “Thank you.”

She’s so beautiful. What are the chances I can take her home with me instead?

Joaquin quickly shook the thought from his head. He glanced over at (Y/N) and was grateful to see that her full attention was on the puppies again and not him.

All the puppies in the cage had eventually calmed down and went back to playing or their naps, but there was one that was laying on River’s lap. He was a small pup, no more than two or three months old, with jet black fur everywhere besides a white spot on his eye and white paws. River was gently petting the puppy as he snoozed away on his lap.

“I think he may have found the one,” (Y/N) whispered to Joaquin.

Joaquin entered the cage slowly and knelt down next to his son. “Do you like this one, little guy?”

River nodded excitedly. “He’s friend, daddy.”

Joaquin smiled at him. “Well, I guess he’s the one, then.”

After some time, they managed to coax River out of the cage and back to the main area. (Y/N) took a sign to put on the cage to say that their puppy was on hold while the lady at the desk explained the process of checking up on the potential adopters before they could adopt the puppy. Joaquin was too distracted by the thought of (Y/N) to really listen to what was being said.

He was filling out the necessary paperwork when (Y/N) returned. He managed to finish it with no errors and passed it back to the front desk lady.

“He’s still asleep, so he doesn’t know he’s on hold yet,” she told them. “But he will undoubtably be very excited when he finds out. Especially when he finds out that his new friend is the one adopting him.”

Joaquin had lifted River into his arms again. “What do you say to the lady for helping pick out your puppy?”

“Thank you,” River said.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “I’ll miss the little guy, but I’m glad he has two amazing new family members that will keep him company.”

She started to turn and walk away. Joaquin realized his moment to try and say something to her was fleeting. If he didn’t say anything now, he likely would never see her again.

“Maybe you can come see him,” he suddenly blurted.

(Y/N) turned back to him. “I would love to, but I can’t do that. He’s yours now, I can’t just follow all the puppies around to their new homes.”

“I know, but I mean...maybe...you could come over sometime for like...dinner or something, and he’ll happen to be there for you to see.”

A small smirk pulled on (Y/N)’s lips. “Are you asking me out, Mr. Phoenix?”

There was something about the way she said his name that drove him wild. “Yes, yes I am.”

“You realize that taking me out on a date won’t get you approved to adopt the puppy, right?”

He let out a laugh. “No, I know it won’t. I’m asking for myself, not for the dog.”

(Y/N) reached behind the counter and grabbed a stack of sticky notes and a pen. She scribbled something on the note then placed it so it stuck on Joaquin’s jacket.

“Then call me,” she said. “I’d love to do dinner some time.”

As they left the shelter, Joaquin couldn’t decide which of them was more excited; River for his puppy, or him for his potential date.

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galos-writing · 1 year

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The Prince and the Rascal

(Abbé de Coulmier x Male!OC - chap. 4)

Summary: The Abbé gets involved in an inconvenient romantic affair...

Words: 3138

Warnings: slight bad language(?)

A new day started in Charenton, in the worst of the ways.

The Abbé de Coulmier’s eyes got violently hit by a strong sunbeam coming through the window and filling his room, as his back felt the messy bed sheets under him. That nuisance made him squirm a bit and sleepily whine.

He sat up, groaning, his body was waking up more and more, sending him signals of pain from every part, especially his behind; he felt smelly, and sticky, his hair was all damp and ruffled from the night before. He needed a bath as soon as possible. But at least, he had finally his beloved Ange with him. The thought made him smile while stretching.

-Wake up, sleepyhead...- he softly cooed while turning around, expecting an angelic charming sleeping face, but frowned when he saw half of his bed empty again; his heart fell in emptiness, and filled in anxiety. Where did Ange go?!

He frenetically started looking around to find him, in that moment the bubble of peace that they made around them shattered, making the sounds of the outside world reach his ears. By seeing the sun’s brightness and all those noises outside, he could tell that everyone was already awake: fuck, he had missed the morning mass!

François’s face turned pale in a matter of seconds. He accidentally fell from the bed for quickly getting up, and picked up his clothes from the floor, putting them on again in a rush.

Ew, those clothes were a disaster too. A feeling of disgust ran through his body as he wore them.

He put himself in front of the mirror in full panic, like a kid who was late for school, and tried combing his hair the best he could. As he adjusted himself, his eyes noticed the deep purple hickeys and bites on his neck, trailing down his shoulders and collarbones; those marks made him sigh from relief, at least he hadn’t dreamed of it, of him.

Through the mirror, he noticed his hung cassock too. That sight made his mind, already full of the memories from the previous night, give space to all the worries from the consequences of his actions.

Would he have been kicked out of the priestly order?

Imprisoned for having hosted a prisoner again?

Or, even worse, banned from Heaven for being a homosexual?

He stopped in particular on that last worry: after the Revolution, sodomy wasn’t considered a crime for the State anymore, and homosexuality had been finally tolerated, but that wasn’t valid for religion yet.

Not God, not the Pope, not the Vatican. And surely not Heaven, that’s what he had been taught at the Monastery when he was young. Ridiculous, almost shameful.

This made him fill in anger. And then doubting himself: how was it possible that during his whole lifetime, he had been attracted to women, and all of a sudden, he was loving a man so deeply? That meant he wasn’t gay? Attraction to women was just an illusion? Or maybe Ange had brainwashed him with his charm?

The image of his beloved blond man soon appeared and defined in his brain, kicking out every other thought. The priest’s cheeks colored of a light red again, and a giggle spontaneously escaped his lips.

The neighing of horses woke him up again, and made him shake his head, it came from outside. A guest?

He quickly put his cassock on, postponing his needed bath, and stormed outside his room.

The corridor was crowded, as usual, patients wandering and interacting with each other, and then employees, chambermaids, nuns, and guards running around, busy in devotedly working like ants.

But that day, everyone was there to judge him: despite he was checking on everyone around him, and seeing they were minding their own business, he somehow felt observed, at the center of an interrogatory. He could feel guilt build inside him, how could he betray his employees, cheat on his Madeleine, and neglect his activity? The things he was living for, he felt them as if they were worthless to him now.

Now that Ange was gone, his brain had time to reflect: he had thrown away his virginity for a man, yes a man he loved, but that he didn’t know at all. And yet...that night of lovemaking felt as if those two were made for staying together, as if they knew each other forever. The bond was immediate; something that no verse of the Holy Bible, nor the luxurious books of the Marquis, nor even the cheesiest romance novels he had read from times to times, had never explained.

As he walked through the corridors, and briefly bowing his head to the patients and employees, his eyes fell on his own cassock. His body wasn’t the right place for that now meaningless, punitive and suffocating pitch black clothe, not anymore. The tight collar, which had never bothered him since he became an Abbé, was now choking him.

-Abbé.-

A raspy voice called him from behind, bringing him back to real life. The young priest turned around, and briefly swallowed down, lifting his collar a bit more, oh, God, he hoped his hickeys were well hidden, he hadn’t checked at all while getting out of his room. He bowed a bit.

-Good morning, Doctor. I...I hope you had a good rest tonight.- the brunette man told him with a forced lower voice, fearing he could sound too effeminate after what he had done. The old man nodded, his eyes knowing, or at least it seemed so in François’s head.

-I had a pretty good night, thank you for the concern. I hope you had a good night too.- Royer-Collard replied, a little smile forming on his dry lips, François suddenly blushed but didn’t reply, that old man could bet he did, his aching ass was witness.

-It came to my attention that you weren’t present in the chapel this morning. May I ask you why? Feeling sick?- the Doctor asked him, his gaze inquisitive as usual, the Abbé didn’t know how to respond in that moment. The best idea coming in his mind was lying, but he wasn’t able to. He never lied in his life.

-Yeah..I mean no! I’m perfectly fine. I...I just overslept today..- he stuttered, it was the truth, though, even if his hands were sweating and fidgeting from nervousness. Royer-Collard raised an eyebrow, and the young man widened his eyes for a moment, it was official, that man knew something, he had probably heard.

-Are you sure, my friend? You look shabbier than usual, and ill. Your employees reviewed a flawless and perfectionist Director; missing the mass and breakfast isn’t normal for someone like you.- the old man insisted, approaching a bit. -Here, let me check your temperature.- he added, reaching his hand out at his forehead, but François nervously smiled, and stepped back.

-I said I’m fine! Really, thank you for the concern.- he repeated, he really didn’t know what to say, but didn’t want to risk, the man could have seen his marks if he had stepped a bit closer.

But instead Royer-Collard shrugged. Thank God, he hadn’t suspected.

-As you wish.- he concluded, proudly standing in front of him with his puffed chest, and tightly holding his cane; that man was so old, but yet standing up and with the attitude and strength of a youngster. The young priest wondered how he was able to be like that, was it wealth to make people healthier? Maybe it filled their hearts in pride for what they owned and made them feel superior to everyone else. Patients of his age that were in that asylum weren’t that full of life. Or maybe it was him, the Abbé, a technically wealthy noble but used to think like one of the lower class, due to everyone he met in his life during his charity masses and other social activities. “Windbag.” he thought for a moment, annoyed by his sassy attitude.

-Valcour warned me that a couple guests arrived, and they asked for you. Here, let me guide you.- the Doctor added, lifting his cane to literally push him and force him downstairs, his attitude once again dominating. Maybe it was all that happened in that morning that was uncontrollably frustrating the Abbé, or it could be the annoyance of Ange’s disappearance, maybe it was his lover’s influence; but he was starting to run out of tolerance for that old man.

His vex vanished when they entered the main corridor of the asylum, where the entrance door was, noticing the guests waiting for him by chatting with Valcour and Madeleine. He gasped, his eyes filled in tears and his mind totally forgot the politeness and grace of the flawless Abbé that he was, when he started running towards them.

-Lucille!- the young man loudly called, his voice trembling in joy, and let out a whimper when he tightly hugged her, his heart felt welcomed by her warm embrace.

His childhood best friend of a lifetime, Lucille Chagall had always been like an elder sister to him, a reference figure since he was a kid. The little lady got literally invested by the brunette priest, and strongly returned the hug, his tears were wetting her rich dress, and the always excessive laces on it were itching his face.

-My dearest François!- she happily exclaimed, squealing a bit by feeling the floor leaving her feet, he had lifted her a bit while hugging, her shortness let him.

-I missed you a lot, I will not lie to you. I hope I was of no bother when I sent my letters… You know, I was dying of worry since the Revolution started; we haven’t seen each other since then. The could have hurt you, or way worse!- she told him, and pinched her soft cherry lips together, her limpid blue eyes looking at him like every affectionate mom would look at her child. Her words made him scoff, and shake his head, his hand dried his tears in a quick gesture.

-No need to be worried about that. I assure you I was safe and sound, away from harm.- he lied with a smile, he had instead risked a lot too during that hellish decade, and he was still so young. -They could have hurt you as well, but you look gorgeous, a porcelain doll as usual.- he cooed, putting her down, despite she was older than him, her short height, short blond hair, blue eyes and puffy dress made her look like one of those pretty antique dolls his grandma used to have in her bedroom, delicate and untouched.

His gaze moved to the man that was accompanying her; a very tall and muscular man, a proud attitude too, with short curly ginger hair, blue eyes and a light stubble. He had a smile on his face while looking at François.

-See who came back from th’ grave.- the man joked, turning his smile into a little amused grin. The Abbé raised an eyebrow, attentively studying his face, that man was familiar to him, but couldn’t remember where he saw him. Indeed he hesitated a bit, he couldn’t decide whether pretend to remember or keep staring at him like an idiot.

-I, uh...I apologize, I cannot recall who you...- he tried to say, his mind desperately trying to remember, but it seemed that his long term memory had been suddenly emptied. Lucille noticed and giggled, approaching the man and grabbing his arm, looking at him full of love.

-François, dear, let me introduce you monsieur Matthew Jourdain. Matty, this is my greatest friend from childhood, François Simonet de Coulmier.- she happily introduced them, with a big smile on her face; and in the moment when that charming man’s name reached his ears, François gasped.

-Matthew?! Is that you?- the young priest asked, approaching the man even more, wanting to catch every possible detail of his face, for every detail he noticed, a new memory came back to the surface of his brain. -We haven’t seen each other since we ended our path in Monastery! It’s an immense pleasure to see you after so much time, you’re changed a lot!- he then added happily, Matthew giggled, briefly scratching his nape, quite flattered for his words.

-Aye, huh...I left priesthood not so long ago, I wasnae happy with the cassock on, I dedicated myself on my passion, cooking. And then I met this wee lass, deciding she shall become my wife.- The ginger man smiled charmingly, kissing Lucille’s head, making her happily blush. By hearing those words, François widened his eyes, his smile faded. His eyes briefly posed on Lucille, who was talking to the ginger man, but thoughts muffled her words: how could she, his lifetime best friend and former fiancée, marry someone else? Their families organized the perfect wedding for them, when they would have reached adulthood.

His mind returned back rational for a second; their roads parted when the Revolution started, he didn’t even turn ten yet, and she was slightly older. Both were nobles, there was no certainty that they would have survived, people had been craving royal blood on their hands and weapons for ten years: it was a miracle that she was alive, since Matthew ans him had been shielded by the Monastery where they had been trained for years.

Yet, a deep and erosive feeling of betrayal build in his guts, as if he had just been cheated on a woman he never met on the altar to make her his wife. Or rather, as if the lifetime best friend who never left his side, disappeared.

-Abbé? Are ye okay?- Matthew asked worriedly, a hand resting on his shoulder. The Abbé shook his head and cleared his throat, heavily blushing in embarrassment.

-Oh, yes, I’m sorry. I was...lost in thought.- the brunette man absently mumbled, briefly studying their faces; they visited him for another purpose. He took a deep breath and built the best smile he could on his lips, burying deep his feeling of betrayal, and deciding to ignore it.

-I’m so glad you two found happiness together. Please, accept a cup of tea, or coffee if you want, be my guests.-

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The blonde nurse placed a porcelain teapot on the table, now empty, after having served some tea to the two men, and sat next to her husband, she had refused the service of the chambermaids. The young priest let out a little smile at seeing her, she kept her grace through the years, as if her job and the Revolution didn’t touch her at all.

François was obviously agitated, his breath was quicker and his eyes stuck on his fingers, nervously pulling little pieces of skin, he hadn’t drank a sip of his tea, which was slowly turning cold. That condition of his pained the couple, Lucille knew why he was like that.

-I know what are you thinking.- she suddenly spoke, catching her friend’s attention in a matter of a second. Her hand covered by a silky white glove moved from Matthew’s knee to reach François’s hand, caressing it. -We’re here to help you, and won’t leave you alone.- she then softly added with a sweet smile. The young priest’s eyes got slightly wet, and looked down again, staring at the bottom of his tea cup.

-I’m so confused, Lucille...it’s been months that a thousand doubts torture my soul, I can’t take it anymore! I don’t even know if I still deserve this cassock.- he admitted, clenching his collar in a fist as his other hand squeezed the nurse’s, a couple chocolate curls falling on his forehead and ruining his perfectly combed hairstyle. Matthew felt personally involved in this piece of conversation, and placed his tea cup on the table.

-Listen, doubts are usual for someone like ye, ‘n’ like me. We both had endured a heavily badgering ‘n’ manipulative training in Monastery. They monks had taken away oor freedom, fur everything. ‘n’ we didnae deserve it.- the ginger man explained, with a comprehensive and kind smile. -Ye can get rid of th’ cassock. As I did.- he then added, trying to give him some hope.

François temporarily ignored the odd accent that man had while speaking French, an accent he never heard from him during their years in Monastery. He shook his head and eyed him.

-That’s the point, Matthew, I… I don’t want to get rid of the cassock. I love my job, and I love priesthood, it makes me feel so close to God, so protected.- the Abbé protested, pulling back his hand from Lucille’s and holding tight his cassock, as if someone wanted to take it away from him. Suddenly, Matthew’s soft gaze turned into a frown, his eyebrow lifted.

-Protected from what?- he asked, inquisitive. That question immediately emptied François’s head from any other reply of defense he wanted to let out, and another doubt was added. From what he wanted to be protected from, by the loving yet cumbersome Holy graces?

The dark-haired boy brought his nails at his mouth, chewing them as he thought of an answer, but his thoughts stopped when he heard the door of his office being knocked. Valcour opened that door a bit, and peeked his head to look at his chief, apologetically bowing.

-My apologies for having interrupted, Abbé. The professor Martin Francœur has just arrived.- the man timidly and politely announced, Lucille smiled.

-Wonderful! Thanks, monsieur, let my friend in, we were impatiently waiting for him.- she joyfully beamed, François gasped and quickly adjusted himself, his cheeks turning a bright red, his beloved rascal finally back to him!

His shiny and hopeful gaze turned off when he saw the lonely figure of a chubby short man with light brown hair, tied up in a low ponytail, and a massive moustache, his eyes black and almond-shaped, get in the room, taking off his hat and sighing, visibly worried.

-Good day to everyone...- he saluted, looking down as if he had no courage to face the others.

Matthew and Lucille were surprised too, and looked at each other, the ginger man cupping his wife’s cheek and briefly caressing it to reassure her, she looked at Martin.

-Good day to you, Professor. Where...where’s my brother?- the nurse asked, trying to sound as calm as possible to not alarm the Abbé even more, he was concerned enough already.

The Professor took a deep and long breath, and finally managed to look up at her.

-He escaped again.-

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hi love your writing!! could i request a comfort imagine where reader has bad insomnia and has trouble getting to sleep and staying asleep with commodus, arthur, and joe ?? thanks so much :D !

Hi ! Thanks for your request and your kind words! It was pretty inspiring since I have a bit of insomnia as well lately and they are my comfort characters😊 (also caught covid in the meantime)

As you will notice, I only posted the part of Commodus for now, the main reason being I'd like to take more time for Arthur and Joe since I haven't written them in a while and I'm less familiar with them than I am with Commodus. So, do check this often you will have updates with there parts <3

Commodus

It was the middle of the night, closer to dawn actually. It had been a sleepless night again for Commodus. He had been working on his next plan to tackle poverty in Rome, he hadn’t seen the hours pass by and had been too focused to think of sleeping. Now that his problem was solved, he headed back to your chambers, an oil lamp in one hand and a draft paper of his in the other, reading it as he walked through the dark and fresh corridors of your villa in Ostia. He had expected to find you deeply asleep as he entered your chambers as quietly as he could, but he quickly noticed you turning over again and again in the sheets.

“Y/N?” he asked, putting his paper aside and placing the lamp in the nightstand “Are you feeling unwell?” he sat on the bed, putting his hand your shoulder as you turned around to face him. It was obvious by the look on your face and the bags beneath your eyes that you were tired.

“I can’t really sleep…when you are not here with me..” You sighed, taking his hand and kissing his palm. You had suffered from insomnia for many years, it had thankfully stopped when you married him and yet each time he ended up falling asleep in his study, you wouldn’t be able to find sleep once again.

“Why is that? Usually, you hardly have any trouble to fall asleep.” He asked, as always, he was very observative, especially of those closest to him.

“I just…ended up worrying. About things.” You answered, looking down and blushing in embarrassment.

“What worries you? You know you can speak to me freely Y/N.” he answered, looking at you intensely, his thumb caressing your cheek. Commodus was a man who didn’t like to be kept in ignorance; besides he had some remains of his past paranoia.

“About you, my love.” You admitted with a sigh. “I see you working so hard and yet men conspire just for power and not for the good of our people...” you murmured, you always were and always will be his first support. The young emperor smiled, taking off his shoes and then his tunic to join you in bed, pulling you into the most comforting hug.

“It has been more than a year since the last attempt against me has been committed. The traitors have been punished; the greedy senators replaced by true men of the people. The people love me like a god. You have nothing to worry about, my love.” He explained calmly with an amused smile, he had everything to feel invincible lately. He chuckled “I remember the time when I was the one having insomnia. My sister dealt with it by giving me all sorts of potions while you did what I truly needed, loved me…listened to me.” His hand gently stroked your arm, a way to lull you to sleep.

“I don’t want to waste y-…” you tried to protest, not wanting to feel like a weight.

“You don’t. Rome may seem to be the most important to my eyes but that is not true. You are Y/N. I would put an end to everything for you.” He cut you off, the hint of madness was never far from him. “You are part of my dream, A dream that I don’t want to cease. All is done for the good of our people and for us.” He cupped your face to make you look at him in the eyes “I want you to rule by my side forever, as Emperors of Rome or Emperors of our life together.” He said passionately, capturing your lips for a kiss, so strong that it could only make your worries vanish away. “I promise you Y/N I won’t leave you to sleep alone again.” He murmured, he felt truly honored to have this peaceful effect on your mind and he would cherish it. Slowly you closed your eyes, yes, how much better you felt now that he was here with you.

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Little Neighbor | Arthur Fleck & Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Flutter First Met

Summary : The first met with your neighbor Arthur.

Word count : 1.4k

You let out a little sigh from your mouth as You was in the elevator as seem ready to go to the building you lived in

Arthur was your neighbor from two weeks but you never talked to him or met him, You was so busy with your things since you started living in Gotham

The both of you was standing in the electricity but his eyes on you

"You seem new here?" - He begged as he was eyeing you carefully

"Excuse me?" - You asked him calmly as looked at him after waking up from your thoughts

"I mean, yeah, you do seem new here." - He explained as stated clearly

"You are my new neighbor, right?" - He added as he was still looking at you with his pale face

"Yeah I'm here from two weeks" - You replied shortly as seem a little bit shy

"You're a very quiet person. I like that in a person." - He said as he was smiling a little but his white face made it a little bit off puting

And your nod to his words made him feel curious about you because he liked people calm and peaceful like you

"My name is Arthur Fleck it's a pleasure to meet you." - He said to you as held out a pale hand for you to shake

"It's pleasure to you but I don't touch" - You replied politely as waved to him and smiled

"That's fine, anyway are you busy right now?" - He asked you clearly and was just nodding with his head

"No I'm not busy now, Need something?" - You asked him calmly and your word made him smiling

"Would you mind doing a little of chit chat with your new neighbor?" - He replied as sighed as he was trying to talk to you more

"Yeah it would be good since the electricity still working" - You explained calmly and smiled back

"That's good then. I mean, this is an awkward time to become neighbors." - He stated as the lights were still on in this part of town - "So how's your life been? Are you moving here with anyone?" He asked you curiously and was still nodding.

"No I'm alone but my aunt will visit me soon" - You replied calmly and he can noticed honestly in your voice

"I'm also alone. It's just me and my mom." - He whispered softly as he sighed as he was finally finding common ground with you.

You can feel some sadness in the tone of his voice but you decided to not ask him

"So what's your name young lady?" - He asked you but his face was still pale.

"I'm Y/N" - You replied politely as smiling friendly

"That's a beautiful name. It suit you." - He admitted as he was showing a little bit of charm.

He was taking his chance right now to maybe befriend you or hopefully to romance, there's something about you was dropping him to you

And you can feel it too about him he seem so gentle and a man with golden heart but locked and hiding in darkness like a treasure

"I'm going to ask you an awkward question. Would you like to be my friend?" - He asked you as his shiny face was showing a little bit of hope

The both of you was enjoying the silent moment together but still, he was hoping for an answer from you.

"Sound Great" - You replied calmly to him and smiled friendly and you seem comfortable with him

"That's good to hear." - He replied as his face became happy and seem more shiny to you

The light flickered slightly as the both of you was smiling at each other, the silence was a little bit of a weird but still enjoyable moment for both of you as he can studying you and see everything about you

"Would it be wrong if I ask you another awkward question?" - He asked you politely with his white, pale face.

"No it's okay go ahead" - You replied politely, trying to convince him to be completely comfortable

"If you don't mind me asking do you have a boyfriend?" - He asked you as his face turned into a little bit of a disappointment.

He was hoping but he is not that lucky - "You are quite young right? I can tell you're not married or anything right?" - He added as he was trying to see if he have a chance with you.

"Honestly I'm single you know It's hard to live in city like Gotham and it's so hard to find a good man here" - You explained calmly as remembering the rumors about the criminals of Gotham and how everyone can be under control

"Yeah, I mean, Gotham's not a nice place and I completely understand." - Arthur replied as he was still nodding to your words showing how wisdom you are

Then he smiled at you. - "Will it be weird if I ask you one last question?" - He asked you as his curiously face was still waiting for your response

You nodded silently to him allowing him to asking you, you still seem so shy to him and he liked that soft side of you

"Do you mind if we chat somewhere more private?" - Arthur asked you nervously but he was trying to be friendly but you can noticed his nervously

"I mean my house or something. Maybe my mother is home, we could have some snacks." - Arthur added as chuckled as he was rubbing the back of his head by his hand

"It would be great thing to do but it's better to be next time" - You explained calmly and trying to be polite with him

"It's morning and you know everyone had work to get money and live" - You added softly

"Oh, that's ok. I understand. It's kind of a busy day for everyone." - Arthur replied politely as he was nodding with his head to you

Then he sighed with a little bit of disappointment as noticed the elevator doors opened to make the both of you realize it's time to back in reality

"Well, I guess we should go our own ways now. See you around neighbor." - Arthur explained as he seemed like he has something else to say but he just smiled and waved at you.

"See you next time little Neighbor" - You replied as waved to him back and started walking outside the elevator

You called him a little neighbor because the way his eyes was looking at you like a little child inside his soul and his expression showing innocence and gentle heart

That golden heart you're curious to find..

Arthur was quite disappointed with that reply, but still, he was happy since he made a little friendship with someone like you in his place

He smiled at you one last time before the both of you went your ways and disappeared from his eyes by walking away

Arthur went back into his own apartment as he was feeling disappointed now.

Not just because you didn't agree with him and refused his request. It's because he is now thinking about how lonely this world is and how he has no luck in love or a companion for himself

He just walked slowly and sit on his bed and looked at the ceiling silently for a few seconds

"Why does life have to treat me like this. No one even notice me." - Arthur mumbled to himself as he sighed softly

But then he remembered your words to him and it's made him started smiling with himself It made him actually feel like there was someone like you in this world who cared for him and was his new friend

Even if it wasn't in the romantic way. Arthur actually liked being cared for as He was now laying on his bed again and smiling softly and remembering you

He would love to be your friend..your boyfriend..your comedian...your arthur and especially..your

Little Neighbor

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Hello :3

Pretty please could you write a Napoleon x reader

Where napoleon gets freaky with reader under the table, like in the movie ;3

Thank you so much, :D

Under The Table || Napoléon Bonaparte x reader

A/n : Hello pumpkin ! I'm so grateful for your request because since I've watched the movie I just wanted to write a fic about it so thank you ! 🍨

A/n 2 : As you may know I'm French and I live about 20 min from the Castle of Rueil-Malmaison ( yeah that's a flew lol look at that ) I decided to write the 2 dialogues in French but the translation will follow right after don't y'all worry 😂

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, sex under the table, kinda exhibitionism, oral!reader receiver, penetrative sex, cream pie, implicit bathtub sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 917

Sitting a the banket table, finishing the divine meal you just had, with a good dessert, you couldn't help but feel an intense gaze on you

Dipping your spoon in your chocolate mousse once more, you made sure it was full before bringing it back to your lips, still feeling that same lingering gaze following your every move

As you turn the spoon in your mouth, you couldn't help but keep staring everywhere in the room, everywhere but at him. It was just the power he seemed to have over you, even after all those years

Licking the back of the spoon clean, you heard him groan under his breath at the other side of the table

Finally gathering enough courage to look up, you could see him biting on his lip, he wanted you, there was no doubt about it. It was as if the whole night you had spent having sex wasn’t enough for to sat his appetite

He blinks oh so slowly, squinting his eyes at you as he manages to looks even more intently at you, and you know exactly was is going to happen after

You knew that he was man to take what he wanted without needed for permission, but he rendered you nevertheless speechless when he slipped down his chair and under the table, making his way towards you on all four

You swallowed nervously knowing very well that the maître d’hôtel was still in the dining room, and also very aware of what was about to unfold, even if he didn’t show it. Though his job asked for it, he didn’t bat an eyelash, standing up straight, staring at the wall in front of him, waiting for an order from the master or mistress of the house

Now that he was in front of you, his hands came to strongly rest on your knees before pushing them open, revealing your most intimate parts to him

He then quickly pushed the fabrics that needed to be pushed and removed the cloth that was blocking access to his 2nd dessert

You heard him groan again as he glanced at your arousal, he didn’t need anymore second to feel the need to devour you completely

That’s how he started eating you out, sucking at your flesh and drinking every juices your body was eager to give him. Meanwhile your face was bright red as you did your best to cover any moans from the waiter’s ears

You also breathed out when after some time of receiving oral you didn’t feel anything itch, for once the Cosican man didn’t eat anything spicy - maybe he had this in mind all along

On the other hand, you can feel how forcefully his tongue pushes against your intimacy, as if he were hungry, hungry for you

Though after eating it like that, he starts feeling himself throb in his pants, his balls tightening in a way that screams his need to cum soon. He is not the type to be able to cum from only giving an oral, but he is clearly the type that goes feral while or after giving one. His cock needs the stimulation of your pulsing walls now

He doesn’t bother to know if you came from his oral ministrations or not, you’re going to cum around his cock anyways

His hands seizes your hips and with a swift pull he brings you under the table with him, before lying you on the cold white tiled floor

“Dehors !” he screams at the man that was still in the room, his voice booming against the walls of the dining room of his Castle of Rueil-Malmaison. The latter didn’t need anything more, before almost zooming out the room ( “Out !” )

Now that he has you all to himself, Napoléon doesn’t waste any more time in taking off his waistcoat for greater range of motion

Before you know it his cock is pushing past your tight hole, until he is fully sheathed inside you

If you ask for time to adjust to his size, he won’t stay still, though he will move his hips way more carefully than he would have if you didn’t ask

But after a moment, he just unleashes his full wrath and passion, snapping his hips against yours, his mouth nipping at your tender flesh as his movements stay relentless

His obsessive passion for you is emanating through every actions he makes, and at this point he is fucking you so hard, that you know you’re back is going to hurt a little bit after

Even with the great amount of stamina he has, your husband is like every other man and after something like 20 minutes of hard fucking, and having you climax and milk his throbbing member, he is on the verge of ecstasy

The room, once filled with the rhythmic sounds of flesh against flesh now quiets, as his hips now pushed flush against yours stills, as he comes and pours his semen inside you, the only thing that can be heard now is your heavy breathings and the pounding of your hearts in your ears

He kisses your lips once more, as if his mouth didn't spend the past moments stuck on it before speaking with a still husky voice "Allons dans la baignoire, ma Chère, mmh ? J'ai l'impression que nous avons des affaires à régler là-bas" ( “Let’s take you to the bathtub my Dear, mmh ? I feel like we have some unfinished business to attend over there” )

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seal-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Hey! I absolutely love your writing it gives me life 🫶! Could you write something with Johnny from Cmon Cmon he is so gentle, fluffy or smutty do what makes you comfortable

tea prompts – Johnny (“C’mon C’mon”)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mostly fluff, some light angst if you squint

Summary: All in the title!

A/N: Thank you so much, that’s very kind of you to say! Of course I could, Johnny’s the sweetest and deserves everything. I also have a long fic about him in the works, but it’s still in the depths of WIPdom, so no promises for now. Prompts are taken from here, you know the drill. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

By the time you wake up, Johnny’s already in the kitchen – making a simple breakfast for the both of you, a sleepy look on his face. You’re never able to resist wrapping your arms around his waist, trailing long, lingering kisses along the side of his neck. There’s this silent tenderness hanging in the air, no words are needed.

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

Two words: physical touch. He's not even consciously aware of it, but once Johnny gets a taste of it from you he can’t get enough. How you mess with his hair so casually and with so much love, telling him he has beautiful curls. How you press sweet, playful kisses to the tip of his nose and lighter ones to his shoulders. How you grab his hand at every opportunity, for no other reason than being close to him. Just thinking about it warms Johnny’s heart.

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

Because of his job and general way of life, Johnny’s sleep schedule is pretty flexible. As long as he gets his eight hours, he’s okay with sleeping at any time of the day in any time zone. He’d have no problem with adjusting, even if you didn’t insist on it.

That said, Johnny likes to sleep in whenever he has an opportunity. It’s nice and comfortable, and with you by his side it’s an absolute heaven.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Johnny’s great at talking – that’s his job, after all. But for the reasons unclear to him and him only, Johnny can’t ever put this skill to good use whenever he’s around you. After all, you’re so wonderful and sweet, you’re the best person he knows – and that's exactly what makes him nervous about his own flaws, heightens his anxiety. Surely you’ll see them too, right? Surely you’ll know better. It’s never been any other way.

So Johnny would just hang out with you a lot and give you these lovesick, longing looks until you – somehow, miraculously - get the hint. Or until he finally gets the courage to ask you out without, in his mind, making a complete fool out of himself. Either way, please give him time, he’s trying his best.

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

Soft and tender; Johnny likes to take his time with them. His favorite type of kisses to receive is those gentle, tired ones after you come home from work. You’re absolutely exhausted and you still take the time and effort just to show him affection? He’s in love.

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Johnny’s not a possessive person. If he ever feet like you’re pulling away, he’d simply let you. Would it crush him? Absolutely. But since he can’t force you to love him back, so be it, even if it destroys him inside.

If only he could understand that he’d never need to force you. For you, loving him is the easiest, most natural thing in the world.

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

For him, true love is in the little things you share. Inside jokes. Cooking together. Shared vulnerability – he’s still rusty with open communication, but he tries his best for you. There’s no doubt in your mind that he wants this to last; it truly doesn’t get more romantic than that.

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

Above all, Johnny wants to find someone who understands him. For him, being seen, being truly known and loved anyway is a luxury not many people have. It’s something he wishes for desperately.

When he tries to explain it to you, rambling in a half-awake state, you get it immediately – yet it breaks your heart at the same time. You don’t love him in spite of knowing who he really is, you love him because you know who he really is - it’s one thing that’s never going to change.

You tell him just that. And that’s when Johnny hugs you tight, if only to hide how close he is to crying. Somehow, despite everything, he managed to find this understanding, to find you.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

He knew right away. Johnny’s always been a romantic at heart, but holding onto that got harder for him with time. Love at the first sight is reserved for cheesy movies; the real world simply isn’t like that. The relationships, even the most meaningful ones, aren’t like that. Everything is messy, everything is hard and everything needs lots of effort to work out.

And then Johnny talks to you one day and realizes that he never wants to let you go. Maybe this will be hard later, he thinks. Maybe this will take lots of effort to work out too. But it’s something that will definitely, absolutely be worth it.

That’s when he knew.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

Johnny would simply ask you to marry him when the both of you are at your most comfortable. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t spend a lot of time overthinking the whole concept, but in the end his love for you outweighs his natural nervousness. Life is short and Johnny can’t imagine it without you - not when he knows what it’s like to be with you.

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

Honestly, the life itself does all the spicing up for him. Johnny craves stability, something to fall back on whenever the times get tough – something he feels like he can never get. He’s grateful for what the two of you already have, he wouldn’t want to mess it up by accident.

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

When Johnny has to travel, whether it’s to work on his various projects or to visit Viv and Jesse, he loves to bring you along. For him, it’s a great way of inviting you into his world – seeing unfamiliar places and giving a new meaning to the familiar ones.

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o?

Despite what he might tell you, Johnny’s great at comforting people and he takes extra care when he’s comforting you. Offering you a shoulder to cry on. Hearing you out, no matter how long it’s taking or how busy he is. Simply hugging you. Those hugs alone are enough to put you at ease – with Johnny’s support, you feel like you can get through anything.

He’s also panicking and absolutely losing it the whole time, but you’d never guess it just by looking at him.

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

Let’s just say Johnny knows what he’s talking about. He’s a bit older, so he’s been in a number of relationships over the years: a lot of memories, a lot of heartbreak. It doesn’t discourage him, though. Your presence in his life is enough of a proof that love is real.

And also it’s a proof that maybe he deserves this love too, no matter how much of a mess he is.

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

Johnny isn't dead-set on having kids. He's still nervous about screwing them up somehow, despite your continuous insistence that he’s great with children. Above all, he simply wants to be by your side; in his eyes, as long as you have your little family, however it may look, everything is going to be all right.

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Late night conversations. For Johnny, it's everything he's ever wanted from a relationship: feeling safe enough to bare his soul and accepting you as you are in return.

Both of you know that neither of you are perfect, but it doesn’t matter. After all, who needs perfection as long as you have love?

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Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader 💗 CHAPTER 10

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: This chapter contains mugging, memory loss, traumatic brain injury. This fic as a whole contains sex, language, violence, mental illness.

Word Count: 3164

Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Author’s Note: I’m back! Obviously, it took me sooo long to figure out how to write this next chapter, but I finally got it together. I really appreciate your patience in the meantime & hope you enjoy reading it. The plan is to post more regularly soon (Chapter 11 is almost done).

“Makeup is an art,” Chantelle and Tina had explained to you the night before. “Think of your face as a canvas.”

Despite all their well-intentioned beauty coaching, the cold, hard truth was you still had no idea what the hell you were doing - you couldn’t even keep the differences between moisturizer, foundation and concealer straight in your brain. And after twenty minutes of attempting to “paint” your face like the natural-born Rembrandt they were convinced you were, you’d stared back at your reflection in the mirror and decided you looked like a clown…and not in a sexy-Arthur-Fleck kinda way.

Exasperated, you’d washed everything off, opting instead for a tiny bit of mascara, lip gloss and powder.

But then there was the issue of your hair. You’d burned your fingers on Tina’s flat iron before managing to get things somewhat under control. But as soon as you stepped out onto the street the rain began to fall, causing your already-unruly mane to frizz up completely by the time you reached the subway.

Chantelle’s handpicked outfit, however, remained the only unblemished element of tonight's ensemble: her tight-fitting angora sweater did things for your non-existent cleavage you’d never imagined possible. You’d be sure to thank her profusely later…even though she thought you were going out with someone else tonight.

You’d never cared how you looked in front of a guy before…but Arthur Fleck wasn’t just a guy. To say he’d gotten under your skin was, perhaps, the understatement of your life: you were becoming crazy about the man.

You didn't know how you were going to survive this date. You could barely hold it together in Arthur’s presence without wanting to reach out and smother him with affection, and the kiss between you earlier today had only solidified your deepest desires. You wanted Arthur in so many ways…ways you didn’t even understand yet. It reminded you of the first time you’d ever rode the Giant Dipper at Amusement Mile: the sensation of your stomach flying up into your throat as you went over that first terrifying drop…a disconcerting mix of fear and exhilaration. Was this what being in love felt like?

***

The bouncer at Pogo’s frowned as you handed him your ID.

“Are you…um…are you alright, miss?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

You were thrown off by the question. “Of course. Why?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…have you looked in a mirror recently?”

You shook your head. The jerk was actually making fun of how bad your hair and makeup had turned out. People in this city really didn’t know how to act.

“Wow, you’re hilarious,” you rolled your eyes at him, snatching back your ID. “Can I please go inside now? My friend’s about to go on.”

You pushed past the rude bouncer and entered the club, scanning the room feverishly for an empty seat. Spotting one parallel to the center of the stage, your eyes lit up and you rushed over to claim it. As you sat down, a strange chill ran up your spine as you slowly began to realize: everyone was staring at you. Faces of concern and mockery swam around you, and you weren’t sure why.

Oh shit, you thought. Do I have something on my face?

Unfortunately, you hadn’t brought a compact mirror (Tina and Chantelle had given you a five minute lecture on the importance of always carrying on in your purse), so you couldn’t check. And you couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom because then you’d lose your seat. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, then glanced at your watch and saw the glass was cracked.

Weird. You hadn’t remembered smashing it against anything on the way over.

Your concerns about your appearance, however, were quickly dissolved as the current act wrapped and the emcee took the mic.

“This next comic describes himself as a lifelong Gotham resident who from a young age was told that ‘his purpose in life was to bring laughter and joy into this cold, dark world.’ Umm. Okay? Please help me welcome Arthur Fleck!”

You applauded along with the rest of the half-faded crowd as relief washed over you. Thank God you hadn’t missed him. As Arthur took the stage, your heart began to throb again. There were simply simply no words to describe how incredible he looked tonight. His red vest. The crisp, white button-down shirt underneath it. The matching slacks.

And his hair. His hair.

You were certain his hair was going to be the death of you. How was it possible that you and that gorgeous hair inhabited the same planet without the entire world imploding?

Arthur squinted out at the crowd before speaking. You knew he was searching for you, needing to see you in the audience, needing to know you were there for him. And you were. When the two of you locked eyes, he smiled. You smiled back at him and everything else fell away. It was you and Arthur again. And nothing else in this cold, dark world mattered.

You didn’t care that Arthur had a laughing episode at the beginning of his act. You didn’t care that basically all his jokes fell flat, either. You didn’t care about any of that. All you cared about was how proud you were of him. So proud, you felt like you could burst into a million pieces.

When he finished his set, you leapt to your feet, clapping and screaming. Arthur blushed from the stage, embarrassed…and pleased. Everyone was staring at you, then back at Arthur, then back at you in dazed confusion. Two weirdo peas in a pod…and proud.

“We’re gonna take a short break,” the emcee announced.

A moment later, you and Arthur found each other at the back of the club.

“You were amazing, Arthur!” you exclaimed as you threw your arms around him.

“I'm so glad you came tonight…” he hummed into your ear. Of course, your depraved mind twisted the meaning of those two words in your head, and you found yourself having to stifle a blushing smile. You felt your body quaver with excitement at being next to him once again.

“Wait a minute…” Arthur pulled back to look at you, shock and concern flooding his face.

“Y/N, what…what happened to you?”

You blinked. “What? Nothing happened to me.”

“You’re…you’re hurt.” Arthur looked you up and down, then lifted your hands to eye-level. Bruises in the shape of what looked like fingers and fingertips lined the insides of your wrists. You frowned at the sight, utterly confused.

“Y/N, who…who did this to you?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted. “I mean…I have a slight headache, but, y’know, it’s probably just the rain.”

“Y/N, look at me. Tell me what happened. Can you remember?”

It took a minute for your brain to register Arthur’s question, which you realized was a little strange.

“Well,” you inhaled, trying hard to formulate your thoughts. “I got on the subway…I know that. And I took it all the way to…well, whatever this stop was near here, you know? And then I got off the train and went up the stairs…and then…” you looked up into Arthur’s beautiful eyes. “And then I was here. Watching you perform for the very first time. And I’m so proud of you, Arthur!” you squealed as if you’d seen him for the first time tonight all over again.

“You don’t remember anything else? You must have hit your head.”

“I'm fine!”

“Y/N,” Arthur’s worried eyes blinked at you. “I don’t think you are. I think I need to take you to the hospital.”

“But it’s our big date!” you wailed. “I got all dressed up and everything!”

At that moment, a few Wall Street bro types brushed past and snickered at Arthur.

“Nice set, freak. In case you didn’t get the memo: you’re supposed to tell the jokes and the audience is supposed to laugh…not the other way around.”

"He has a laughing condition, you assholes!" you snarled at them without hesitation.

To everyone’s surprise, the bros paused, thrown off by the fact you’d called them out.

“Sorry…” Arthur interjected, glancing at the dudes apologetically. “She’s…she’s not feeling well.”

Arthur shot you a desperate please-shut-your-mouth-before-you-get-us-both-killed look, but you could see there was a tiny, triumphant smile curling up his lips underneath it. Still, the words were flying out of your mouth and there wasn’t much you could do to stop them.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” you continued loudly, glowering at them. “Maybe if assholes would shut their fat faces and stop acting ignorant, I’d feel better.”

“Okay, you’re coming with me now!” Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders and scooted you towards the door. You looked over your shoulder to see them staring after you, dumbfounded. The sight of it made you laugh.

“Y/N,” Arthur pulled you into him as soon as you were outside. “I’m taking you to Gotham Hospital. We’ve gotta get you checked out.”

“No, Arthur!” you protested. You didn’t exactly know why you were so opposed to the idea, but your first instinct was to protest.

“Y/N, please. Please? Just do it for me. Just so I know you’re okay.”

“I’m worried about you,” he emphasized.

“I’m fine!”

“Okay.”

You’d switched it up so quickly, Arthur blinked in disbelief. He cleared his throat, nodding.

“Uh…okay. Good. Let’s go.”

“This is not where I expected to end up tonight,” you lamented. Arthur sat next to you, a clipboard given to him by the nurse at the front desk in his lap. He was trying to fill out your paperwork for you.

“Um. Your last name is…L/N right?”

“Yeah” You smiled at him. “How’d you know?”

Arthur blushed. “I…might have looked at your timecard. I was…curious about you. This was before…you know…we became...closer.”

“That’s so sweet! I looked at your timecard, too!”

Arthur stifled a laugh. “What’s your date of birth?”

He patiently wrote in all the answers and brought the completed forms back up to the desk.

“I’m surprised there aren’t more people here,” you observed, looking around at the handful of other patients. “It is a Friday night, after all.”

“It’s only ten o’clock,” Arthur reasoned. “My guess is things get crazier out there in a couple hours or so.”

“I feel like things are flying out of my mouth tonight without any filter,” you blurted. “And I’m not even that angry.”

“I feel like they are, too,” Arthur agreed. “But, that’s okay. I’m glad you agreed to come here. I’m…I’m still worried about you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning in. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Arthur looked a little startled, but he nodded.

“How do you get your hair to look so good all the time?”

Arthur’s eyebrows arched and he laughed.

“I'm serious!”

“No…I'm sorry,” he demurred, looking down at the tile floor. “It's just that nobody’s ever said that to me before.”

“Nobody ever said your hair looks incredible?” you asked. “Like it's the most gorgeous hair in the world? Nobody ever approached you to do shampoo commercials?”

“Maybe that's my true calling,” he joked.

“What shampoo do you use?”

"That's a personal question," Arthur teased as the door to the back of the ER swung open.

“L/N? F/N L/N?” the nurse called out.

You leapt to your feet. “Oh! That’s me.”

“Do you want me to wait here?” Arthur asked.

“Are you kidding?” You extended your hand and pulled him up. “Of course I want you to come. You’re my emotional support clown.”

After weighing you, taking your blood pressure, asking if you had any allergies to any medications and all the other boring details that entailed a medical visit, the nurse set you up in an examination room and read through your paperwork, pursing her lips as she centered in on the handwritten scrawl (Arthur’s handwriting of course) that explained why you’d come to the ER in the first place.

“It says here you…think you hit your head?”

“He thinks I hit my head,” you clarified, jerking said head towards Arthur. “I’m still not sure. There’s a big gap in my memory from tonight and I don’t know why.”

“There are bruises on her arms,” Arthur added. “She came to meet me and she looked…disheveled. Like someone had…”

He paused. The nurse looked you up and down.

“You don’t remember what happened to cause the bruises?”

You shrugged. “I can be clumsy sometimes.”

“You’re not…that clumsy,” Arthur murmured under his breath. “I mean,” he looked up at the nurse. “She’s a dancer. She’s…one of the most graceful people I’ve ever seen.”

“Arthur, that is so sweet!” you exclaimed.

The nurse shot you both a skeptical look, then smiled. “Your husband obviously cares for you a great deal.”

“Oh,” Arthur blushed. “I’m…not her-”

“Yes, he’s a wonderful husband!” you interjected, flashing him a slightly maniacal smile. “So protective of me. I couldn’t ask for a better one.”

“It sounds like you might have taken a fall,” the nurse continued, jotting down a few notes on your chart. “But the bruises on your wrists do look like they were caused by someone else’s hands.”

“My watch is broken, too,” you blurted.

“I’m wondering if maybe you were mugged. It happens to women in Gotham all the time, unfortunately.”

“But I still have all my money,” you pointed out, opening up your purse to show off your untouched wallet.

“Maybe you fought them off,” Arthur suggested. It wasn’t a completely outlandish notion. You were known to bring out the feistiness if the wrong people pushed your buttons.

“In any case, we’ll run some tests to check for concussion and other injuries.”

The nurse opened a drawer and handed you a light blue paper robe. “You can put this on. I’ll inform the doctor and he’ll check you over.”

“Thank you,” Arthur said.

“Of course. He should be by in just a minute.”

“What a nice lady,” you said to Arthur after she left you alone. “Don’t always meet people like that around here.”

“Very nice,” Arthur agreed. He cleared his throat. “Um…do you want me to leave, or…turn around while you get changed?”

You blinked, the reality of everything that had happened tonight finally hitting you.

“I just can’t believe this is how tonight turned out.”

“What do you mean?” Arthur asked softly.

“I had a whole outfit planned, Arthur! And my hair and makeup. I wanted to impress you and look beautiful for you tonight.”

“Y/N…” Arthur stood up to face you. “You are beautiful. No matter what. All I care about is that you’re okay.”

You sighed, moved by his sweet words, but you still felt utterly crestfallen and defeated. “I ruined our first date. And your big stand-up debut. I wanted tonight to be perfect so bad…”

“You didn’t ruin it,” Arthur interrupted. “I…” he paused. “Of course I wish none of this had happened to you. This city is…awful. In so many ways.” He paused, taking your hand into his. “But…I just love being with you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, as long as we’re together.”

You wanted to kiss him again, but suddenly the door flew open and a man in a white coat suddenly stood before you both.

“I hear somebody got banged up tonight.”

“My guess is you got mugged. Maybe the muggers chickened out before they could actually…you know…mug you. It does look like you’ve got a concussion.”

Dr. White’s bedside manner was on the complete other end of the spectrum of your nice nurse’s from a few minutes before, but you’d come to expect that from men with MDs. After performing the perfunctory tests of shining a light in your eyes, examining your body for additional trauma or bruising (none was found) and asking you a few routine questions, he announced his evaluation:

“What can you do for that?”Arthur asked, concerned.

The doctor snorted at what he obviously deemed a dumb question. “Not much. Just wait it out. Don’t go to sleep for a while.”

“What happens if I fall asleep?” you asked.

“You could die.”

“Oh.”

“Your brain’ll heal itself,” the doctor continued. “Might take a little time. Just try to take it easy and don’t be in places where this could happen to you again.”

“You mean the entire city?” you asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. You knew what he meant, but the slight insinuation that getting mugged was somehow your fault didn’t sit great with you.

“What can I say?” Dr. White shook his head and shrugged. “Welcome to Gotham.”

“I’ve lived here all my life,” you informed him dryly. “Gotham’s a jungle.”

“Then welcome to the jungle.”

“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked in the lobby of the hospital. It was past midnight. “There’s a diner down the street people seem to like.” He paused. “That is…if it’s not too late for you.”

The way you saw it, you’d stay up all night with Arthur if he’d have you.

“Let’s go to the diner. I could really go for a cheeseburger."

Arthur laughed. “Okay.”

The rain had stopped and the air outside felt crisp and freshly-washed. For a brief moment, it made you forget that the garbage strike in Gotham had just entered its seventh week.

You and Arthur moved through the crowded sidewalk together, stumbling through the endless obstacles of people and garbage. A startling headline caught your eye as you walked past a newsstand, and you stopped in your tracks to read it:

KILLER CLOWN ON THE LOOSE. LATEST NEWS ON THE MURDERS, PAGE TWO.

Beneath was a drawing of a vampiric clown.

“Can you believe that?” you asked.

Arthur paused alongside you, his eyes wide as he soaked in the headline.

“I watched this on the news last night."

Arthur nodded, pulling out and lighting a cigarette. “They worked at Wayne Enterprises. All three of them.”

You rolled your eyes. “That figures.”

Arthur cocked his head to one side. “What do you mean?”

You continued, lowering your voice. “Between you and me, I actually knew one of them. Back when I was still at college. He was a complete asshole, and that’s putting it nicely.” You sighed. “And if I had to guess, those ‘friends’ of his were cut from the exact same cloth. But it looks like he finally picked the wrong person to fuck with. And I can’t say I’m shedding any tears.”

Arthur nodded slowly, taking in your words.

“I’m sorry,” you stopped yourself. “You must think I’m crazy for talking like this.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t think you’re crazy at all.”

“Three less pricks in Gotham City,” you quipped. “Only a million more to go!”

Arthur threw back his head and laughed. You took it as a good sign: despite the traumatic brain injury and the chaotic night you’d shared, his smile still made you go weak at the knees.

🤍🩷 Thanks for reading. Visit my Masterlist for all my Fleck writing, including future chapters of Heartthrob.

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profeyandere · 2 months

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𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐅. ─── ☾ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐃

Masterlist || Joaquin Phoenix Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Fem!OC

Warning: Anxiety attacks, mentions of drug addiction, swearing, fluff

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

The first and gloomy hours of the morning were always the hardest for everyone in the small city of Gotham, the city that never allows to rest, regardless of what day of the year it was or the situation that each of its inhabitants was suffering. A place known for its high crime rate and poverty was supposed to not promote human trafficking in it, no one in their right mind would want to live there unless they had enough money to squander it wherever they wanted in the most expensive and expensive places. Anyone could buy a nice apartment in the rich part of the city because that was where there was a lot more security, but there was always some crazy person who thought that settling there would be a good idea just to tell others about how he survived a city where crime reigned, even if it had never been the best option, it was not currently and would not be in posterity to settle there permanently; such a gloomy city, with so much tension and self-loathing, only needed a small trigger for everything it was known for negatively to increase to stratospheric and unsuspected levels or to fade as it had arrived. Its citizens suffered from hunger, sadness, and pain. Each and every one of them had a tragic and horrifying story behind them, whether at some point in their life, they had been insulted by their next-door neighbor for not having shared sugar or salt with him or her, or it was because of some traumatic event that had been considered horrifying enough for oneself that one's mind had completely erased it, even if in reality that person continued to remember it every night in their worst dreams or nightmares that prevented from resting for much more than two hours a day; Living in Gotham was a survival game in which only the strongest or the wealthiest won, and that was what caused the city to be immersed in its small, central chaos.

For Arthur Fleck that was life, a game of survival in which his smile and positivity could not fade no matter how hard the day was. For as long as he could remember, people had always seen him as the 'weirdo', as that classmate who it was better not to approach or talk to because of the strange stupidity that could come out of his mouth and that would cause a great stir in the classroom or as the adult who it is better not to talk to because of how bad he looked, mainly because his extreme thinness and the poor condition of his clothes made people assume that he was some kind of drug addict who could become violent at any moment if they approached him, even if in reality it was quite the opposite and they were only based on prejudices when it came to seeing the people around them. But that was Gotham, a place where it was better to watch your back before some lunatic got the brilliant idea of stabbing you in it. He just wanted to live quietly, with his mother in their small, run-down apartment, and fulfill his dream in that city where opportunities are scarce or non-existent, where everything could be served on a silver platter as soon as you were born, or where you had to work hard to get everything you wanted. Becoming a comedian was complicated, the mere idea of making people laugh was something that truly made him happy because, from a very young age, he had been told that his mission in this world was to make people happy. But making people truly happy was complicated; Gotham was not at its best for its citizens to forget their daily problems because of a joke from a complete stranger, even if the intention was the best of all.

"Hey! You!"

The scream coming from a strange clown that was traveling at high speed through the central streets of Gotham City caused many passers-by to look around with curiosity, seeing the aforementioned running through the crowd of people who were walking in the opposite direction to be able to recover the clown enormous yellowish plank that had been stolen by a group of teenagers who were barely around fifteen years old; people with some education who preferred to make others suffer rather than fix their own problems and face them properly. They all laughed and made fun of the poor adult who wanted to stand up to them, being shouted and called by the one who followed them. It was an embarrassing scene for Arthur. These types of injustices were very typical to see in the city, and no one was capable of taking the step to stop criminals who only wanted to annoy a worker who needed to get his money honestly, even if he was a clown who earned very little at throughout the month; Belonging to one of the lowest social scales in Gotham, no one would stop for a poor person, but if it was someone who worked for one of the most important companies in the city, then there would be someone who would stop those young people. Evidently, no one would do anything, no one would notice the poor clown who was running as if his life depended on that sign, except for an intense and curious look of amber tones that did do it, that did notice that underprivileged person and, very contrary to what many would think, he would help someone else under the false mask he always wore with the intention of scaring someone else.

Arthur Fleck, the clown who walked around Gotham with his fist over his heart and on the verge of an asthma attack if he suffered from that disease, shouted in an exasperated manner as he crossed the avenue without realizing that a huge shadow was looming over him with every step he took, without paying attention to the agile steps of that person who was chasing them over the buildings, ignoring any indication that someone else was trying to help him; No, at that moment it was only him against the group of criminals that seemed so slippery to him. The boys were so young, so agile, and he was already a man barely over thirty years old, with a deplorable physical condition and with the health of a small child; It was evident that he would not reach them unless someone gave him a hand.

"Stop them!" He exclaimed again, accidentally pushing a couple whom he simply looked over his shoulder at an apology before continuing his chase. At that moment he couldn't stop to apologize to the citizens he ran over. "Thieves!"

The clown finally thought he saw a small ray of hope when he made sure that the young people were finally turning into one of the alleys of the street and, praying that this one would not have an exit, and they would be forced to stop and return the sign with which he had been working all morning, slipped clumsily on the soggy pavement and continued his run to reach them, without realizing that one of them was patiently waiting for him hidden between some of the boxes to attack him with his own sign. To everyone's surprise, before the hidden young man could even move to hit Arthur with his own sign, a strange weapon that none of those present could identify managed to destroy the sign before it hit the clown's face, causing the grimaces of surprise and fear appeared on the faces of those present; None of the kids had seen the armed clown, and there were no other people in that narrow place but them, or at least that's what they thought.

"What the fuck, man?" Said one of the teenagers strangely, thinking that the clown who was now lying on his knees in front of them had had something to do with the destruction of the board. "How did you do that? Which has been...?"

The entire group, including the adult who was trying to put together the pieces of the plank wet from the puddles of water around them, were enveloped by the darkness of the enormous shadow of the person who had come to the narrow alley to join the party. His soft whistle and his slow steps, with which the heels of his boots resonated, made the young people feel their hair stand on end, and a great shiver ran through their bodies, even more so when they became sure of who they had in front of them; that criminal, that whistle, that mask with small side horns, that intense pulse that he had to destroy whatever she wanted. Evidently, the boys, making sure who was threatening them with that amber gaze, ran in the opposite direction when they saw who they had in front of them, confusing Arthur into thinking that it had been him who had scared them away in some way; He had been so immersed in his attempt to reconstruct his sign that he didn't make sure who was standing behind him. He clearly noticed the shadow that covered the entire alley, so he turned his head slowly to meet the person who had scared away the young people, gasping when he saw behind him one of the most dangerous thieves in Gotham: Eclipse.

Eclipse was one of the villains that had emerged in the city a couple of months ago, one of the most threatening to tell the truth. Without distinction of age, without distinction of class, she always went after those she considered potentially rewarding targets for her person and extorted them intending to obtain money through threats and slight intimidation; very few had seen her, and people hardly talked about her because of the fear that the simple fact of mentioning her name caused in the hearts of those who knew her, and the only thing they could distinguish about her were her penetrating amber eyes that, before the little light in which she was usually found in Gotham City, they seemed to shine more intensely than the eyes of a feline and that his calm and impassive voice seemed like sharp daggers that he spat from his mouth and that stabbed into the skin of those who met him. They were with her.

"Look at this…" Her slightly threatening voice murmured that Arthur was unable to place. He had never heard her, so she was not a known person to him. "For such a happy man, you don't smile as much now, do you? Come on, clown, show what you have for me."

Eclipse's strange and exaggerated smile was slightly obscured by the woman's dark fiber mask, with which he could barely distinguish a feature of her other than the shape of her face or her amber eyes almost lacking pupils, causing my heart to jump. Arthur's heart was beating hard, and that uncomfortable lump in his throat that he hated so much appeared again for the fifth time during the week, being the first sign that that laughter that he hated so much began to come out from between his lips in such an exaggerated way that it replaced crying in situations of fear, stress, or anxiety. Seeing the sharp fangs of his attacker, his belt full of weapons that could perfectly harm him, and those boots just inches from his face that could leave a big mark on his face if he wanted to kick him, left him breathless. She could be on the brink of death, and he was just going to laugh about it. Just as Eclipse's smile had appeared, he vanished, hiding any trace of happiness or amusement as he saw the situation unfolding before his eyes. Arthur's outrageous laughter began to appear in a soft tone, at least at first, which he slowly increased as he saw death so close to himself; He would have suffered from robberies, from threats of all kinds, among which his own death stood out, but he had never suffered anything more than beatings or insults. He didn't think she could put an end to his own story.

"What are you doing?" Eclipse asked with confusion as he saw how the clown began to laugh. "Stop laughing. It wasn't a joke. Stop it! It's not supposed to be funny to you, damn it!"

Arthur couldn't stop, his attack prevented him from doing so. Contrary to what the villain expected the clown to do, he offered her a laminated card that Eclipse quickly took, turning her back to him so she could read it better due to the lack of light in the alley, while she listened to his scandalous laughter in the background and read what the card had written. It was there that the thief's pupils became more noticeable as she realized the anxious situation in which the clown found herself, which managed to confuse her at times because of how she was reacting contrary to how the rest of the population used to do, because which slowly turned to look at him to confront him, this time squatting in front of him while looking into his eyes, watching how the clown tried to cover his mouth and silence his laughter. It was a sad scene; A scared man laughed in the face of death.

"A disorder?" Eclipse questioned as she gently returned the card to its owner, being careful not to upset him further. "I don't know those things, does that mean you're crazy or something? Not in the sense that you have to be in Arkham, but you do need a person and all that stuff. Aren't there dogs that took care of that shit? You know, the ones that give you hugs and everything."

Arthur's rather hesitant nod made the villainess understand him better, at least in part, but her words failed to calm him down. She had never encountered a similar scene, and it was beginning to terrify her because she didn't know what to do or say.

"What am I supposed to do? There may be something..." Eclipse muttered, trying to get some answers to his questions so he could help the citizen dressed as a clown, watching as he hit his chest to calm down and grabbed his throat to avoid choking due to lack of breath.

The thief, seeing the way the clown looked at her with his enormous greenish eyes full of tears, felt something pushing her to place her small, thin hand on one of the trembling knees of the man who was still sitting on the ground while the other took one of his and placed it on her chest, allowing him to feel the soft beat of her heart through the black suit she was wearing at that moment. Her amber eyes collided again with his greenish ones, this time as if they were mutually in a trance that they hoped would not be broken in a short time, allowing him to guide himself with their breaths so that he could calm down, which he did as the minutes passed, listening to how the sound of his laughter diminished until it finally disappeared through coughs, causing the alley to once again be enveloped in a deep silence in which only the sound of the cars on the nearby avenue and the rapid footsteps of the inhabitants of the city could be heard.

"I have met people who have feared me, there are drunks who have pissed on themselves as soon as they see me, but no one has ever reacted like you," Eclipse murmured with some seriousness, remaining squatted in front of him, without making any gesture that denoted evil intentions towards him.

"And no one has ever calmed me down like you have," Arthur answered softly and shyly, feeling the thin material of the villain's fabric under his fingertips, receiving a frown as he believed he had acted badly. "Sorry."

"Don't say something like that again," the villain threatened, ignoring the gentle caress on his suit before removing the clown's hand from his person in the same way he did from him, standing up again to impose her haughty figure over his trembling one. "I'm one of the villains of this city, you have no right to say something like that. I am cruel, I must instill fear. You must fear me."

Eclipse's voice had tried to be threatening, scowling at him as he bared his teeth, in the same way an aggressive animal did.

"And you have calmed me down, that shouldn't be done by a villain," the clown said again, receiving a soft growl from the person in front of him. "You're not that bad."

At that moment, something seemed to change in Eclipse's eyes, and he saw in Arthur's eyes something more than fear towards her. Eclipse saw gratitude and happiness. Arthur saw surprise and remorse, she wasn't so bad after all.

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Arthur Fleck & The Joker SFW Alphabet

Word Count: 3,993

Status: Requested!

Ask: Yo, I know this is a BIG request but would you ever be down to do a SFW and NSFW alphabet for Arthur fleck (Phoenix joker)? 👀

@: a special anon!

A/N: I really hope you liked this one! I tried hard lmao

Fandom: Joker 2019

Relationship: Arthur Fleck x Reader, The Joker x Reader

Warnings: fluff, some angsty thinking, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of social and typical anxiety (our baby Arthur)

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{gifs are not mine, credits go to @justiceleague & @fleckficgirl}

Activities – What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

Arthur likes to watch TV, play board games, take a walk around the city, hang out as a family with his mother, or simply just lay in bed or on the couch and cuddle. Really, when neither of you are truly busy, Arthur just wants to spend US time and isn’t too picky about what it is.

Joker, well, he just likes to fuck, cause havoc, steal, or take a nice ride on his motorcycle. Everything else is either fruitless or doesn’t have as much action as he craves. I mean, he even hates to sleep because it requires relaxing his bones for a few hours.

Boo! – How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

Arthur is the most considerate, affectionate man you’ve ever met! His gifts have meaning because if he were to give something random, he doesn’t feel like it shows how much he pays attention. When it comes to you giving him gifts, he will almost fight you in refusal because he feels that he should be the only one buying things for you. “No, that’s my job, Y/N/N. You are my gift, I can’t have this.” You make him take the damn gifts anyways, using it as your “greatest wishes and deepest desires.”

Joker loves to get you the most extravagant, expensive things when out on the city streets, causing yet another riot. It’s the most convenient and thrill-seeking way to display his love for you, in his natural habitat and where he shines the brightest. When you give him gifts, they’re mainly minuscule things with meaning, like tools and things he once said he liked. You could get him expensive things, but Joker personally only likes it when you wear the jewels. It’s a possessive symbol he uses, displaying to others that he can spoil and take mighty fine care of you.

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

Arthur likes to comfort you by pulling you into his chest, laying on either the bed or the couch while shushing you like a baby. Sometimes, he’ll hum you a small tune, but he’ll always stroke your head and place kisses on it, hand rubbing your back in soothing circles. When Arthur is upset, he’ll be very quiet and moping but he will never directly seek out your attention. You, usually, will come to him with a hand on his lower back, whispering “Are you alright?” in his ear, and then, no matter his response, you will copy exactly as he does with you, placing kisses all over his face, neck, and hair.

Joker isn’t really the touchy-feely types, opting to place his arm around your shoulder, or pull you away and look deeply into your eyes, asking you what’s wrong and how he can help. He’s more like the materialistic version of Arthur, buying you ice cream or things that you like, but he hardy ever delves into the emotional support range. He does try his best, though, only for you. When Joker is upset, he disappears. Whether it be of someone else’s doing, yours, or his own, he never asks for your help or advice. Somehow, you track him down every time and force him to tell the truth. However, where Arthur and Joker differ is when Joker is upset, it was long-term emotions in the making, so when he breaks down, he breaks down hard and will need a shoulder to cry on or a partner in crime.

Dance – Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

Arthur will always dance with you, are you kidding? Learning from the TV and many dances with his dear mother, Arthur is not afraid to whisk you away in the living room at the given time and opportunity; and he’s amazing at it, too! No matter if you step on his toes, he’ll just giggle and place your feet on top of his, moving the both of you around like children.

Joker is also a very good dancer, and if he’s in a particularly romantic mood, he will dance with you as well. He can dance to any genre and efficiently at that. He can always find the rhythm and get lost in it, and it’s like heaven on earth when he takes you for a spin with him.

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

When Arthur or Joker are excited, it’s like children lost in a candy store. Their eyes shine so bright and so wickedly that it never seizes to place a smile on your face. Arthur can get excited by anything new or anything that sparks excitement from you. Joker always gets excited when he’s with you, it always means something huge will happen and it’ll be extravagant.

Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

Arthur has always dreamed of having a huge family settling down peacefully, and having the opportunity to raise his children better than what he’d gotten, especially with never really knowing his father even when he’d met him. He wants a normal, suburban life with as many or as little children as you please, little feet running around always sparking joy in his greatest dreams. And, nothing seems better than growing old with you, his biggest supporter and greatest friend.

Joker sees himself ruling the world with you by his side. When Joker dreams of his future, he dreams of huge masses of followers, his name in bold, and the huge amount of adoration he could receive. Of course, in his industry, he wreaks havoc upon the cities of corrupted governmental ruling, so when he thinks of ruling, he thinks of this powerful beats of a man (himself) with this darling little jewel as his queen (you). Kids, however, really is a bigger topic with a lot of factors to truly consider, so we really can’t say if it’s a yes or no.

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

Arthur will give you anything that sparked something within you. Like, if you saw something that reminded you of a different time or something of your hobbies, you’ll always find a wrapped gift of the same object hiding somewhere in the house. Arthur isn’t very frequent in it, knowing that too much will be overbearing, but he does it enough to catch you off guard all the time.

Joker gives you expensive clothes, jewelry, and appliances. If he thinks a particular thing will look good on you, he’s adding it to the cart and asking you to pleasure him with the sight of it on you. If he sees something you like, there’s no chance you’ll leave that spot without it. The frequency of the gifts depends on how often something catches either of your eyes, yet the surprise is still there.

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

Going anywhere around the city, Arthur prefers to hold your hand or guide you with a hand on your lower back. Being the gentleman and holding onto older values, Arthur will ensure that his hand is on top as if to guide and lead you as the man and protector, which also corresponds with the hand on the lower back. When you cuddle, however, Arthur doesn’t mind who is the little or big spoon as long as he can hold you and play with your hair, ears, and place kisses.

Joker doesn’t mind displaying his affection and ties with you, so when it comes to being out in public, his hand is always attached to yours. The hand placement doesn’t really matter much to Joker as much as it does Arthur. He feels that you both guide and protect each other, so when you are together, whoever takes top and bottom is really absentminded and just done without either of you paying attention. When you sleep, Joker, no matter what, wants to be big spoon or the pillow you lay on. He feels comforted and reassured to feel your light breathing at all times, and he needs to be the bigger spoon to have the notion that he is protecting you even in your sleep.

Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?

Arthur could literally go for take-out food and sit on the park benches and think of it as his best date ever. If anything, that’s the type of date he prefers. It’s simple, still romantic, and provides a sense of comfort and normality as you watch the trees dance, birds fly, and people run around. It’s also very private and allows Arthur to show the true him without torment and judgement of the general public.

If you could just, you know, blow up a bank, steal some cash, and then drive into the sunset with Joker, that’s be amazing, please. CRIME. Crime is Joker’s ideal date and it doesn’t matter what you do, just make sure it’s against the law and this man is BUZZING with adrenaline and utter attraction for you.

Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

YES. Both men are extremely sensitive in the ways of loyalty and belonging. They didn’t really ever feel supported or loved just enough when they were children, so when you come along and others try to harness your attention, both Arthur and Joker become extremely jealous - but are jealous types in separate ways. Arthur will be shy and motion towards the fact that you are together, asking you to go somewhere private or “needing” you for something he would like help with. Joker, on the other hand, will either death stare the potential suitor while kissing you deeply or placing a firm hand on your waist, or, the man will beat the suitor down for “obstruction of property” as he likes to call it. Either way, the men see you as something special and unlike any other people, especially your love, and they simply can never let you go without fighting for you first.

Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

Arthur is very sensitive and affectionate in general, so when it comes to kissing you, he prefers to simply settle his lips atop of yours. If you are in a more intimate setting, he usually waits for you to initiate a little tongue action. If he had to choose, he loves to leave butterfly or Eskimo kisses as they are cute, intimate, and sweet. He loves when you peck him on top of his head from behind or simply place any small kiss on his skin, and they are usually an everyday thing like when leaving or greeting one another.

The Joker is a more bold partner, and as such, he loves to leave head, neck and forehead kisses. However, is he had the chance to, make-outs are his preferred method as he cannot get enough of you, meaning lots of tongue and wrapped tightly in his arms. He doesn’t really like the quick, sweet kisses as he prefers for you to stay longer and truly show your affection for him at times when you get the chance. Frequency in kissing depends on your days and business; if you guys really don’t have time for each other, he’ll settle for a quick peck on the lips in passing - only if he really has to, though.

Love – How do they show you that they love you?

Arthur loves to just generally be near you and care for you, even when you’re healthy and well. When you’re stressed with work or some personal issues, he’s the type to pull you away from whatever your working on, knowing your ticks and quirks and knowing you need the break, and take you out for lunch or cuddle with you for a few minutes. Arthur checks over your well-being silently and observes you without the stress of feeling like you’re a burden to him. He’s just good like that.

Joker likes to show his love for you by remaining close and sharing looks only you can observe, even in public settings and riots. He’ll hold you hand in his and just stare at you with this look that’s just so pure and so full of adoration. He tries to buy you the prettiest things to make you feel just as valuable. He takes you on adventures so that you don’t feel like your life is wasted away when you’ll look over it in the future. He may seem off-putting and cold, but there are methods to his madness and true love meddled in the fine details.

Melt – What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

When Arthur is too busy or caught up in his own world, when you pull him away from his work and spend time with him is all he needs to melt. He also likes when you sneak up on him and press a kiss behind his ears or play with his hair when he’s too busy to really focus. Your his protector just as he is yours, and just the thought of you standing behind him in his lowest points is all he could ever ask for.

Joker is a very hard person when it comes to knowing what makes him melt, it really depends on the day. One day you could hold his hand and it really could feel like a commonality, but if you do it another day, it could almost make his heart race and create the biggest smile. Everything you do is a wonder to him and there really is nothing too special that’ll make him melt, even if you don’t always see it.

Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

Arthur:

Sweetheart

Baby

(My) Love

Sweetie

Sunshine

Babe

Pearl

Darling

ANYTHING ARTHUR CAN THINK OF

Joker:

Lover

Sexy

Babe

King/Queen/Royalty

Sugar Momma

Peach

Sugar/Sweetness

Beautiful

You (for both):

Handsome

Babe

King

Love

Hero

Protector

One and Only

My Man

God (namely for Joker because he lives for that shit)

Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

Neither men are particularly good at hiding their attraction. Arthur is stuttering, bashful and always determined to help or be around you in some way. Joker is always asking you to do something or find a reason to be stuck with you for a while. Either way, they think they aren’t being too obvious when they’re really straightforward and set on being around.

Pets – Do they have pets? Do they want them?

Arthur doesn’t have pets but adores them all the same, any pet any types. He loves the idea or raising something of his own and feeling the pride of taking care of it as well as he can. And, if you do get any type of animal, they love him more - much to your sadness.

Joker doesn’t have any animals either but doesn’t really mind them. He’s most likely settle for a cat or dog because they are typical and you most likely wanted them. He isn’t too keen on taking care of himself, so he’ll be more scared of the pet dying because he was unable to do any better with another living thing.

Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Bliss. Arthur shines in personal quiet times and actually prefers them over everything else. His language is better in the quiet where you are just able to coexist with one another without much of any expectations or verbal communication.

Joker, surprisingly, can get in the mood to just want to be quiet and alone with you. Sometimes, Joker does have a period of wanting to be alone and drained with you - albeit very, very small periods of time. You don;t have to do anything and he’ll be happy, just recharging and hanging out with his favorite person.

Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

For Arthur, this is a very stupid question, are you kidding me? You have to be because he loves to be romantic and the same as when you are with him. He loves the thought of making your blood heat up and making you bashful with the simple acts of kindness romance can bring. Even in the bedroom, romance is key and where he thrives.

Joker is a romantic in his own way. He’ll hold your hand, help you up, and hold you to him in intimate and personal moments. Though, Joker is very quiet at these times and if you were to voice his little shows of affection, he’ll deny and turn away; a very short fuse and doesn’t really like when his small quirks are voiced.

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

With Arthur, it’s always about the eyes. Surprising or not, Arthur does have some form of anxiety and if he has the chance to just be able to see you across the room, he knows he’s safe and that you’re there cheering for him. You know and can see the emotions in his eyes that others typically overlook; you know when he’s had enough, needs a helping hand, or just needs you near.

When he’s acting up as the villain of Gotham and being the notorious leader of other vigilantes, knowing you’re either far way or right beside him in the chaos allows him the sense of safety and a calming warmth to settle in his bones.

Tend – How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

Arthur doesn’t freak out per say, but he will be at your bedside until the sickness is over and insist that you rest and never even lift a finger. You cannot make your own food, shower alone, or even walk yourself over to the couch to watch some TV - no, this is all the things he’s destined and supposed to do. Arthur will even have you sit up just so he can fluff your pillow. Although he doesn’t expect the same treatment or want to be a hassle, you show him the same love and affection, sometimes even jokingly doing just as he does so that he’ll roll his eyes and laugh.

Joker is a bitch when he’s sick and will have outbursts like a child, but even when he basically demands attention, he’ll turn you away and want to do everything himself, stating that he’s fine. However, when he gets tired enough or passes out, you’ll take his temperature, place cold towels on his head, and make him bowls of soup. Though, when you’re the one that’s sick, Joker acts like Arthur but more laid back and chill about it, he knows this is just a temporary fix.

Unique – What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

Joker loves to play with your hair or your hands when he’s tired or just absentmindedly hanging around you. If you have hair, he likes to make little braids that you often don’t find until later. Or, if you don’t have hair or it’s too short, he likes to trace your hands and play with your fingers. He also mumbles when he reads and sometimes doesn’t even realize it until you snort or snap a picture of him, listening to the story right along with him.

You love when the Joker ties his hair back into a messy bun or when it is just tied out of the way while he works. It’s a rare sight and just it being a sign of him out and about and just working is very hot to you. You also adore his goofy smile and laugh lines where his eyes sqint and cheeks pull tight when he’s generally happy.

Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

Commonality and comfort - keep it the same. Arthur does like to try new things, but they have to be small and lead into a bigger change slowly as he doesn’t want to do anything too out of the realm of what is known too him. He’s a bit anxious in this sense.

Nothing is really ever the same with Joker, something is always brand new and spiced up. That’s what keeps things fun and exciting with him. It doesn’t have to be too drastic, but if it is new, that’s good enough for him.

Wash – What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

Arthur prefers long bubble baths and just for the two of you to relax. When you’re in need of a quick wash, you both love to suds each other up and massaged all the tense muscles, scrub each other’s hair. It’s cute and loving and you guys can’t get enough.

Joker LIVES for when you clean him up after a fight, washing away all the blood and then helping to wrap his knuckles and bandage the cuts when you’re out. However, any shower or bath with the Joker becomes at least one type of porn we’ve all seen, okay? Let’s be real and honest.

XO – How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

Arthur prefers to just hold you, really; be it your hands, a hug, or even just being near each other. He isn’t too picky or too shy with PDA, you just bring it out of him.

Joker prefers to wrap an arm around your shoulder or hand on your hip as a statement. You his and he is yours, no one should ever come between that; PDA is a must.

Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?

Arthur will call you, send you a little text, or leave little love notes. He’s simple in this aspect and not afraid to tell you he misses you. If your with him, why should he be ashamed to admit that he had feelings to begin with? Arthur is truly understanding and very cooperative in this aspect and he knows that connection and trust builds stronger bonds.

Joker will sneak up on you and meet you wherever you are, in or out of state. Joker isn’t one to really voice his thoughts or feelings, but you’re a very good reader, he doesn’t need to tell you because you already know. You either visit him in your free time or he’s already bounding towards you, there is not in between. Love has no wait.

Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

Arthur is generally a cuddly stuffed animal nonetheless. When he’s sleepy, he’ll pile on the cuddles and head nudges but still allow you your time to finish what you need to get done. He’s never too pushy in having a little extra fun in bed unless you allow it or ask him for it, but otherwise, he pulls you close and spoons you as either little or big spoon.

Joker is very cranky when its comes to being tired and it’s more because it pisses himself off to the fact that he’s even drained of energy in the fist place. He loves to live on the go, so being tired is the most annoying thing for him and yourself to endure. When you finally get to bed, he insists on pulling you into him and using you as his own Joker-sized-Teddy-Bear.

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